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My Memories of Johnston Island - 1946 by S. Leo Richardson Fresh out of Book Camp June 1946 from San Diego we sailed to Pearl Harbor. We did not know where we would be assigned for duty. We were in a few days sent to Naval Air Station at Barber's Point. From there were we assigned to Johnston Island.
We flew into JI on a DC 6 and when we approached the
Island it looked like a large air craft carrier from several thousand feet
up. Two of us were assigned to the beach crew where we were busy
maintaining the ramp where the PBMs and PBYs were pulled from the water up
onto the paved parking. We had to swim out to the planes when they taxied
to the ramp and attach wheels to them. The wheels were buoyed with large
pontoons so they would float. They were easily attached with the help of
personnel of the flight crew. We took turns swimming out and driving the
cat to pull the planes up the ramp. We actually made it lots of fun. After
each launching then the crew members would loosen the pontoon wheels and
with a line attached we secured them and pulled them back up onto the ramp
and workshop. We had to take the wheel off the axels and refreeze the
bearings every time because of the salt water.
After three months of that both of us were transferred
to hanger duty where we worked twelve hours and off twenty four. While on
duty two of took turns driving the gas trucks and the follow-me jeep. We
met all incoming flights at the end of the runway with a large sign on the
back of the jeep; Follow Me."
During this time we were also assigned to the clean-up
detail in emptying ammonization from the supply dumps on Sand Island. We
worked a hard week at removing all ammonization and bombs, loaded them on an
LST, took them away out to sea on the south side of the Island and rolled
them down the open ramp of the LST into the deep blue sea.
During this time in the history of the Naval Air Station
of Johnston Island young pilots had to keep their air time logged. When I
was off duty I would look at the log and see when a pilot was scheduled for
his air time I would put my name in to ride along. At the hanger we
maintained a Texan which was equipped fully with bomb racks and a 30 caliber
machine gun that fired through the timing the propeller. I have flown many
hours in the T6, Texan, or as the Navy called it, SNJ. The pilots were
young and did lots of maneuvers while getting in their air time. It was fun
to fly with them, and to take over the controls when I was invited to do
so. There was also a Navy Duck which I flew in several times, once in the
rear cockpit and several times in the pontoon seat. What fun. We were
young, adventurous, exciting and enjoying being on the clean-up detail of an
Island follow WW2. An Air/Sea Rescue Squadron was assigned to Johnston and
they flew the Privates, a four engine Navy bomber. It It is a plans like
the B24, except a single tail rudder. It was still fully armed and I flew
with them once when they went out to drop a life raft for some downed
pilot. I had climbed into the tail gunner seat for excitement, and after a
low sweep and dropping the life raft, the pilot immediately took a sharp
climb. I scared the life out of me because the gravitational pull felt like
I was being left behind.
One day while driving the follow-me jeep I drove from
one end of the air strip to the other and found it to be 1.10 miles long.
There was a B29 in some trouble and had to land there and we all wondered if
he would make it, and then if he would have enough room for take off when
that time came. We all fathered around, I helped with refueling, the crew
stayed over night while some small problem was being corrected and we
watched the take off the next morning. He made it, but he did not have much
room left at the end of the runway.
Johnston Island was wonderful duty, easy and exciting.
A few officers had their wives and children with them and I recall the
Christmas of 1946 we made up a sailor for Santa Claus and flew him out
without the kids knowing it, and then back when they were gathered to watch
the SNJ deliver Santa Claus. What a day!
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