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Saving the Battleship North Carolina

  • By Brandon Sneed
  • Photography by Millie Holloman and Rachel Barker

Destined to be scrapped, the Battleship North Carolina got its reprieve in 1958, thanks to a statewide effort that brought the ship home.

Battleship North Carolina

It’s January 1942, and a heavy storm churns violently in the ocean, 15 miles off the coast of Key West, Florida. Aboard a destroyer, 400 men sit tight, heading toward their battleship. These men, and this ship, are bound for war.

The destroyer chugs into the storm. Night falls thick, and waves thrash violently against the ship, swaying the gangway and threatening to throw skinnier sailors into the sea. Straining against the darkness and the lurch of the ocean, the men spot it. Their ship. The USS North Carolina.

She was impressive, looming out there in the darkness. She stood 155 feet high and stretched 729 feet long. Her 16-inch guns were the largest ever on a United States ship.

Chuck Paty, a 17-year-old serviceman from Charlotte, was aboard that night, and he remembers his first glimpse of the battleship. “Oh, she was just awesome,” he recalls.

Later, when the North Carolina made her way through the Panama Canal, her 108-foot girth barely squeezed through. And when she steamed into Pearl Harbor in July 1942, she stopped everything. Sailors quit working to stare like they might at a pretty girl, and people ran from airplane hangars and machine shops to see. Ships sent flags up and down their masts, saluting her arrival.

She came not a moment too soon. The men had felt unsettled, uncertain, since the Japanese attacked, but the coming of the North Carolina changed everything.

During her commission, the USS North Carolina went on to devastate the enemy, downing 24 planes, assisting in the demise of countless others, and helping bombard their strongholds nine different times. Six times, she was wrongly reported sunk, as though the Japanese hoped that saying something enough makes it come true. Fighting in every major offensive naval engagement in the Pacific during World War II, she earned 15 battle stars and the nickname Immortal Showboat.

Yet for all the havoc she wreaked, the battleship protected her boys. From her first battle to the Japanese surrender in August 1945, out of 144 officers and 2,195 enlisted men, only 67 were injured and only 10 died. The USS North Carolina became more to her men than a weapon of war and violence. She was a second home.

Rescue Mission

In 1958, a Wilmington man named James S. Craig opened his newspaper, the Wilmington Morning Star, and came across a news item that horrified him. He learned that the USS North Carolina, which was moored in New Jersey, would be scrapped and sold.

To Craig, this idea was unthinkable. An Army veteran himself and a member of Wilmington’s American Legion Post 10, Craig understood the significance of the ship. He believed that he had to do something to try to save it.

He remembered visiting Houston, Texas, and seeing the Battleship Texas, a World War I and World War II ship that became a memorial at the San Jacinto Battleground. Surely, he thought, the same could happen to the North Carolina. She could become such a memorial, a place for 10,000 North Carolinians lost in World War II to, in a way, come back to life. Where better to resurrect them than on the ship that had once been called the Immortal?

Craig enlisted the aid of Hugh Morton, the former publicity manager for North Carolina Gov. Luther H. Hodges. Craig knew that Morton had the governor’s ear, and that if anyone was likely to persuade the governor to do something, Morton could. Something like convincing the Navy to hold off on scrapping the USS North Carolina.

It worked, and the governor agreed. During the next several months, the men contacted the Battleship Texas Commission to learn how they acquired the Texas. They traveled to Bayonne, New Jersey, where the USS North Carolina was “in mothballs” at the New York Group Atlantic Reserve Fleet. There, the USS Washington, a carbon copy of the North Carolina, was moored beside her. They watched as the Washington was hauled away to be scrapped. Morton later recalled, “Tears almost came to the eyes of some of those old Navy sea dogs at the thought of the North Carolina being cut up.”

Saving the ship, though, would be expensive.

It would cost $100,000 to prepare a new site, another $100,000 to condition the ship for display, and $50,000 to tow her to a new site. At a total of $250,000, it’s the equivalent of about $1.8 million today.

In the twilight of his term, Hodges suggested to Morton that, instead of taking the money for the ship from the state, why not get the people involved?

Morton came up with a plan. They would create a North Carolina Navy. From each of the state’s 100 counties, they would select an “admiral” responsible for seeing that their counties met a fund-raising quota. People who gave $100 — equivalent to about $725 today — would also be named an admiral, earning a certificate and lifetime free admission to the ship. Incoming Gov. Terry Sanford suggested they involve the schools, so every child who brought in a dime received a pass for free admission.

Morton, along with Wayne Jackson at WRAL in Raleigh, developed the “Save Our Ship” promotional television program. It aired on prime time, simultaneously across the state, and invited North Carolina celebrities, such as Andy Griffith, Jane Morgan, and David Brinkley.

And then there was the matter of deciding her final resting place. Three cities jostled to the forefront for consideration: Southport, Morehead City, and Wilmington. Southport and Morehead City were beautiful, and the ocean provided a gorgeous natural backdrop. But the beauty hid a curse: Their proximity to the ocean made the ship vulnerable, particularly to hurricanes. So officials decided to berth her at the safest location, the one farthest from the sea. Wilmington.

Rally Cry

Former crew members began to catch wind of the Save Our Ship campaign. They were outraged that the Navy had the gall to even think about destroying their ship.

Paty, the Charlotte native who became a radioman aboard the USS North Carolina after meeting her that stormy night in 1942, was one of those crew members who heard the news. “Oh, that was painful,” Paty recalls. “It’s like we’d just heard that they were going to kill our parents, our mother, our father. The feeling was that strong.”

In the 1930s, as America crawled out of the Great Depression, it sold shiploads of old warship scrap metal to the Japanese. They made bullets from it and then fired those bullets at Americans in World War II.

“So we imagined, ‘The North Carolina is going to be turned back into bullets that may get fired back at us again?’” Paty says. “No way. We didn’t want them shooting the North Carolina back at us.”

Paty, who was working for a truck manufacturer, took action. Although he’d never spoken in public before due to horrible stage fright, he became a Charlotte-area spokesman for the cause.

By the end of the Save Our Ship campaign, Paty gave more than a dozen speeches. To this day, his wife marvels, “You were so bashful — how did you ever learn to talk to a crowd of people?” she says.

“It wasn’t easy,” Paty says. “I didn’t know what it was to get up and talk to people. But it’s a whole different thing when you talk about something that you love, something that you know all about. I was an expert on the ship. And that’s all I had to talk about.

“Sailors always fall in love with their ships,” Paty says. “They love them as if they were people. Like they were creatures. It has, oh gosh, a life, so to speak.”

Paty took his discharge after the Japanese surrender. With no more war to fight, leaving the battleship was like leaving home.

Can You Spare a Dime?

From Wilmington to Charlotte, newspapers called the USS North Carolina “our ship.” Sailors gave her their youth — and some, their lives — and their children gave her their dimes, and more than a million people gave something in between.

The Save Our Ship campaign raised nearly $330,000, about $2.4 million today. Among those who were named admiral was none other than President John F. Kennedy.

In a remarkable display of support, Southport and Morehead City, the two sites that jostled with Wilmington for the North Carolina, were among the first regions to reach their quota and went on to vastly exceed it.

Of the 1.1 million North Carolina schoolchildren, 700,000 gave at least a dime.

On September 25, 1961, the North Carolina began her final voyage, leaving Bayonne with the New York City skyline in the background. With no power of her own, nine ocean-going tugboats hauled her home.

The day before her departure, Wilmington held an air show. Jimmy Craig went up in a plane with six daredevil paratroopers to get a rare glimpse of the North Carolina’s slip. He’d finally see his three-year-long vision come true.

But things went horribly wrong, and Craig, having saved the battleship’s life, was suddenly left fighting for another: his own.

The plane barely got off the ground. It crashed on takeoff, exploding and instantly killing several while critically injuring about a dozen others, including Craig. He was flown to Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio, Texas, with the North Carolina just days from reaching the Cape Fear River.

‘One of My Boys’

A few weeks later, Paty, now 36, stepped out of his car into a field of mud a few miles inland of the Atlantic Ocean, down the Cape Fear River, to stand before the battleship. She’d made it home. It was surreal for Paty; he thought he’d never see her again.

Paty saw someone across the field, ran to him, and greeted him with a salute.

“Hey,” said Rear Adm. William S. Maxwell. “You’re one of my boys.”

Maxwell handed Paty a flashlight, and they boarded the gangway, the officer and the radioman returning home together. It was dark like the first time but without the storm and waves.

Paty descended three decks, where nobody can go today. He walked along the bunks and found his.

“Oh, I tell you,” Paty recalls, “my heart just pounded.”

On October 14, 1961, the USS North Carolina opened to the public, and more than 5,000 people walked the ship’s decks. None of them knew that, on that same day, as their hearts pounded like Paty’s, Jimmy Craig’s stopped. Craig had died in San Antonio.

Still Breathtaking

Now, the parking lot is paved, and it’s packed with cars bearing license plates from all over the United States, from New York to California to Florida to Alaska.

Aboard the battleship, you can tell who’s new. Their mouths hang open, but they don’t talk much. After all these years, she still steals folks’ breath.

Beneath her deck, there’s a room that tells the story of the Save Our Ship campaign. On one wall, files name the 2,400 admirals in the North Carolina Navy, and the schools whose children all brought their dimes, and the counties that met their quotas. Another wall holds a plaque bearing a picture of Jimmy Craig and some of the nicest words you’ve ever read about a man.

In 1964, someone donated spotlights in Craig’s honor. They flicker on at nightfall, reaching through the windows of the story room, falling on its walls, touching Craig’s face.

Across from that room is the room Craig would have called the most important. The names of the 10,000 North Carolinians who died in World War II, engraved in bronze, fill three walls that surround the five flags of America’s military branches. Air Force. Army. Coast Guard. Marine Corps. Navy.

Long after she could fight for them, the North Carolina’s boys fought for her. Jimmy Craig died before he saw her again, but he kept the Immortal Showboat immortal. This ship was born for war. She became a home. And in 1961, she found a home of her own.

Location:

Battleship North Carolina
1 Battleship Road
Wilmington, N.C. 28401
(910) 251-5797

Brandon Sneed is the author of The Edge of Legend: An Incredible Story of Faith and Basketball From the Life of Harlem Globetrotter Anthony “Ant” Atkinson (Port City Publishing). Sneed can be found online at brandonsneed.com.

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  3. SAMANTHA ARD ALLEN says:

    I REMEMBER GOING ON THE BATTLESHIP EVERY YEAR WITH MY PARENTS BUDDY AND PEGGY ARD AND MY 5 OLDER SIBLINGS .. NOW IM TAKING MY OWN KIDS ON THERE. I MAY BE MISTAKEN BUT SEEMS LIKE I REMEMBER MOM AND DAD TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER PLACE I BELEIVE ON THE OTHERSIDE WHERE SHE REST NOW, THE YEARS LATTER THEY MOVED THE BATTLESHIP WHERE SHE REST NOW. CAN SOMEONE CLEAR THIS UP FOR ME . I TELL MY KIDS STORYS ABOUT WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL . I WANT TO MAKE SURE THIS IS CORRECT… THANK YOU TO WHOM THIS MAY CONCERN,

  4. Gayle Haney says:

    My father served on the Carolina. We grew up with pictures of his “ship” hanging in our home. In 1976 we went on vacation and told the story about the torpedo hitting the ship and how he was going below banged his leg on the stairs he still had the scars to prove it. Upon his death I found a $1.00 silver certificate with the signatures of some of his ship mates with the stamp of Hawaii.

  5. Ben Bynum says:

    The first time I went i was only 3 years old and i only fell asleep after i could see her no more i thank all the man and women her served our navy during the fight in WW2 Thank YOU all!!!!!

  6. Philip Gilllespie says:

    Sometime in 1962 my mother and i,being in the 6th grade, 11 yrs old, took a trip from PA to Florida. I was always fascinated with warships and had built many of the revell plastic models. I-95 wasn’t even built at the time so we hade to take us 1 which took us through Wilmington, NC. Going over 1 of the bridges i saw the ship and literally forced my mom to stop so we could see her. At that time there wasn’t much there except a gangplank to board the great ship. I dont remember how much it costs for admission. It was one of the most exciting moments in my life. Couldn’t believe my eyes. In may of 2010 i along with 2 friends took a trip to florida and told them that we had to stop and see the ship again. For me, to stand on her decks more than 40 yrs later as a grown man was almost too much to take. This time we were allowed into many areas previously off limits on my 1st visit. I was 58 yrs old then and hope to go back again. I can fully understand how a sailor feels about his ship. For me it was great in 1962 and even better in 2010. The 2nd visit brought tears to my eyes as it does right now while writing this. All i can say is a tearful thanks to the great people of NC for saving her. Philip Gillespie

  7. Johnny Riggs says:

    I was in the second grade and gave some money in school to save the battle ship. I remember getting a card with the image of the ship on it as a lifetime pass. The card vanished many years ago but I think the ship had an influinece on my joining the navy. I would love to be able to explore all of the ship. Is it is ever toed to another port for repairs, I would love to be aboard.

  8. Ronald Washburn says:

    I was not there when She fought.
    But I want to thank all those who helped to save her and allowed me the chance to touch our history.
    She’s still beautiful.
    Ronald R. Washburn
    Summerfield, NC

  9. Val Trani says:

    I think that the USS North Carolina was a part in my going into the Navy and serving! What a grand ole lady she is.

  10. I was a 17 yr. old that gave some money to the battleship
    fund, when it was pushed and pulled up the CAPE FEAR
    RIVER i was there and it was wonderful , an still is..

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