Everybody Knew That I Could Type Pretty

Everybody Knew That I Could Type Pretty Well.

A Chief Petty Officer Taught Me Shorthand, Which Got Me Promoted To Yeoman First Class.

We Made Air Attacks On The Japanese Anchorage, Sinking And Damaging Several Vessels. However, The Japanese Were Alerted To The Fact That American Carriers Were Nearby.

Another Nice Thing Was That I Would Type Out Letters Home For The Admiral's Stewards. They Would Then Feed Me The Same Food The Admiral Ate.

Chicago's Buoy Was A Couple Of Hundred Yards Astern Of Arizona, And I Was Saddened To Look At Her.