My dad (1915-1985) served on the Indianappolis before the war. He was on the cruise in Nov-Dec 1936 (70 years ago this month) that carried President Roosevelt on a goodwill tour to South America and back through the Panama Canal. (Can anyone imagine the pres being out of the country for two months these days?) His "Davy Jones" certificate (for crossing the equator) hangs on the wall in his den at my mom's house as I write this.
By the time the war started he was in the FBI, and therefore otherwise occupied. My uncle (his younger brother) was stationed on Guadalcanal, and heard that the Indianapolis was in port (enroute to delivering the bomb, although obviously unknown at the time). He rushed down to see his 'big brother's ship', but was too late - he just got a brief look as it steamed out of the harbor.
Meanwhile, a week or two later, a (lifelong) Navy buddy was visiting my mom and dad at their apt. in NY. Listening to the radio during this visit they heard the first reports of the Indianapolis sinking. They both cried at the news; and my mom still has a hard time telling this story . . .
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