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Cecil Taylor – He Was My Guide and Savior By Raymond Cecil Taylor 853rd Engineer BN. Avn. Corps of Engineers At 4:00 p.m., November 26, 1943, I had just completed a day in the bakery, keeping fire in the oven....
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My name is Frank G. Stankiewicz. I am Rohna Survivor Walter F. Stankiewicz’s nephew, and like many others, I was listening to someone talk about a TV documentary that was on the History Channel concerning a ship sunk in the...
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Story of Jacob Wilson Taylor—853 Engineer Aviation Battalion We left Oran, North Africa, destined for CBI Theater aboard Troop ship Rhona. On the morning of November 26, as I waited in line for my turn at a sink to wash...
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I was a T/Sgt. assigned to the 322nd Fighter Control Squadron on that fateful 26th November, 1943. Our squadron had boarded the ship at Oran, North Africa a few days earlier and had been at sea only one or two...
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My name is John Groopman. My father was in the Army Air Corps, medical corps in route to China. The following is the only story of the sinking that he wrote down. Story written by John Groopman, Medical Corps This...
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Robert J. Porter Army Air Corp Airways Communications System 756 AAF Base Unit (126 AACS Squadron) On July 4, 2004 Robert J. Porter, my father and namesake, finally succumbed to the debilitating effects of Congestive Heart Failure and Leukemia. He...
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Corporal Howard E. Olson Town of Plymouth, Juneau Co., WI Submitted by Jackie Martin Hufschmid Most Americans have never heard of the HMT Rohna and what happened on that fateful day of November 26, 1943. One Juneau County serviceman was...
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How could they keep this a secret, of such a wretched thing? The men on the ships were told it was a kamikaze oh y oh y would they lie. Now those men who have passed on, now and then,...
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Climbing down from the train, the air smells fresh and sweet. As I walk, wet, yellow leaves drift around my feet. The war is over, home at last, can’t believe its true. Brother Al’s already here. He’s been back now...
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In memory of my father, Anthony N. LoFrese 853rd Engineers Aviation Battalion I found a scripted poem On paper torn and old The Sinking of the Rohna The story he had told My dad survived the Rohna’s plight November, forty-three...
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