Edgar Harrell and another Marine then joined 55 others on a raft. While on it, he saw a crate floating in the ocean and swam over to it and found it loaded with potatoes, although mostly rotten. he peeled off the rotten parts and ate several, his first food since the sinking. He referred to it as his little picnic of half-rotten potatoes.
Five others joined him for dining.
He remembers the nights being really dark. By now, it was just Harrell and Lt. McKisseth from texas still on the raft.
They could every so often see B-29s flying off on missions at 30,000 feet, way too far away and high to see them. And, the USS Idaho had not reported them missing.
Then they looked up and the call went out, "There's a plane. It was a B-25 flying along at 4,000 feet. This gave them renewed energy despite the ordeal, as they tried to wave it down.
Did the Plane See Them? --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.
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