ORAL
INTERVIEW OF
HAROLD
"BUD” COLLINS
MACHINIST
IN THE NAVY SEABEES: 93rd Battalion, WWII
for
The Nimitz Museum of The Pacific War
Fredericksburg, Texas
My name is Rick
Pratt. Today is October 19, 2001. I am interviewing Harold "Bud"
Collins. This interview is taking place at the Woodfield Suites in San
Antonio, Texas. The interview is in support of the National Museum of the
Pacific War Center for War Studies for the preservation of historical
information related to World War II.
Mr. Pratt:
Mr. Collins,
thank you very much for taking the time to relate the experiences you
underwent during World War II. To begin with, when and where were your born?
Mr. Collins: I was
born September 24, 1920 in a town called Driftwood in Pennsylvania. It was a
town where a tannery had been located and had just closed. I was raised
there. My mother and father separated when I was 7 years old.
Mr. Pratt: What
were their names?
Mr. Collins: Gertie
and Clyde. Gertrude. My mother was a school teacher. My father ran a saw
mill.
Mr. Pratt: Did you
have any brothers and sisters?
Mr. Collins: Yes, I
have two brothers and two sisters. They are all gone. When my mother and
father separated, I lived with my sister for probably 5 years.
When I was 14, my father came and picked me and my younger brother up
and took us to Philadelphia where he worked on the Delaware River Bridge.
That was in 1934. I moved to Parkland, that is between Philadelphia and
Trenton, near Langhorne. From there, I went to school in Langhorne for two
years. Then I went to Stephens Trade School in Lancaster to become a
machinist.
After that, the war started. I got a job at Kingsbury Machine Works.
They made thrust bearings for battleships and PT Boats. I worked there for
about two years. They froze my wages. So I went to Morrisville, which is
right across the river from Trenton. I only worked there one night and a
couple of Navy big boys came out and made me go back to Kingsbury Machine
Works because of all the Navy work they were doing there and they were
short-handed. I was making 95
cents an hour and couldn't get a raise because wages were frozen. At least
that is what they told me.
I talked to a couple of my buddies at work. We figured out what we
should do. I had one deferment for six months. I went to the Draft Board. I
knew one man there. Doc Welch, I asked him if I had a deferment coming up
which would be extended. He told me "yes." I told him I didn't
want the deferment. He sat
there and thought a while.
Mr. Pratt:
What was the deferment for? A medical deferment? Or because you were
working on military projects?
Mr. Collins: Yes,
doing naval work. He told me to go down and sign up right then and they
couldn't do anything about extending the deferment. So the next morning, I
went to the recruitment office and signed up. I talked to a couple of men
and they suggested I go into the Seabees because they needed machinists.
They gave me a rate of Seaman 1st. I
told the person who was interviewing me that I was trying to avoid another
deferment. He told me once I was signed up, I was in.
I went home and told my father. I had to be in Philadelphia at 8 am
the next morning, at the railroad station.
Mr. Pratt: How did
your father take this?
Mr. Collins: It
didn't bother him. Only my father and I lived together.
Mr. Pratt: Where
were you assigned first?
Mr. Collins: I went
to a couple of camps before ending up at a camp in California. From there I
sailed out.
Mr. Pratt: What
unit were you in?
Mr. Collins: I was
in Company A, Platoon 1.
Mr. Pratt: In the
93rd.
Mr. Collins: Yes.
We formed our Battalion when we got to Rhode Island. I did more training and
rifle training in Rhode Island.
Mr. Pratt: So you
went around to Rhode Island.
Mr. Collins: From
Camp Peary to Rhode Island. We were there about six to eight weeks. Then we
went from there to Camp Parks in California. From Camp Parks we were sent to
board the ship.
The night we boarded ship, my brothers and I were going down to
Mexico. We were on a USO bus. Just before we got to the Mexican border, they
stopped the bus and asked if there was anyone on the bus from the 93rd
Seabees. I think there were four or five of us. They told us that we had to
go back. They loaded us into a van and back we went, because our ship was
pulling out. So I never got to
see Mexico, and haven't yet.
Mr. Pratt: So your
specialty was a machinist?
Mr. Collins: Yes.
Mr. Pratt: What
else do you remember before you shipped out? Any training? Any new friends
you might have had?
Mr. Collins: The
training to me wasn't too bad. Any young guy figures it is a lot of work.
For machinists you don't get much exercise anyway. Just pull levers all day.
Everything went pretty good. I had a nice car.
Mr. Pratt: What
kind of car did you have?
Mr. Collins: I had
a '41 Pontiac convertible. Red.
Mr. Pratt: Don't
you wish you had that car now?
Mr. Collins: Oh
yes.
Mr. Pratt: What
kind of clothing and equipment did they issue you? You had your regular
uniforms. But did they issue you any specific equipment?
Mr. Collins: Our
uniforms were mostly jeans and blue stock from the Navy and Marines. We wore
tan clothes. That's why they called us "confused bastards." We
didn't know whether we were Navy or Marines because of the clothes we wore.
Usually it was Navy issue.
Mr. Pratt: When did
you ship out?
Mr. Collins: I am
pretty sure it was in October in 1943.
Mr. Pratt: What
kind of ship were you on?
Mr. Collins: It was
an old Danish Freighter, called the PERIDA. It was old. We weren't out to
sea for a couple of days and we had black potatoes already. The
refrigeration was terrible.
Mr. Pratt: Where
did you go?
Mr. Collins: The
first land we saw was the Christmas Islands. We zigged zagged in the
Pacific.
Mr. Pratt: Were you
in a convoy?
Mr. Collins: No
convoy. There was one other ship with us. Just two ships.
Mr. Pratt: What was
the other ship?
Mr. Collins:
I don't know the name of it. But it had most of our heavy equipment on it.
After the Christmas Islands, we didn't see anything else until we stopped at
New Caledonia. We had just dropped anchor. You could hear the anchor going
down and Ka-boom. An ammunition ship at the dock about 500 to 600 yards from
us blew up. Bodies were just flying from that thing. From what I heard, the Seabee Stevedores were unloading the ship when
it went off.
(editor's note: The Nov. 1, 1943 explosion
in Noumea is vividly recounted at www.friederich.net by David
Friederich. He was aboard the
USS Cassiopeia in the harbor and has eyewitness accounts of the incident.
After his website appeared, he learned of men who had been denied veterans'
benefits because injuries from the incident were recorded as personal health
problems. In Bob Conner's letter, it is censored. The explosion was
classified until some time after the war, but no one told the 93rd Seabees
who include the event and a photograph in their Cruise Book.)
Mr. Pratt: So what
caused the explosion?
Mr. Collins: It was
an accident.
Mr. Pratt: This was
basically your first stop.
Mr. Collins: Our
first stop and our first smell of war.
Mr. Pratt: A couple
of weeks after leaving.
Mr. Collins: It
seemed to me like a month, some people said it was 17 days. I can't remember
the day we landed.
We went to Guadalcanal and dropped off 35-40 Marines. Then we lifted
anchor and took off for Banika (in the Russel Islands) Island, which was 30
miles beyond Guadalcanal. From there we built a hospital. We were there
maybe two months.
Mr. Pratt: So that
was the first thing you sat down and built.
Mr. Collins: There
was nothing but coconut groves there. Rats were all over the place.
Mr. Pratt: This
would be close to Christmastime. You
spent Christmas over there.
Mr. Collins:
I would say our first Christmas was at Banika Island. From Banika we
went to - well we formed three waves, two weeks apart, as far as I can
remember. I was on the first echelon and we went to Green Island.
On February 14, Valentine's Day, I was topside of the LST and my
truck had ammunition on it. Of course they would not allow that below deck.
It stayed up on top. I was sleeping in my truck and about 5 am, just at
sunrise, I heard these guns going off. I looked and the Jap airplane and you
could see the holes that had been shot through it. Never hit a vital spot
till he pulled out and they got him. I could hear bullets flying all around.
I quick ran for the door of the LST to get down below and a guy blocked the
door and told me to get back to my gun. I told him that I was not on a gun
and I dove under his legs to get out of there.
Another plane dropped a bomb on one side of the LST and then on the
other side and missed us. At least two dozen guys were down on their knees.
Mr. Pratt: So that
would have been after Guadalcanal and Banika. Then where did you go after
that?
Mr. Collins: Green
Island. We were there on February 14.
Mr. Pratt: How long
were you on Green Island?
Mr. Collins: I
guess a year, or close to it. We built two air strips and a hospital and a
warehouse. We had airplanes landing in within a week or two of finishing the
air strips. An Army observation plane landed and the mud was still about
six inches deep.
Going to Green Island, I never saw any action myself. The door flew
open on the front (of the LST) and went down and we hit the beach pretty
hard. A squad of New Zealanders were in front of us. The New Zealand
sergeant looked back and asked us where we were going. Our lieutenant told
him that we were supposed to back them up. We had machine guns. He said
"not with those helmets you are wearing, you aren't." So we took
our helmets off. We put a cloth hat on.
I got about 50 feet on shore and that was about as far as I went.
We were busy getting stuff unloaded and getting into position. We had
a lot of oil drums to roll into place. I didn't even get to drive my own
truck off.
Mr. Pratt: What
kind of truck did you have?
Mr. Collins: I had
an International dump truck. It was assigned to me and two other guys.
Between the three of us, we put 13,000 miles on it and never had it out of
second gear. We had it all the time while we were at Green Island.
Mr. Pratt So you
were at Green Island most of 1944?
Mr. Collins: Yes.
After Green Island, we hit the Philippines.
Mr. Pratt Could you
tell us about that? Where in the Philippines did you land?
Mr. Collins It took
us about a month to get packed up at Green Island and ready to leave. I
didn't get in on that. I was a truck driver. On the way to the Philippines,
we stopped at New Guinea. We were there four or five days. We gathered in a
convoy to go to the Philippines.
Once we got to the Philippines, the first action I saw was about a
day before we got there. Jap airplanes tried to bomb us. Of course, I will
never forget that they sent everybody below. The commander and the captain
on the CAPE JOHNSON would let us know what was going on. He would tell us.
We weren't allowed above deck. I did see a Jap come in with a torpedo and
tried to get the troop ship that was 300 to 400 yards from us. That bomb hit
the water and bounced over the ship and landed on the other side.
So the first day of the invasion of the Philippines, we didn't get
ashore. We got the green light to go ashore, but couldn't get there because
of all the confusion. We went around and around in the water for about four
or five hours.
Mr. Pratt: Where in
the Philippines were you?
Mr. Collins: We
landed on Samar Island, which is right across from Leyte. You could see the
shooting going on at Leyte. Just like the war pictures you see. That is just
what it was, airplanes dropping bombs, shooting one another.
The Japs did drop a bomb down the hold of our ship. The hold was open
to get the equipment out. Anyway, the hole it hit was nothing but duffel
bags and it didn't do much damage. It did burn for a couple of days.
Mr. Pratt: So the
guys on board had shrapnel in their duffel bags.
Mr. Collins: The
next day we got ashore. It was a big mess. They had fork lifts and equipment
stuck in the water. We were
there for one month. We had Thanksgiving dinner in the new chow hall we had
just built on Samar Island. We had to move on up the Island to a small
village about 50 miles up the road. We built two big air strops there. We
put in dozens of warehouses. I was told that when we finished and the
warehouses were filled, they could have built an airplane if they had to.
They had enough parts.
Mr. Pratt: Could
you describe a little bit the construction of these buildings? Were they
primarily out of wood or......
Mr. Collins: Oh,
no they were steel Quonset huts with concrete floors at least 8 inches
thick...
Mr. Pratt: Where
did you get the concrete from?
Mr. Collins: We
made it from coral. They used hard coral and sand. That was the second truck
that I drove. It was a little GMC and the dump body had three compartments
in it. Each compartment held a yard of material. We had wood chutes built.
You would pull up under the chutes and they would measure and load the
truck. They would throw seven bags of cement in each of those compartments.
You would go down to where they were pouring the floor and dump it into the
hopper and it would be mixed up one yard at a time.
Mr. Pratt: So the
cement they brought from the United States and aggregated your sand?
Mr. Collins: The
sand was native. They also added hard coral. That is about all I can tell
you that I can remember about the construction part.
Mr. Pratt: You were
on Samar across from Leyte?
Mr. Collins: Yes, I
never got to Leyte. But I do remember the night that Jap paratroopers tried
to come in. You could hear, but you couldn't see much because it was dark.
We could see parachutes coming down because they had spotlights on them.
They were shooting these Japs as they would drop down. The Japs were trying
to take the strip back, I guess.
Mr. Pratt: So how
long were you in the Philippines?
Mr. Collins: From
the Philippines, I came home. That
October I had enough points to come home.
They took me off truck driving. The Lieutenant asked me if I could
ride a motorcycle. I told him that I would like to try it. This one had a
side-car. He gave me a slip to
go down and get a motorcycle loaded up on a truck. Took it back to camp and
put it together. That was my job to go over to another island across the
lagoon. We had to travel about 3 or 4 miles to pick up the mail every day.
It was a Harley Davidson and it had a reverse on it. I dropped the mail off
and took the motorcycle back to the transportation tent. I stopped and the
lieutenant told me to go pack my clothes and be ready to go in an hour. I
put that motorcycle in reverse; I
had never tried to back up before. A wheel went up on the side of the tent
and I almost flipped it. I knew
I was getting near for points to come home. I got my clothes cleaned up
because I knew that aboard ship you could not do laundry. When the clothes
got dirty, just throw them over board.
Mr. Pratt: What
kind of ship did you come back on?
Mr. Collins: It was
another Liberty Ship. I can't remember the name of it. He hit one hell of a
storm when we got just below the Aleutians. We had to stop and let the storm
get by. They knew by radio contact what was happening. They just kept the
motors running and kept it heading into the wind and the waves. But the ship
that was with us -I don't know how true this is -they tell me that the
Captain took vote, either they wait out the storm or they go home. They
voted to go home and they did. I saw the ship when we got back to Goat
Island in California. There wasn't a life boat on it. They had all been torn
off. I heard that the Captain lost his license.
Mr. Pratt: So where
did you end up? In the San Francisco area? Where was Goat Island?
Mr. Collins: Goat
Island was near San Francisco where the ships would come in and discharge
the troops. You got off and went through the normal lines, the examinations
to see if you were all right. It took two or three days to process us before
we could go home. They gave us liberty right away and we spent time in San
Francisco. So I spent a few days there.
Mr. Pratt: Then you
went back home to Pennsylvania?
Mr. Collins: Yes, I
rode a train. It took me three days and three nights. It was the dirtiest
trip I ever had in my life. It was a coal train and we got as far as Denver
and the dining car went bad. Something happened to the bearings in the
wheels and they took it off the train. First, you couldn't get a seat on the
train. The Servicemen had to stay in the end. The civilians were up front.
So I was walking through the cars looking for a seat. There was a big red
head sitting there, smoking a cigar, I bet she weighed 200 pounds. Her leg
was propped up on the seat. She asked me if I was looking for a seat and
told me I could sit next to her. I put my duffel bag down and the SP grabbed
me and told me to go to the back. I thought "here we are, fighting that
damn war for 2 years and we can't even sit with a civilian."
So I stood up from there to Chicago. Had nothing to eat or drink. So
we stopped at Chicago and I asked the conductor if I could get something to
eat. He told me I had about 20 minutes as they were changing engines. The
USO was about 500 to 600 feet, so I ran over and asked them for a couple of
donuts and a cup of coffee. I just happened to look back and my train was
moving. I ran to catch it before it pulled out. I asked the conductor why he
had told me I had 20 minutes, and he apologized and said that that is what
he was told.
I had about a 17-hour ride from Chicago to Philadelphia. I told them
to wake me when we got to the North Philadelphia station. I slept all the
way for two days.
Mr. Pratt: What did
you do after the war? What trade of work did you get in to?
Mr. Collins: First,
I didn't have enough points to get out of the service yet. So they put me in
the Philadelphia Navy Yard running prisoners between their cells and the
medical center. I got friendly with the corpsman there and asked him to
check my records to see if there was anything about my ears. He checked and
told me that there was nothing in my record about my ears. The doctor
overheard this and checked my ears. Finally he told me to pack my bag and go
to the Naval Hospital. I had jungle rot and didn't know it. It causes
thickening of the inner ear drum. I was in the Naval Hospital from December
until February when I was discharged. I was in the service 2 years, 11
months and 10 days.
Mr. Pratt: I want
to thank you for sharing your story with us.
Mr. Collins: I saw
a few Japs, but not many. Most of the ones I saw were dead. I guess I saw
200 piled up like cord wood. They were buried on the beach at Green Island.
Mr. Pratt: The
museum will have this story typed and put into the archives for future
generations to read all about the war.
Mr. Collins:
Thank you.
Typed by: Becky
Lindig, Nimitz Volunteer
August, 2003
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