1939 June 12 Swimming Lessons

6/12/39 #1

Honey:

This is going to be short for I have about three minutes before it is time to go to work.

Spent most of yesterday in swimming.  I got a gorgeous tan—which hasn’t blistered—yet.

Went to “Calling Doctor Kildare” yesterday evening.  It is also good, but not worth any particular effort to see.

Heard from JH and all is well—social duties preventing him from writing.  Imagine that!

How was the trip?

Time to go, sweetheart, so gumbye.

Cy

6/12/39 #2

Darling:

All week-end I felt that you were a little closer to me.  Maybe I’m crazy.

You should have had letters on Wednesday and Thursday, but I guess the P.O. slipped as usual.  In any case, you should have found last week’s letter at home tonight and the one I wrote this morning at the office on Tuesday.

I’m glad your trip was a success.  My week-end was pleasant, but nothing to brag about.  I walked about twenty miles on Saturday and swam for about three hours on Sunday.  The airport pool is only a couple of miles and makes a nice walk.  If I keep it up, you’ll have a tan on me to be proud of.  Everyone says I look healthy for a change.  Feel better too.

Toots, this is going to sound funny.  You can take it, Tsk, tsk! Or leave it, and in any case, please don’t be angry.  I’ve had a couple of dates this past week.  Now, take a deep breath and read the rest of it.  She is most uninterested in me for, among other things, she is the one who helped me pick out the frame for your picture and is well convinced that I have certain strong feelings towards one little girl out west.  I have a hunch that you will like her when you meet her, for she seems to be our kind of people.  The situation is thus.  She is going camping with the boyfriend and family the latter part of the summer, and she can’t swim.  There is a fair chance that this will make a very bad impression.  Point two, I want to teach you how to swim without drowning you in the process.  She (Helen Paetz is the name) knows this and volunteered to be the guinea pig!  Unbeknownst to her, I have checked with a couple of boyfriends of hers (whom she doesn’t know I know) and find that she is unapproachable from any and all angles.  She is about your size or smaller, dish-water blonde, and not very attractive.  Now Toots, here’s the problem.  It’s up to you.  Neither her heart nor mine will be broken either way you decide it.  It would keep me out of beer joints one night per week as she doesn’t imbibe.  I don’t think there is much danger of her getting any silly ideas for she knows full well how much I love you.  The purpose of the dates was to meet the family, see what kind of a neighborhood they lived in, and, in general, determine if they were the kind of friends I wanted to make for us.

Well, Darling, I feel like a rat for not telling you beforehand, but I felt that you would only worry if you had part of the story and not the entire story.  It wouldn’t cost me anything, for I shall go swimming most of the nights in the week anyhow.  It’s up to you.  If you feel inclined to check further, you might write to her and tell her how to keep me in hand (haw haw).  Well, Darling girl, I’ll take it or leave it as you say.  I shan’t be hurt either way you decide, but for God’s sake, don’t get worried  over it, for it isn’t that kind of a date.  (P.S.—if you’ve had any, which you probably haven’t, just forget to mention it, hi).

I have to go out and give my boy scouts hell tonight.  They were going hiking with me last Saturday and none of them showed up.  I’m going to tell them that only the best men in the troop were out, and they all had a good time.  This is true, for I hiked about 8 miles through the woods.  Darling, there are some beautiful homes around here if we can only make enough to get one of them.  They are within 15 minutes of Camden and 30 of  Philly with the one way bus fares being respectively 5 cents and 15 cents.

You’re lucky you aren’t here, Darling, for I have some buttons to be moved on the riding breeches.

I received an invitation from Al for a supper next Sunday.  I forgot that he was in the last throes of finishing up school (teaches English in high school).  This is why I haven’t heard from him.  He referred to the school closing as the “closing of the Bastille.”  I think you will like him, and his mother is just like mine would have been had she had as much money the past twenty years as she had the previous twenty.  His father is apparently dead and he has a little trouble with mother being afraid for her little boy.  One example is that he postponed a trip to Europe this summer because she was afraid of the war scare.

Tell Bill* his article was excellent and I shall answer his letter when things quiet down a little.

Gee, I wish you were here to enjoy this swell weather and the pool with me.  The water is as clean as the stuff you have to drink in Chicago.  You can see the bottom of the pool in the deep end with no trouble at all.

Tell Chucky to write to me.  I miss him more than I should.

Nana Brooks’ grandchildren, three McShane boys and Mary Lee (my little brunette sweetheart—5 yrs old) were here Sunday while I was away.  They left full instructions that they would be back next Sunday and that I am to be here.  When I answer the phone here, I always say “Brook’s residence, the butler speaking.”  It started as a joke when I knew who was calling one evening, but has been continued and is now expected.  The kids said I would get fired as the butler if I kept on taking my Sunday afternoons off without their permission.  Darling, I can see where we’re going to have trouble restraining certain primitive impulses, if you get what I mean.

I take it that a “default” in law as in athletics, one team not showing up and the other automatically winning, I certainly hope that is the case.  When that is over, precious, I shall be lost for a couple of days.  I won’t ever have anything so important to worry over again.

Don’t “ask” about the ring.  I haven’t figured it out myself.  But I know that I shall feel much more secure and happy when you have it on.  Lots of dumb people will not be so grabby around my darling when she has a ring on her correct finger.  Maybe I should get you a set of brass knuckles to match!  They might work where the ring didn’t, hi.

I’m sending JH a father’s day card, with a note to save it just in case.  I’ll bet he’ll murder me for it.  I trust that all of my past affairs have successfully blown over so that he can’t send it to me!  Oh me!!

Someplace in the schedule I have to figure a trip to Aiken’s soon.  I don’t want to lose track of them.

I suddenly realized why the job has been so tough.  With one or two exceptions, every piece of work that I have done has been a new bit of engineering to me.  In all of my experience, the things I have missed are exactly the ones I am getting now.  This is good, for it is rounding out my experience, but an awful headache.

In addition to the card to JH, I am sending one to Dad.  The verse I like a lot, so I shall quote it.  Maybe he’ll show it to you.

Have you ever had a day, Dad, When everything went right,

When every little worry, Was hidden out of sight?

When Good Luck seemed to guide you,  And bring the best your way?

Well, Dad, that’s how I’m hoping, You’ll find each future day.

And that applies to my little darling too and if I don’t run out and get some supper, you will find an invalid to nurse when you get here.  So stay the same sweetest girl in all the world, and everything else to make you happy.

Your husband, Cy

P.S. Mrs. Huntoon owes me a letter from about a month back.  She isn’t ill or anything is she?

P.S. XXXX all for you.

*Bill Conklin

1939 June 19 Nephew & Far Between

6/19/39

Little Darling:

It rained today.

It rained last night.

It rained the day before.

And from the looks

Of clouds above,

It’s going to rain some more.

Not only has it been raining, but it has been cold and clammy.  The sun ducked out on Saturday and hasn’t been seen since.

I saw Union Pacific yesterday and it was fair.  I am a little fed up on horse operas.

The work went a little better today.  But I yet have a lot to learn.  If I could only stop worrying about everything in general.

I haven’t yet heard from Nena.  I wrote to Blen* on Saturday and asked her what she thought, and if she would back me up if I took a rather firm stand.  She and John will be in Chi sometime this summer.  I also wrote to Dad and asked him what he thought of the set-up, and how it was going to affect his finances.  Nena has paid the folks for Chuckie’s room and board for some time, but not a drop in the bucket compared to what it actually cost.  I don’t think she realizes this, and I don’t feel that it is fair to the folks to be stuck with the four-person apartment when they could get along in less.  I shall try to send you a copy of my letter to her for corrections before I mail it to her, although I’m afraid you will feel more like just letting the thing go.  Nena acted like a spoiled brat when she married the first time, and I don’t feel that Mother and Dad should have to put up with any more misfortune due to her unthinking selfishness.

Johny Huntoon wrote me a nice letter which I received today.  We have a real friend there.  Jimmy Hope, last year’s room-mate, also dropped me a line and a couple of photos of a trip into the mountains of Tennessee and Kentucky.  I hope you get to meet him.  He is one of the few Purdue men that I am proud to know.  He pulled through his junior year with 2 A’s and 4 B’s, which is a hell of a lot better than I did, although not up to what I should have done.

It’s time to take my laundry out and eat (no correlation between the two acts, even if I do act like a goat).  I accidentally pulled out your pictures while getting out my swim ticket Saturday, and I went all weak inside.  Must be love.

Your true husband, Cy.

P.S. I love you lots!

*Blenda Fast

1939 June 23 Reassurance from Marty

6/23/39  Original letter from Marty written on the back of Cy’s letter dated June 21, 1939.

Fri a.m.

Rec’d this at the office this a.m.  Glad you have cooled off on Nena—I am hoping tho that the folks will be able to get along ok.

Maw was writing to you when I arrived Sunday aft.

Guess John* gets his vacation the last week of August.  Unless something happens he will be in G.E.** He says he hasn’t the dough, but the folks are going to suggest that they help him (don’t mention it to him in case he hasn’t heard it yet).

Sweetheart, I shall write tonight or tomorrow so that you get a letter Monday.

I love you—dear,   Your Martha

*John Huntoon

**Glen Ellyn

1939 July 2 “You win a big battle, and I get the present!”

7/2/39

My Darling Wife:

Am I relieved to hear from you.  Since I got your letter and telegram on Friday I have been on pins and needles.  I was almost sure that your request not to telegraph or write was prompted by your clearing out of Wheaton, but not quite sure enough.  I was afraid something had gone wrong.

You’re an angel.  I’m so glad that we’ve passed this milestone.*  We have a couple of more to go, but this was the big one.  I wish I could have been there to look after things a little.  There really is no reason for it, but when I got the telegram, I just went weak all over.  I felt like I had just won a tough tennis match and was all poohed out.  Really, this has been your battle, and I’m proud of it.

One more point, and we will close this subject forever.  How do we stack up on the finances?  After tomorrow, I shall only owe John Fast $73.  I feel so much more like planning things now that you are mine and I know no one can bother you anymore.

Speaking of John, I didn’t know whether or not you let him know, so I telegraphed him (John Huntoon, of course) on Friday night that you had your clearance papers, although I didn’t use your name or initials in the telegram.

This present is getting me down.  You win a big battle, and I get the present!  It taint right.  Maybe we can do something about that this week.  The banks decided to close down on Saturdays for the summer, and I didn’t hear about it until Friday night.  Fortunately, I had $20 in Postal, for otherwise I should have spent the week-end on $2.  I didn’t cash my check when I got it last Wednesday.

The week-end has so far been glorious.  I hope yours has been the same.  Friday afternoon, I went swimming, and found Selby, the man with whom I work, waiting for me at the pool.  He is a very quiet person, and Ret rates him as the smartest young man in the department (he’s about 30).  After he left, I swam a little over a mile in the pool and then went home.  Your telegram was waiting for me, so I read it, had supper, and went to bed!

Yesterday, I went over to Philly to get the second pair of pants to my suit altered, and to again request the sample of goods.  I also found a pair of water-tite goggles for my distance swimming (the chlorine water wrecks my eyes when I am in for long periods of time at a single stretch) and a damned clever little bag for my swim suit.  It is black, a rubberized silk type of material, and of course, closes with a zipper.  Best of all, it is small enough to be convenient.  It took a couple of hours to find these, but they are worth it.

When I got home, Selby had been past and said he would drop by again.  About half an hour later he arrived and asked me to go down to the shore with him.  We got out to Seaside Heights a couple of hours later, and dove into the briny deep.  The place he picked is not the Atlantic City type, but is rather small and not too crowded.  The water was cold as hell, but I enjoyed it nevertheless.  It is the first time in salt water since I was 2 ½ years old.  The increased density of the salt water makes me float much better, and it is a lot easier in which to swim.  We got home about 7 PM.  On the way, we passed a giant dirigible hanger of the Navy at Lakehurst, N.J.  Boy, is that thing massive!

Dirigible Hanger at Lakehurst, New Jersey, Naval Engineering Station

The country through which we drove is quite wild, and should be good for some seclusive camping, if you get what I mean.

The moon was full last night and I took a long walk.  I hope you saw it too, for it was just made specially for us last night.

Today I am going swimming (for a change).  The sky is clear and cloudless and it is getting hot outside.

Darling, the tough part is over.  We don’t have to hide any more, and that is worth a lot to both of us.

I don’t know what I would do without my two pictures.  You sitting up there laughing at me when I feel blue and need a good kick, and Johny frowning down at me when I get a little out of bounds.  You know, once Mary Huntoon wanted to know why Johny and I didn’t get married!  I don’t know whether or not I told you, but she asked me last summer why we were stalling, cause she wanted some nieces and nefu’s!

The enclosure is something I clipped out about a week ago, and am finally remembering to send.  You see what you’re getting into?

So long for a few hours, darling.  Now you are mine and I’m damned proud of it.

Lots of love, Cy.

P.S. Glad you like stationery.

*Marty shared the news that her divorce from William Kennedy would be granted.  The actual Order was entered by the Court on July 13.

1942 May-June Kindly inform Chuck–Aunt Sissy volunteered

Editor’s notesBy April 9, the allied forces at Bataan are forced to surrender to the Japanese.  Thus begins the infamous “Bataan Death March”.  An estimated 60,000 to 80,000 Filipino and American forces were pushed through the jungle for about 65 miles to Camp O’Donnell.  It is believed that between 5000 and 18,000 Filipino soldiers died and 500-650 Americans died on the march. Those who survived were emaciated from starvation.

On April 18, 1942, the Doolittle Raiders fly into history.  The American public, as well as the military forces, were in need of some positive news and Col. Jimmy Doolittle sought to provide that morale boost.  80 men volunteered to fly 16 B-25 bombers off the deck of the U.S.S. Hornet, drop their bombs on Tokyo and then try to make it to an unoccupied area of China, if possible.  The raid provided the black eye to the Japanese that told the world that they weren’t invincible. 

In 1944, the movie “30 Seconds over Tokyo” commemorated this achievement.

For more information see: http://www.doolittleraider.com/

The U.S. and Japan engaged in the first sea/air battle of  the Pacific Theater from May 4-8 in the Battle of the Coral Sea.  The Japanese had started to invade New Guinea and the Southeaster Solomon Islands.  U.S forces attacked and stalled the Japanese advance.  The subsequent battle exacted heavy losses in planes and ships on both sides, but had the effect of weakening the Japanese fleet which proved critical in the battle of Midway the following month.

Japanese secure control of Burma on May 5, 1942 and begin to invade China from the south..  The British retreat.

In May of 1942 several eastern states in the U.S. begin rationing programs for food and gasoline.  People are encouraged to voluntarily cut back on essential items.

From June 4 to 7, 1942,  The  U.S. again takes on the Imperial Japanese fleet in the battle of Midway Island.  This is a decisive victory resulting in heavy losses to the Japanese from which they never full recover.  Capturing the atoll provides a key spot for an airfield to support the U.S. “Island hopping” campaign against the Japanese.

6/12/42:  “Operation Pastorius” unfolds.  Two German spies are put ashore from a submarine and land on a NY beach with explosives and plans to sabotage economic targets across the eastern US.  A second team lands near Jacksonville, Florida on June 18 and the two teams are to rendezvous in Ohio on July 4.  Two of the spies felt the operation was doomed and decided to confess everything to the FBI, which arrested the entire network.  They were tried by military tribunal in July.  All were sentenced to death.  The two who cooperated got life in prison and 30 years respectively.

In June of 1942 the Japanese invaded Kiska and Attu islands–the western most islands of the Aleutian chain of islands extending some 1200 miles towards the Soviet Union.  A group of about 800 native Aeluts, who were American citizens, inhabited some of the nearby islands.  The U.S. rounded up all of the Aleuts and put them in internment camps in Juneau, Alaska for the remainder of the war.  According to a recent NPR report, these captives were treated much worse than German prisoners of war who were held just 30 miles away.  For the entire story see: http://www.npr.org/sections/codeswitch/2017/02/21/516277507/the-other-wwii-american-internment-atrocity?utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=npr&utm_term=nprnews&utm_content=20170221

In the Netherlands, a girl named Anne Frank receives a diary for her 13th birthday.  On July 5th notices of deportation to forced labor camps are issued to Dutch Jews.  On July 6th the Frank family goes into hiding in the secret Annex of a house owned by Mr. Frank’s secretary, Hermine Santruschitz, better known as Miep Gies.  The Franks will remain there until August 4, 1944, when they are betrayed and sent to concentration camps.

 

In Liverpool England, a nurse and a volunteer firefighter had a son named Paul on June 18, 1942.  At the age of 12 he became friends with another young lad named George Harrison.  He learned to play music by ear, dabbling in the trumpet, the piano, the guitar and the bass.  As a teenager he caught the rock-n-roll fever and joined John Lennon, soon followed by George and Ringo.  As a member of Beatles and then in his solo career, Paul McCartney has been one of the most successful composers and singers in history.  Famous for his multidimensional music talent and a penchant for silly love songs, he would help shape the world from the 1960’s and beyond. “Michelle”:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrRLH-ZGZEs

 

In the U.S., the group usually considered to be the American answer to the Beatles was The Beach Boys.  On June 20, 1942, Brian Wilson was born. “Brian Douglas Wilson. . . is an American musician, singer, songwriter, and record producer best known for being the multi-tasking leader and co-founder of the rock band the Beach Boys. After signing with Capitol Records in 1962, Wilson wrote or co-wrote more than two dozen Top 40 hits for the group.[2] Because of his unorthodox approaches to song composition and arrangement and mastery of recording techniques, he is widely acknowledged as one of the most innovative and influential creative forces in popular music by critics and musicians alike.  In the mid-1960s, Wilson composed, arranged and produced Pet Sounds (1966), considered one of the greatest albums ever made.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Wilson

“Wouldn’t it be nice”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lD4sxxoJGkA

6/20/42  Australia*

To: Laura and Cyrus Stafford

From: Emma Stafford

Dear Mother & Dad—

It would be so much easier to write if I was sure my letter would only be read in the family circle.  I have written several times but cannot send them.  Too bad your children do not care for publicity even when they know how interested the people rightly are.  I’ll try to send you a picture of myself in my uniform if you will get Cy to send me one in his uniform.

The violets are the first I have had in Australia and are out of a neighbor’s yard.  Can’t recall that I had any to send you last year from Camp Shelby.

Your letters are beginning to come through now but not regularly yet.  It was nice of you to have me put on the mailing list of your church but each time I rush over to get a letter from you and am disappointed to find the bulletin.  Do not think me ungrateful but a line from home means too much to be let down about. “Mr. Bosworth” enjoyed reading the notice to send books, that a boy would really care to read, published in the Bulletin.

The Bosworths are neighbors who have been most kind to me.  In the family are—Mr. and Mrs., a son who is a Captain in the Australian forces and a daughter who is a Home Economics teacher.  Last but far from least is Ian (pronounced In), aged 14 years, and 5 ft. 6 in and very slender, but not too slender.  He attends school about 25 miles from home, and right now he is at home taking his Saturday bath.  He will be here for about 3 weeks.  While on leave he has my bicycle and is quite thrilled.  He goes for butter, eggs etc. for mother and then he gets about the countryside to visit old friend out of walking distance.  Well you all know that I am not quite happy without a youngster about.

Enclosed is a copy of a letter written on the boat.  It was not mailed as I found I had put names in it now allowed by the censor.  Usually your letters are not censored from the States unless they would come from some military force.

June 27, 1942

The hospital work is more or less routine.  Always interesting are plenty to keep me busy.  I have a fine pair of doctors on my ward and two good nurses to work with me.  The patients I have are just regular boys who need nursing care but not injuries from the front.  When we first arrived, I had night duty for two weeks and then I had some of the injured.  They never have much to say and are most appreciative.  Indeed they were all glad to see American women when we arrived.

The people near our hospital and in the surrounding country have been most hospitable.  They have opened their homes to us and I believe I have made friends who will always keep up with me.

In a town about three miles from here the Country Women had a delightful program and tea for us.  One lady sang “The Star Spangled Banner” and could not reach the high notes.  We surely felt for her and appreciated her effort.

One Sunday afternoon three nurses and three neighbor men went for a long ride almost to the mouth of a river.  The men went on business to find gravel and took us along.  One man brought a home-made apple pie with “cake” crust and it was delicious.  The following week the lady who had baked the pie gave a lovely tea for four of us nurses.  We visited in the parlor until all the ladies arrived and then all sat at a dining room table to eat.  We each took one fancy cake on our plate and when that was gone we took another.  It was slow going but we enjoyed it very much.  The tea usually has cream served instead of lemon.  When coffee is served, it is usually white coffee and about half of it is milk cooked with it.

July 3, 1942

A lady in our neighborhood is a graduate nurse and now keeps house for her husband and little son Barry, 9 yrs.  She has a sister and a cousin in the Australian Nurse Corps.  She was very good to me and had me in for tea or supper many times.  Sometimes other guests were there and I would hear about other parts of Australia.

The vegetables here are much the same as ours and are cooked without fat or much trimming.  The people here eat lightly and have tea morning, afternoon and just before going to sleep.  The evening meal is also called tea– so when we are invited to tea we never were quite sure what time we were to go and had to guess when to leave.  Finally I brought myself to the point of asking the exact time.

One neighbor had twin girls, 3 yrs, and a son 6 years.  They are lovely children and one night another nurse and I went to see them for supper and were allowed to put the little ones to bed.

Mrs. Bosworth and I went to visit a large town quite a distance from our Hospital and the view of the countryside is was wonderful.  The skies here have so much blue in them and many more shades than we have at home.

On Mother’s Day the nurse working with me and I got flowers for each patient on our ward.

Kindly inform Chuck** that his Aunt Sissy did not have to go.  She volunteered for the Army Nurse Corps and also last November for foreign duty.  I had one foreign assignment in December but it was cancelled when war was declared.  I surely enjoyed the letter you enclosed that was written by Chuck.  Try it again and I’ll keep his letters.

Mrs. Ives must be a nice neighbor and from now on I shall write every Sunday.  I always love you to write about your neighbors and just what you are doing at home about the house.

When did Buddy become a Captain?  Is Tom still on the Hospital Staff and Julia still in Bethesda?

Please send me a copy of your “tea” cake recipe in your next letter.  I would love to see one of your dolls but I have such limited space for packing.

Dr. Clarence Monroe*** has not come my way but I shall still look for him whenever we make a change.

Easter on the boat was most interesting.  The Thursday before we had a very quiet but most interesting communion service in the dining hall.  On Easter morning, we had a lovely sunrise service on the boat.  We shall never forget it and each appreciated the fine work done by our Chaplains.  One was a graduate from Chicago and knew of your pastor and had met a friend or two of mine.  His name was Sayer Hunter.

It is good that John has his own store to manage.  I do hope he does not have to come into the ranks too soon after his promotion.

Thank you so much for the clipping about Tom Gerrity.  Just about the time your letter arrived, a young man came by my office who had been with Tom on an island.

The 138th Field Artillery has been split up and Col Cheshire is not with it any longer (For Buddy’s benefit, I shall explain).  The 38 Div. has been triangularized and the Bn 2 is our foreign service, with George in it, as the 198 Field Artillery Bn.  The 1st Bn of the 138 is the 138th F.O. Bn.  Col. C. is the Field Artillery Ex-Officer for the 38 Div.  After the war the Louisville unit will again be organized in some fashion or other.

It is hard to realize that Chuck is large and old enough to work.  I believe he will be good at selling anything.

July 10, 1942

Well, since I last wrote to you the group I am with, has been moved.  We moved in a hurry and did not have time to say good-bye to but two people. March 23rd is the last letter I have received.

I surely remember Johny Huntoon and you must congratulate him for me if you see him.

Today I made a trip into the city.  The first city I have seen since leaving New York and I had gotten to where I would be glad to walk there and back.

Yesterday I received a nice letter from the mother of one of my colored T.B. patients at Camp Shelby.  She want to send me a little “remembrance for Easter”.  She ended by saying she would close her letter but not her heart.  Wasn’t that a sweet thought?

Please let Marty & Cy read this as I cannot write two letters nor would the censor care to look another over.  Best love to each of you and know I think of you always.

Emma M. Stafford****

*Based on my research, it appears that Emma was at 153 Station Hospital in Queensland, Au. See: http://www.ozatwar.com/locations/153stationhospital.htm

**Charles Sharrard, Jr (my father).

***Dr. Monroe was a surgeon from Oak Park, IL and a friend of the Stafford family.  He is also the doctor who reconstructed my father’s shoulder after his fall from the balcony on Halloween night.

****Emma was a 2nd Lt. in the Army Nurse Corps at this time.

On June 22nd, 1942, Japanese submarine I-25 follows some fishing boats into the mouth of Columbia river, Oregon, and Fires on antiquated army base “Fort Stevens” with most of the shells landing on a nearby baseball field.  The sub slipped away and the American troops did not return fire to avoid disclosing the location of their defenses.