Honoring my father and his shipmates who were aboard the USS West Virginia (BB48) on the morning of December 7, 1941…Also honoring the spouses, family members, and loved ones who waited for many weeks to learn of the fate all those who served America on that fateful day…
*****My Dad’s own account of what happened on that fateful Sunday morning, December 7, 1941…
National Park Service
Survivor Questionnaire – Persons Present December 7, 1941, Oahu, Territory of Hawaii
Vernon H. Sparks, US Navy, Battleship USS West Virginia, Coxswain
Hometown: St. Paul, Mn
Brief Account of What Happened to You Before, During, & After the Japanese Attack on Pearl Harbor.
“I was on the 3rddeck heading for the anchor windless room when the first torpedo hit the USS West Virginia.From there, more bombing and torpedoes-when all hell broke loose.Men in the brig were screaming for help.I could not respond, there was no time…to check where the Marine guard was with the keys to the cells.Evidently, he had already been hit.The men in the brig were engulfed in water and perished.I worked my way up to the 2nd deck with water up to my waist.By this time, I came to a hatch with the manhole still open leading to the main deck.I barely made it out of the escape hatch and was ordered by Lt. Stark to close that hatch.The men were still down there but it was too late for them.That was the first time I heard that the Japs were attacking our fleet…and the whole island.I watched one of my best shipmates get himself killed-Roy Powers.He stuck his head out the portside close to the ship-fitters shop; and about that time another torpedo hit and the concussion blew his head off.His body fell back on deck headless.After that it was a matter of surviving.There was no defense, the ship was already listing to port at about 35 degrees angle.I worked myself up further on the deck and observed the Commanding Officer, Captain Mervyn S. Bennion heading for the bridge.The strafing and bombing was still on.When I arrived on the main deck going forward to the number one turret…strafing still going on…I dived under the overhang of the turret.Communications was out, so by word of mouth heard the order, “all hands abandon ship.”Note: Capt.Bennion was lying on the wing of the bridge mortally wounded…He asked the doc, “What kind of chance he had?”And was told, “Not much Captain.”Then, Captain Bennion said, “Leave me on the bridge and this is my last order, ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP!”He died right after that order… After that order I jumped over the side to starboard and swam to Ford Island…Us guys that made it were standing on the beach watching the USS Arizona blow up sky high…what a helpless feeling.I had torn my white uniform up to use as emergency treatment bandages for the wounded.Anyway, to make a long story short, we dashed across the field under strafing conditions to shelter.In the BOQ, we were able shower in there and salvage clothes from the lockers, and helped organize the Harbor Patrol.And was with that duty for a few months – then assigned to new construction with the 5th Amphibious Force hitting the beaches of the South Pacific, all the way, then finally Iwo Jima, & Okinawa until the Peace Treaty was signed aboard the USS Missouri in Toyko, Japan.People like myself could go on & on…but that would take a book…”
Vernon H. Sparks, December 7, 1941, Battleship USS West Virginia
From Ship’s Crew Muster:
Sparks, Vernon H.328-41-29Cox.13Jan. 3610/12/39Author’s note…My Dad, Vernon, passed away in 1998 at age 79. I have faith that he knows his son did write the book he thought should be written…”People like myself could go on & on…but that would take a book…” Dad served America with honor and pride for all of his adult life and career including the US Navy for 22 years, and the Federal Bureau of Prisons for 18 years before retiring. Dad’s US Navy service included combat duty for all of WWII in the Asiatic Pacific Theater, and almost a year during the Korean War. My father is a symbol of the countless numbers of veterans of all wars and the families who served too… We honor veterans and military families every day of the year. They paid a huge price for the freedoms we enjoy in America and around the world to this day… We shall never forget the sacrifices and the debt that can never be repaid…Steve Sparks
About the author
Steve Sparks is a retired information technology sales and marketing executive with over 35 years of industry experience, including a Bachelors’ in Management from St. Mary’s College. His creative outlet is as a non-fiction author, writing about his roots as a post-WWII US Navy military child growing up in the 1950s-1960s.