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CRAIG L. SYMONDS
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List of Maps
Introduction
Prologue
I. TAKING COMMAND
IV. DÉNOUEMENT
Epilogue
Notes
Bibliography
Index
LIST OF MAPS
TAKING COMMAND
I am learning what it is all about and in due time hope to become useful in the job.
—Chester W. Nimitz to Catherine Nimitz, January 9, 1942
TWO DAYS after Knox told him to “get the hell” out to Pearl, Nimitz said
goodbye to his wife, Catherine, and their three daughters: Catherine,
twenty-seven, called Kate; Anna, twenty-two, called Nancy; and their
surprise child, Mary, ten. Their only son, Chester junior, twenty-five
years old and called Chet, was a 1936 Annapolis graduate and
already in the war. Having followed his father into the submarine
service, he was in the USS Sturgeon at Mariveles Naval Base on the
Bataan Peninsula in the Philippines.
Nimitz could have flown to the West Coast, but instead took the
train in order to give himself a few days to study and prepare. He
traveled as “Mr. Freeman” (his wife’s maiden name) in a civilian suit:
a quiet passenger who kept to himself—perhaps a businessman on a
trip home to see his family for the holidays. He was accompanied by
his aide, thirty-year-old Lieutenant H. Arthur “Hal” Lamar, whom
Nimitz had selected for the job partly because Lamar was color-blind
and not eligible for a sea command. In the first of the letters that
Nimitz wrote to Catherine every day over the next three and a half
years, † he assured her that Lamar was “a tower of strength” and “a
great comfort” to him on the trip, during which Nimitz tried
(unsuccessfully, according to Lamar) to teach him to play cribbage.3
After a stop in Chicago, where Nimitz got a haircut, the two men
transferred to the Santa Fe Super Chief for the three-day trip to Los
Angeles. Before they left Washington, Admiral Stark had entrusted
Lamar with a canvas bag of briefing documents, including
photographs of the Pearl Harbor disaster, telling him not to show
them to Nimitz until after they left Chicago. As the train headed west,
Lamar pulled them out and Nimitz studied them, including the
photograph of the USS Arizona aflame and sinking. The Arizona had
been his flagship when he served as the commander of Battleship
Division One just over three years earlier, and seeing it in its death
throes was particularly painful.
At one point Nimitz left the compartment to visit the bathroom.
The locks on the bathrooms were secured during station stops, and
Nimitz found himself locked in. After repeated pounding and buzzing,
the porter finally arrived to let him out, but it was obvious that the
porter thought Nimitz simply did not understand how to work the
lock. Irked, Nimitz invited the porter to try it himself, and closed him
in. After a moment or two, the porter sheepishly knocked on the door
and asked to be let out. Nimitz took his time doing so, writing
Catherine that the porter finally acknowledged “that I had a good
cause to be vexed.”4
In LA they were met by a car and driver and taken to the Naval Air
Station, where Nimitz said goodbye to Lamar, who returned to
Washington to serve as aide to Nimitz’s replacement at the Bureau of
Navigation, Rear Admiral Randall Jacobs. After lunch at the officers’
club and a cursory inspection of the coastal defenses, Nimitz headed
south alone to San Diego.
His flight from there to Hawaii was delayed by a day due to bad
weather, and so it was Christmas Eve when he boarded a PB2Y-2
Coronado seaplane for the seventeen-hour flight to Pearl Harbor. He
arrived on a bleak Christmas morning with rain spattering the harbor.
As the plane flew in over the harbor, Nimitz climbed up into the
cockpit to stare out the windscreen at the hulls of sunken battleships
protruding from the oily water. Before he deplaned, he made a point
of shaking the hand of each member of the crew to thank them for
the sacrifice they made by being away from their families on
Christmas Day.5
A small boat came out to pick him up. Nimitz’s first question to the
officer who met him was about Wake Island, the tiny American
outpost 2,300 miles west of Hawaii that had been attacked by the
Japanese three days after the attack on Pearl Harbor. When he had
left California, the island was still holding out and an American relief
force was steaming toward it. He learned now that the relief
expedition had been recalled and that Wake’s garrison had
surrendered. Staring silently out over the harbor, Nimitz made no
comment.