Ordinarily a six-month repair job after the damage in the Coral Sea battle, the USS Yorktown (CV-5) was in dry dock at Pearl Harbor only three days, being patched and welded around the clock. The Navy had decoded a Japanese plan to attack Midway Island. Two dozen enemy ships were headed there. The Yorktown, its hull patched by huge steel plates, rushed out of dry dock with welding still underway on board.
Two U.S. naval task forces, including the carriers Enterprise, Hornet, and Yorktown, and their screens of support ships, rendezvoused northeast of Midway Island. Scouter planes spotted four Japanese carriers. About noon on June 4, the Yorktown‘s planes were engaged in a dogfight with enemy planes. They also managed to bomb a Japanese carrier, which later sank.
The ship’s guns filled the sky with black smoke, but several Japanese dive bombers slipped through Combat Air Patrol and attacked the carrier. Bombs smashed into the ship and exploded below decks, crippling the boilers and starting fires.
About three hours later, while repairs were being made, two more blasts slammed into the carrier. Torpedos.
The port side rose, then fell to a list of twenty-seven degrees. Sailors were ordered topside for life jackets. Donald Wilson and all those below dashed up ladders with battle lanterns. Soon the blue and white “abandon ship” signal was hoisted. Don scrambled over the lifeline on the fantail and leaped into the ocean. He treaded water for an hour. Air raid alerts scattered the nearby ships three times during the rescue. Donald was one of over 2000 exhausted survivors eventually pulled out of the Pacific.
The Japanese retreated, having lost all four carriers–four of the six that had been part of the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Don’s parents in Iowa were so relieved to get a letter from him dated after the Coral Sea battle, which was a month earlier. Leora wrote, “Dear Son Donald, We were so glad to get your letters even if you can’t say much. It means a lot to us to get them saying you are OK.”
But when then they heard the news that American troops on Midway Island had been in a battle, they prayed that Donald’s ship hadn’t been in on the fighting there.
In the Pacific, Donald’s ship had been crippled but didn’t sink. They decided to try to salvage the carrier, and asked for volunteers. One by one, thirty officers and 140 enlisted men–including Donald Wilson–dangled from ropes across in a bosun’s chair from a pitching and rolling destroyer to the eerily silent Yorktown.
Donald clambered down ladder after ladder to his battle station for tools and began to connect submersible pumps. When he later came up for air, he grabbed a sandwich and coffee, which had been sent over from a nearby destroyer. The destroyer’s GQ alarm began to blare.
Don jumped up in time to see a torpedo spread rushing toward him in the mirror-flat ocean–four long torpedoes, props turning, gliding in the clear water.
Two of the torpedoes–from the Japanese submarine I-168–plowed into the crippled Yorktown. Don started to run but was jolted back to where he had been sitting. Both the Yorktown and the destroyer rocked from the heavy blasts. The destroyer immediately began to sink.
Loose gear scraped and banged. Don headed for the Yorktown’s fantail–the spot where he had abandoned ship two days earlier. He leaped down into the elevator pit and scrambled out the other side. Other sailors joined him on the stern, preparing to jump. For some reason he could never explain, Don shouted, “Wait!” A tremendous underwater explosion–probably depth charges from the sinking destroyer–churned the bodies of the boys already in the ocean. When the oily water subsided, Donald again plunged into the sea.
He was rescued by one of the ships that had circled the dark, silent Yorktown during the night. The carrier’s list was less, but it had settled deeper into the ocean.
The next morning’s salvage attempt was called off when the doomed ship began to sink. Donald was asleep on the deck near the engine room. Someone nudged him awake. Weary sailors stood at attention. Nearby ships half-masted their colors. At sunrise, the USS Yorktown, flags still flying, rolled over and sank.
Donald Wilson, a Yorktown “plank owner,” had served on that ship since before its 1937 commissioning. Her whole life, as he put it. All of his belongings, including letters and pictures from home–among them graduation pictures of his brothers and sisters (including my mother’s)—sank with his ship into Davy Jones’s locker north-northeast of Midway Island.
Front pages of the newspapers at home reported only that a U.S. carrier had been hit in a battle at Midway, that some planes had been damaged, a few lost, that American casualties had been light.
But the Yorktown had lost 86 men. A burial ceremony was held at sea.
E 1/c Donald W. Wilson received a citation for being part of the salvage attempt.
Later in 1942, Donald was promoted to CEM, Chief Electricians Mate. Age 26.
That Gallant Ship: U.S.S. Yorktown (CV-5) by Robert Cressman.
Family letters during the war, and letters from Uncle Don decades after the war.
My story about Uncle Don Wilson, a humble hero.
Episode from Leora’s Letters: The Story of Love and Loss for an Iowa Family During World War II
Awesome to read of such hero’s.
Especially since I didn’t know any of this and thought he was “just Uncle Don.”
A lovely tribute! I had a cousin who was lost aboard the SS Snook submarine. The war touched every family.
Don Wilson lost all three younger brothers, then his father died the fall of 1946. He’d planned to make a career of the Navy, but decided he’d had enough being gone from home. He’d been in the navy since 1934.
A marvellous story – well worth sharing.
Thank you, Anne. To me he was just Uncle Don–until after Grandma died. He lived on the west coast and our correspondence began in earnest after I read his WWII letters home. (I ended up with all the family letters, photos, etc.)
A great story, Joy. One of the problems with history lessons is we get the big picture of what happened. Rarely do we get the boots on the ground, standing on the deck moment. Thanks for the share.
I was oblivious growing up. He was just Uncle Don. I’ve been contacted by two men, one retired military who wants to do a history of the USS Chicago. He’s got the war years, but had very little info before then. He was delighted to get copies of my transcripts of Del and Don’s letters home from 1933-1937, including their initiation ceremony at the Equator.
A very exciting, but poignant account of an amazing man.
I didn’t appreciating him when I was growing up. Making up for it now!
Great post, Joy.
Uf- I can’t imagine waiting for those letters- knowing he was there, but not having any news must have been agonizing! Thanks for sharing your family’s story! (I checked out your birthday post too- great stuff! For some reason WordPress won’t let me “like” it 😛 )
They were so busy on the farm, but still had time to worry, didn’t they? Thank you for your encouragement.
Your Uncle Don’s bravery is truly awe-inspiring. What an American hero.
You have such an amazing talent for bringing the story to life – like the reader is there watching it happen. I hung on every word, as they say.
Thank you, Eilene. You are such an encouragement!
My sentiments exactly!
I knew of the heroic attempt to salvage the Yorktown but this personal accounting was excellent. More lost history coming into the light.
The internet is an awesome place to be able to share these amazing stories. I’ve posted this on the CV-5’s Facebook page, etc.
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Thanks for sharing this. I put a link to this piece on the Cv5Yorktown.com website: http://cv5yorktown.com/e-1-c-donald-wilson-naval-citation-and-commendation-medal/
Thank you for sharing it. Donald Wilson was one of five central Iowa brothers featured on the new Dallas County Freedom Rock. All five served. Only two came home. My book, Leora’s Letters: The Story of Love and Loss for an Iowa Family During World War II, is their family story. Leora was their mother, and my delightful grandmother. It’s being made into an audiobook, edits are finishing up. I cannot let the family be forgotten!
Did you find this story about him? https://joynealkidney.com/2020/06/05/donald-wilson-uss-yorktown-survivor-saw-the-torpedo-spread-coming-at-them/
This one: https://joynealkidney.com/2020/05/19/the-uss-yorktown-cv-5-located-three-miles-deep/
One more about Uncle Don: https://joynealkidney.com/2017/10/06/donald-wilson-humble-hero/
[…] Donald Wilson was on the volunteer crew to attempt to salvage it. He later received a Citation and Naval Commendation Medal for that […]
[…] This is the best resource on the USS Yorktown (CV-5) for research about day by day, even hour by hour, operations. Since my uncle, Donald W. Wilson, a plank owner on this ship, had written details about his first experience during combat–the Battle of the Coral Sea. He had to abandon ship twice during the Battle of Midway, I wanted to learn details of the battle to go along with his own memories. Because he was part of the volunteer salvage attempt, he was given a citation by Adm. Chester Nimitz and awarded a Naval Commendation Medal. […]