Lessons from My 98-year-old Dad: The Hot Running Torpedo

by Harper Brame as told to Marilynn Chadwick

“Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

John 15:13 RSV

I was barely 18 when I entered the Navy. But I have a lifetime of memories from my tour of duty as a submarine sailor. It’s been such a long time since I’ve thought about that blue whale. It’s funny how things can suddenly come to mind out of nowhere.

It’s sort of like the time we had a hot running torpedo on the sub. The captain quickly sent us to the front of the sub where we went below if we didn’t have required duties to bring it under control. There was a very real danger of explosion, and we had 24 loaded torpedoes. If that thing had gone off, I’d have beaten the rocket to the moon! I had heard that some torpedoes, when they finished their run, would randomly explode. Or they got too hot and heated up the dynamite. But our torpedomen, doing what they knew best, got the thing stopped.

In more technical language, on a World War II diesel submarine, a "hot running torpedo" was one that accidentally activated its propulsion system while still inside its launch tube. The risk of an internal explosion was one of the most immediate dangers we faced on the submarine. That was just one of the many potential problems aboard a diesel sub in that era.

During World War II, the United States lost 52 of their 200 submarines. That meant about one out of four were lost, making submarine service one of the most dangerous assignments. Over 3500 sailors perished. Forty subs were sunk by the enemy, but 12 went down due to mechanical failures, including hot running torpedoes. Some were lost for unknown reasons, never to be heard from again.

Submarines played a vital role in the Second World War. It took a lot of sacrifice and hard work from their crews. It was a dangerous job that left people submerged for hours to days in unfriendly waters.

Somebody needs to speak about this part of our country’s history. I don’t know how many have seen the things I have seen, and there are not too many World War II submarine veterans still alive to tell about it.

That’s why I’m telling these stories. I want my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and the next generation, to hear my stories about a great blue whale. But more importantly, I want to leave a legacy of life lessons about the cost of our freedoms, and of course, the value of our family and the faith we hold so dear.

To watch several short videos of Harper Brame sharing his stories, click here to view “Witness to War”

Lessons from My 98-year-old Dad: The Great Blue Whale, Part 2

by Marilynn Chadwick

“The earth is full of your creatures. There is the sea, vast and spacious, teeming with creatures beyond number— living things both large and small.”

Psalm 104:24b,25 NIV

…Continued from Friday…

My Dad paused before continuing the story and got real quiet. He was thinking back to the astounding size of the creature he had seen.

“I was up in the shears of the conning tower. Back then, if you were on lookout duty, you had to always scan the horizon for threats like enemy ships or aircraft. You would also keep watch for any navigational hazards. We were an extra set of ‘eyes’ for the submarine when it was on the surface. But we never in a million years expected to see what appeared in front of our very own eyes that afternoon.”

“I just don’t have the words to describe it.” “It” was a great blue whale that had surfaced a few yards from Dad’s submarine. “It was like the end of the world coming up,” he said. “I think if it would have come up under us, it might have tipped the sub over. She had a calf with her that would have been huge on her own, if not next to her enormous mama. I just don’t have words to describe how large it looked. The ‘fountain of youth’ was coming out of her breathing apparatus. I only wish she could have stayed up longer. It was a once in a lifetime experience, and I’ve often wondered how many people have ever seen a great blue whale.”

Dad had grown up on a farm surrounded by family and extended family. There was always lots to learn and someone to ask about everything. Uncle Harold, who lived to be 104, used to call my dad the “curiosity box.”

“So if you are a curious sort like me,” Daddy told the enthralled children, “you might be interested in a few facts about the great blue whale. My interest was sparked and I have since learned that a great blue whale can weigh as much as 30 elephants—that’s 200 tons or 400,000 pounds! Blue whales can grow more than 100 feet long, the largest animal to have ever existed.”

“Not only is the blue whale the largest animal ever to live on the earth, it’s also the loudest. Blue whales are the loudest animals on the planet. A jet engine registers at 140 decibels, while the call of a blue whale reaches 180 decibels. Their ‘whale language’ can be heard up to 1,000 miles away!”

“That was eighty years ago.” Daddy told the children, “But I still can remember the awe and wonder of seeing that great blue whale like it was yesterday.”

This story inspired us to start writing about Dad’s memories from the war*. Life lessons learned and the importance of passing on a legacy. I encourage you to find a way to capture your own memories about your faith, family, and freedom. Talk to your parents or grandparents or start writing your own memories for your children and grandchildren!

*To watch several short videos of Harper Brame sharing his stories, click here to view “Witness to War”

Lessons from My 98-year-old Dad: The Great Blue Whale, Part 1

by Marilynn Chadwick

"Praise the LORD from the earth, you great sea creatures and all deeps”

Psalm 148:7

It was Christmas Day and the entire family had gathered at our home. Our grandchildren gazed at their great grandfather with wonder as he unwrapped his special Christmas gift. We had just finished Christmas dinner and the children crowded around “Great Grandaddy” as he opened his present. What could it be? The mysterious gift was packaged in an unusual antique box that had to be at least as old as Harper Brame, their ninety-eight-year-old great grandfather, and my father.

Great Grandaddy still had his razor-sharp mind, a twinkle in his eye, and an easy laugh. Turns out the gift box had been the carrying case for an antique auto harp, a hand-held stringed instrument often used to accompany folk music. Our good friend George had stumbled upon this beautifully carved box in a mountain antique shop and realized it was the perfect box to contain his special, hand-crafted gift for my dad.

The dining room filled with gasps from children and grownups as my dad delicately unwrapped his gift. It was an exact replica of the USS Besugo, the US World War II era submarine Great Grandaddy had served on during the war. George, a more recent war veteran himself, had spent months painstakingly and lovingly assembling and painting the intricate model sub.

George was as excited to give the submarine as Daddy was to receive it. “Wow, I’ve never seen a real submarine before,” exclaimed little Joshua. “Tell us a submarine story, Great Grandaddy,” the children pleaded.

My Dad paused, carefully examining every inch of his new “toy.” His mind drifted back to an earlier time. He searched for a memory he thought the children would enjoy. As he told this story, other memories from his war years flooded back, leading to a collection of childhood stories, growing up years, and life lessons. Some are stories I remember him telling me in my childhood, but this story was not one I had heard before.

“Well, did I ever tell you about the time I saw the largest animal to live on the earth?” The children settled in, eager for the story. Great Grandaddy continued, “It happened one day when three of us sailors were standing lookout on our submarine deck. All of a sudden, our Captain cried out, “Y’all look ahead!” “There right in front of us was about the biggest thing I’d ever seen in my whole life...”

To be continued on Monday.