. USS Oakland CL-95 Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition
"Praise The Lord
And Pass The Ammunition!"

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS TO:


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BREINING, ALBERT L GM3c
Survivor of the sinking of USS DE HAVEN DD-469
and USS OAKLAND CL-95 plank owner 
FOR
USS Oakland  magazine infornation from his little black book
and Albert's personal recollection of the 
last days of the USS DE Haven DD-469
EXCERPT FROM THE LAST DAY OF THE USS  DEHAVEN 
By Ernest A. Herr
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This webpage is dedicated to the brave sailors.


Who labored in the
 magazines passing the
ammunition. To

 keep the guns a firing
for the protection 
of the men and ship.
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USS Oakland CL-95
Ammunition Allowance
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5" 38 Caliber Projectile Allowance:

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AA Common (Mechanical Timed Fuse)
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Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
325
325
325
325
325
325
1950 
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Variable Time (Proximity Fuze)
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Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
200
200
200
200
200
200
1200
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Common (Point Detonating Fuze)
.
Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
175
175
175
175
175
175
1050
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Illuminating (Star Shells) 
(Turret 4 Was Designated Illumination Turret)
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Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
70
70
70
150
70
70
500
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  5" 38 Caliber Powder Allowance:

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Smokeless Powder

Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
520
520
520
550
520
520
3150

Flashless Powder

Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
250
250
250
300
250
250
1550

Dislodging Powder

Turret 1
Turret 2
Turret 3
Turret 4
Turret 5
Turret 6
Total
3
3
3
3
3
3
18
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40mm Ammunition Allowance:
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HEIT
HEP
APT
BLP
22,096
7,888
1,584
320
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20mm Ammunition Allowance:
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HEI
HET
BLP
42,800
22,420
540
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Magazines Forward:
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A-514-M  40mm
A-515-M  Small arms
A-515 1/2-M  20mm
A-206-M  5" 38 cal. Upper Handling Room Turret 1
A-504-M  5" 38 cal. Lower Handling Room Turret 1
A-505-M  5" 38 cal. Power Magazine Turret 1
A-506-M  5" 38 cal. Lower Handling Room Turret 2
A-507-M  5" 38 cal. Power Magazine Turret 2
A-508-M   5" 38 cal. Projectile Storage 
A-509-M  5" 38 cal. Lower Handling Room Turret 3
A-510-M  5" 38 cal. Power Magazine Turret 3

Magazines Topside:

A-203-M  20mm
A-101-M  5" 38 cal. Upper Handling Room Turret 2
A-0101-M  5" 38 cal. Upper Handling Room Turret 3
A-0201-M  20mm
A-0104-M  40mm
A-0105-M  40mm
B-118-M  40mm
B-119-M  40mm
B-0106-M  20mm
B-0106 1/2-M 20mm
B-0108 1/2-M 20mm
B-0112-M  40mm
B-0115-M  40mm
B-0206-M  40mm
B-113-M  40mm
C-0101-M  5" 38 cal. Upper Handling Room Turret 4
C-102-M  5" 38 cal. Upper Handling Room Turret 5
C-210-M  40mm

Magazines Aft:

C-301-M  40mm
C-304-M  40mm
C-402 1/2-M  40mm
C-407-M  5" 38 cal. Lower Handling Room
C-406-M  5" 38 cal. Projectile Storage
C-406 1/2-M  20mm
C-401 1/2-M  Demolition Locker
C-411-M  5" 38 cal. Powder Magazine
C-412-M  5" 38 cal. Lower Handling Room
C-415-M  5" 38 cal. Powder Magazine
C-204-M  5" 38 cal. Upper Handling Room #6
C-419-M  20mm used as (Clothes Storage)
C-316 1/2-M  20mm
C-210-M  40mm


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Albert L. Breining's personal recollection 
of the last days of the DD-469

"Bye-Bye DD!"

I was seventeen, three days after Pearl Harbor, but didn't join up until '42 with
about six others from Newark, NJ (there is a point here). We went to boots
together at Coddington point, Newport, RI, and then to Boston to put the
DeHaven into commission (don't remember the date). Our shakedown consisted
of a rough ride in or near Casco Bay, Maine. All I remember was being sick
forever. Thank the Lord we were very much needed in the Pacific so we didn't
hang out too long on the east coast. I think I was still sick until we entered the
Panama Canal. So much for tincans!

After the Panama Canal, our first port of call was Tongatapu where I got sick
again. I pigged out on coconuts with the other city boys from Newark. Then to
either New Hebrides or New Caledonia where we stripped the ship of all
flammable material. We left shortly, in company with other ships for the other
Canal (Guadalcanal) and Tulagi.

Most of what was is written by Mr. Herr appears to be very accurate. However,
I recall two things differently. One, I don't believe we were making 20 knots
because we were still pacing the LCM's and two, one more person left the pilot
house beaten, bowed and bloody. Me!

I was a signalman striker at the time and both my watch and GQ station were as
the talker stationed at the bulkhead just aft of the helmsman. I was the Captains'
connection to the lookouts, guns, etc. The bomb that blew up #2 mount and just
about "everything forward of the stack" trapped me somewhere inside of the
bridge. I must have been out for a short time ( stunned, more than likely) and the
first thing I remember was panic and the thought that I had very little time left.
The only light I could see came from a large hole in the deck (or more likely the
overhead). I looked down and saw what could only be described as hell. I knew I
couldn't get out and really freaked. I screamed for help and a voice somewhere to
my left yelled "over here". When I tried to go "over here" I found myself caught
under lots of junk. Being pretty nutty by now, I broke loose and crawled to where
I had heard the voice. God helped me and I saw the light, literally. Believe it or
not, I had been in the pilot house but only had to step into the water. I can
remember in bootcamp how I hardly passed the swim test and now I'm Olympic
material. I did turn in time to see the DeHaven slip under. When I finally
remembered to inflate my life belt I discovered holes in it. Fortunately for me
there were empty 5" 38 aluminum powder cans floating nearby which I used until
I found some guys on a life raft. I managed to hold on until sometime later when
we were picked up by one of the LCM's.

I ended up spending a horrible night on Guadalcanal and was flown from the
island the next day on a DC3 to a hospital in Noumea. Later is was transferred to
a hospital in New Zealand so I lost contact with my shipmates and never really
had a chance to compare notes.

I did meet up with a marine that told me he and some buddies were at Cape
Esperance watching us get beat up and betting on how long it would take to sink
us. He said it only took seven minutes.

Many wonder why the guns of the DeHaven were late to respond to the attack. I
know why the guns did not begin firing until the last minute. The Jap planes that
got over us came from the direction of Henderson Field. The skipper was
concerned that the planes might be ours so he asked me to ask the lookouts to
report as soon as they could identify them as enemy. Nothing! Once more the
question and once more nothing. Then the captain exclaimed, "damn, tell them to
hurry up!" After I relayed his message, soon came the reply, "They're Japs, we
can see the meatballs!".

All the delay in identification combined with the slow speed of the ship gave the
aces that dove on us a real field day. Bye-bye DD!






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Last updated 31 March 2005