A few years ago, I reviewed a book about the USAT Dorchester disaster, discovering that February 3 is a day of remembrance for the four chaplains who lost their lives serving the men on that ship. In 2021, I made a meme for the day.
In 2021, I created a meme for remembering the day, then this showed up on Instagram: “Happy 100th Birthday in heaven to my Grandfather Michael Calandriello. He served in the Army Air Force during WW2 and was one of few survivors of the torpedo attack on the USAT Dorchester on February 3, 1943.”
I recognized the name of the ship, then noticed the hashtags:
#family #lineage #history #ww2 #grandfather #italianamerican #usatdorchester \#angelbirthday #life #love #brooklyn #newjersey #4chaplains #europe #neverforgotten
I sent a note to the man who posted about his maternal grandfather, one of only 230 survivors on the ship. He sent photos and more information and gave me permission to share this story.
“Never remove your left jackets! Eat, sleep and work in them but never ever take them off.” Obeying that order saved the life of Glenn Simmons’ grandfather Michael Calandriello who served in the Army Air Force during WWII.
SSgt. Michael Calandriello’s Story
“The torpedo struck like a giant hand reaching out of the sea and puncturing a hold in the side of the ship. Forward motion stopped, we began a hard sideward skid stirring the dark waters beneath the hull. Moving automatically, I joined my shipmates in making my way across the sloping deck to my assigned station.
“Just like in drills, the lifeboat was loaded and we were lowered over the side. Nothing in our training, however, had prepared us for the shock of the lifeboat tipping and dumping us over, to be engulfed by the frigid water. . . .
“Treading water, I saw a G.I. grab an axe and cut the ropes allowing the lifeboat to right itself. But my hopes were dashed as a desperate man jumped from the deck above, landed in the lifeboat, and crashed through the bottom.
“Yet I was one of the lucky ones.
“Soon another lifeboat came by and picked me up. A Black crewman, Charley Wright, who had already survived previous torpedoings, took charge. With only three oars and all of us bailing furiously, we managed to stay afloat until we were rescued by the Coast Guard Cutter Escanaba.
“. . . Along the rails of all three decks [of the Dorchester] was an unbroken line of men. All were to paralyzed by fear to jump. I shouted ‘Get off! Get off!’ but the turmoil drowned my voice. . .
“I was among the first picked up. The courageous men of the Escanaba stripped off my clothes, wrapped me in blankets and began rubbing my frozen legs. For hours men were carried in, oil-slicked, unconscious, some dying and some who would be dead by morning’s first light.
The Four Chaplains
“It was from those picked up last that I first heard the story of the Four Chaplains. I had known Father Washington from Mass and confession. I remember his soft-spoken caring. There was an underlying strength to the man that reassured us he would always do God’s work and take care of his men no matter what happened. That’s exactly what he and his fellow chaplains did that fateful night.
We spoke not a word
“Almost fifty years have passed, yet the visions of that night remain vivid in my mind. One man in particular stands out. He was a Jewish buddy who pulled me into the lifeboat and rubbed life back into my limbs on board the Escanaba. As he held his prayer book and I held my rosary beads, we spoke not word. But in our hearts we knew our faith in our common God had spared us.
“This was akin to the example set by the Four Chaplains. Though their lives were not spared, they had helped to spare others and bring comfort to those doomed to perish. Four men, three faiths, one God–this is their legacy. What better monument than t have etched into our minds and hearts the sight of these four men of God staying with their flock, giving them strength and faith as they entered eternal rest.”
From the book: “In the early morning hours of February 3, 1943, a German submarine torpedoes the American troop ship Dorchester en route to a top secret radar installation in Greenland. The four Army chaplains on board could scarcely be more different from each other: Methodist pastor and war veteran George Fox; intellectual and athletic Rabbi Alex Goode; scholar, poet, and Dutch Reformed minister Clark Poling; baseball fan and “regular guy” Father John Washington. Yet in the terror and confusion following the attack by a deadly U-boat wolfpack, the chaplains unite in a final triumphant sacrifice that transforms the life of every survivor who lives to tell of it.”
We should never forget them.
Thanks to Glenn A. Simmons (on the right), who served as Marine infantryman during the Global War on Terror. His father, Glenn D. Simmons (left) served with 10th Special Forces in Vietnam.
Beautifully inspirational. The depth of “we spoke not a word” is how we should always hold each others hand, in faith.
Yet another interesting and inspiring account from the war! Thanks!
It’s being shared on LinkedIn by an army chaplain!
Thanks for putting this together Joy, I really appreciate the work you put into this.
I’m still amazed that I read what you wrote–and those hashtags–on Instagram Monday. Meant to be. And I’m so thankful about where it’s leading. MM said he’d get together with you by the weekend.
This story brought tears to my eyes, so moving.
Everyday héros…inspiring post!
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As a vet I proudly salute these 4 brave soldiers. There are countless acts of heroism and these men make us all proud and thankful to those serving in uniform past and present. Please remember their heroic act Memorial Day and say a prayer for all who like these four selfless dedicated men went over and never came back.
Thank you, Tom. My Grandma Leora lost three sons and was widowed within three years (late 1943-1946). That’s why I had to write the family story, “Leora’s Letters: The Story of an Iowa Family During World War II.” Five brothers served, only two came home. My mother was one of their sisters. One brother is buried in France, one here in Iowa. Only God knows where the third brother lie today (along with the other five men lost with the B-25G off New Guinea). I spent many Memorial Days with Grandma, Aunt Darlene, and my mother taking flowers to the cemetery to remember the Wilson brothers. Bless you for your thoughts, Tom.