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"Life On The Edge" an interview by John F. Wukovits
         Published in MILITARY HISTORY MAGAZINE April 1992

Submarine Duty    in the Pacific War meant tense, difficult duty for weeks on end, but the U.S. submarine fleet achieved a solid record of success from the war's earliest days.

 

F1c (Fireman 1st Class)   Thomas R. Parks, 21, was sweating out the wait along with everyone else aboard the submarine Sailfish.  The submarine had been cruising off the coast of Japan in June 1943 when it's captain, Lieutenant Commander J. R. Moore (called "Dinty" by the crew) sighted a Japanese convoy.  After fireing a spread of torpedoes, Moore took the submarine deep for the inevitable depth-charge attack, something nobody looked forward to.

"They worked us over for 10 hours," recalls Parks today.  "The attack seemed to go on forever, but we gradually worked our way clear."

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The Sailfish  encountered numerous other depth-charge assaults and listed among her kills a Japanese aircraft carrier, causing one historian of submarine action to conclude that the Sailfish was "one of the great fighting submarines of the war."   From his home in San Diego, California,  (webmasters note: Tom had not yet expatriated himself to the Yucatan to become the Old Gringo we all know and love)  Parks recently reminisced about his exciting years in a U.S. Navy submarine in the Pacific War against the Japanese 50 years ago:

Wukovits:  When did you enlist in the Navy?

Parks:  I joined on October 6, 1939.  I always wanted to be a sailor because the Navy was in our family.  My dad and uncle served in World War I, and my older brother was then serving on the aircraft carrier Langley.  San Diego is such a Navy town that is seemed the right thing to do .... so after high school graduation I signed on.

Wukovits:  Where did you go for traning?

Parks:  Boot camp was in San Diego and lasted three months.  It was heavy toward drills and carrying rifles, things that seemed to have little to do with ships.  The closest we got to ships turned out to be rowing whaleboats in San Diego Harbor.  But it was during the Depression, and the economic benefits of the Navy .... food, clothes, money ... were nice.  After training, I put in for the Asiatic station so I could be with my brother in the Philippines.

Wukovits:  Were you able to get the Asiatic station?

Parks:  Yes.  In early 1940 a transport took me from San Francisco, through Hawaii, Midway, Wake, Guam, then Manila.  I never saw Pearl Harbor, but Midway was still a primitive base.  We dropped off some civilian construction workers there.  Wake Island also showed little preparation, and the Marines we let off were unhappy to be ordered there.  They considered Wake Island an exile.  I thought this was all a dream come true, though. I loved being at sea ...  the idea that I was on a little ship on an enormous ocean.  The notion was exciting, yet serene and peaceful at the same time.  Some of the poor devils got deathly seasick, particularly between Wake and Guam when we ran along the edge of a typhoon, but I never did.  Huge waves broke over our bow, and the ship was rolling and pitching, causing men to get so sick they were groggy, dehydrated and always vomiting-but I liked it.

Wukovits:  And after you arrived in the Philippines?

Parks:  We entered Manila Bay 28 days after we left San Francisco.  You could see the huge guns on Fort Drum, built in the bay to protect against invasion from the sea.  Since there were no openings on the Langley, where my brother was, I was ordered to the submarine tender Canopus.

Wukovits:  Did you see your brother?

Parks:  Yes.  I visited him during my first liberty.  He was in the hospital recovering from an accident, and I hoped to surprise him, but my parents had already written that I was in the Philippines.

Wukovits:  What was duty like on the Canopus?

Parks:  It wasn't bad.  I was a mess cook, and I found out later that they were the pool from which submarine personnel were chosen.  I served on the Canopus, which had a crew of about 300, for two months.  When serving the food, we put it down in front of the senior man present, who took what he wanted then passed the plates down.  By the time the junior man got the food plates, there sometimes wasn't much left.  The food was nothing fancy ... a lot of stews and roast meats ... but there was a lot of it, so no one starved.


 

 

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