Finally, there was a B-25, just 4,000 feet high. This plane was having problems with its radio stabilizer which it towed behind it. The pilot was working on it when he saw the sun glint off an oil slick (from the Indianapolis). The plane was out looking for Japanese submarines and this might have something to do with one.
So, the plane circled 2-3 times, saw the survivors floating around like "ducks on a pond," then climbed up high enough to radio the location and bring other planes and ships to the area.
The destroyer USS Doyle was notified and made haste for the scene. Another plane, a PBY, came and landed and despite huge swells, managed to pick up 51. The plane was so crowded, they had to tie seven survivors on the wings.
Because of the huge swells and overloading, the PBY couldn't take off, but continued to avoid swamping until a destroyer arrived.
--GreGen
My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
Friday, May 16, 2014
USS Indianapolis Survivor Edgar Harrell-- Part 12: Rescued!!
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