Celebrating Heroes: Oregon Pearl Harbor Survivor

He wasn’t big. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t looking for glory in battle. Ed Johann of Newport, Oregon, considers himself a rather unremarkable guy who found himself in the middle of one of the most remarkable events in American military history. On December 7, 1941, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor—a surprise, early morning attack that nearly decimated America’s Pacific fleet and left more than 2,300 dead.

Many Americans listened by radio to the retelling of that day’s terrible events in the quiet of their living rooms. Johann heard the bullets whizzing by, inhaled the smoke of burning ships, and saw the bodies of his friends and comrades in arms floating in the water. For Johann, life would never be quite the same.

Lori Tobias of the Oregonian wrote of Johann’s experience that day, including saving another soldier from deadly waters, in a recent front page article commemorating the 70th anniversary of Pearl Harbor. For his heroics, Johann received a U.S. Navy Commendation. Interestingly, Johann enlisted in the Navy mainly because of “economics” not heroics. The low paying jobs held by his dad and two brothers didn’t entice him.

In an interview with the Oregon Faith Report, Johann said that he earned $21 a month in the Navy, on top of the food, shelter, and benefits provided. “Some guys needed money to buy booze or whatever when they had some free time. Me, I didn’t drink, and I didn’t have a lot of expenses. Instead, I sent a lot of my money home.” Johann calls that “economics,” though after further questioning modestly admits that, among other things, he felt the Navy gave him a chance to help support his family.

Johann now marvels that he even passed his physical to be admitted into service. “They kept telling me to inhale real big and stick out my chest. I didn’t even have a chest,” joked Johann. “I was maybe 140 pounds. One doctor had the chart; another measured my chest. They finally passed me on. I guess they just needed all the men they could get.”

Johann’s first six months in the Navy were uneventful. Then came Pearl Harbor. Prior to the attack, Johann had never even seen a dead body. His vision of the Navy was Frank Sinatra movies—singing and dancing without much danger. After Pearl Harbor, there was the constant fear that “we might be next” to die.

The nearness of death at Pearl Harbor and throughout the rest of his four year service had a profound effect upon Johann’s sense of purpose. He resolved to spend the rest of his life helping people. Among other things, Johann served nearly 30 years as a Portland firefighter where he occasionally risked his life for others like he did as a soldier. One event in particular brought back memories of December 7, 1941. On this particular day, he nearly died fighting a terrible fire after a backdraft threw him to the ground, catching his boot on a chair. While the others managed to find the window, Johann was stuck in a thick cloud of black smoke. Somehow he was able to wiggle his foot loose and exit the 2nd story window in time, leaving his boot behind. Johann said he “had a lot of time to think and remember” as he convalesced for a few days in the hospital.

His advice to youngsters thinking of joining the military? “It’s a great way to learn discipline, responsibility, and to serve others. But know what you’re getting in to. There’s a lot great things about military service, but don’t be naïve.”

To the rest of us, Johann says to appreciate life and be flexible. “There are many surprises in life. It doesn’t always go as planned and there are big challenges. But you’ve got to learn to roll with it and make the best of the situation.”

These days, Johann has survived many of his fellow servicemen. “There used to be 13 of us who met each year here locally to commemorate Pearl Harbor. It’s down to two of us.” The realization that the “Greatest Generation” is passing may partly explain Johann’s willingness to share his experience.

“It’s important to tell our stories so that we always remember the sacrifice our soldiers made.”

Well said. Thanks, Mr. Johann, for your service and for your willingness to share your story of sacrifice, one of many from that day, for us and for future generations.

www.anysoldier.com

If giving feels this good, why don’t I do it more often? That is the question I wondered last week when I got my act together enough to send a care package to a soldier in Iraq. The soldier is a close family friend, a Green Beret who was sent to Iraq in mid-July. It put a smile on my face to think about his reaction to the surprise box full of treats, reading material, Starbucks coffee, and other comfort items included in our care package.

Our friend has a large family and many friends supporting him, but other soldiers are not so lucky. While doing some research online about what to send and what not to send to soldiers in Iraq, I came across an inspiring website called www.anysoldier.com. An Iraqi war veteran started the project after recognizing that many of his comrades received little or no mail or support of any kind from people at home. So he responded by creating a program that allows people to send letters, cards and care packages to “Any Solider.”

The program works thanks to the volunteer efforts of many people. Current American soldiers serving in Iraq and other locations have volunteered to distribute items to people in their units who receive little or no communication from home. Their contact information, as well as descriptions of what and what not to send, are provided on the website. You can choose the military branch and the location you support.

Whether participating in the “Any Soldier” project or sending something to a soldier you already know, it is best to look into what is appropriate and not appropriate to send. Many websites, including www.armywives.com, provide this information, not to mention fun and creative ideas that will boost the spirits of the troops.

Erika Weisensee
Erika lives in Milwaukie and teaches writing at the University of Portland.

Oregon WWII Vet Has Angel Story

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During World War II, I was among the American troops who were captured in Germany.

German soldiers forced us to march 100 miles, in snow and subzero temperatures, to another prison camp. During that long week, we received only two meals.

One snowy evening, as we trudged along the deserted road, I glanced up and saw a beautiful little girl standing beside the road ahead of us. She wore a winter coat with a fur-lined hood encircling her sweet shining face. In her hands, she held a small wicker basket.

As we marched closer to her, I could see her bright eyes smiling directly at me. She acted like she knew who I was, but I had never seen her before.

When we approached where she stood, she stepped up on the road and held her small, covered basket out to me.

As I walked to the spot where she stood, she pulled back the white napkin which covered the basket.

I saw six biscuits inside.

I was so hungry!

Quickly, while still walking forward, I reached out, grabbed the six biscuits and stuffed them into my pocket.

The beautiful little girl flashed a radiant smile at me, and then she turned and walked away.

The other guys didn’t seem to notice the girl. If any of them had seen the biscuits, I knew they would have desperately fought to get them. Everyone was so starved!

In fact, when we arrived at the next village, our captors let us sit down and rest on the street curb. A man wearing an apron came out from the bakery across the street and threw four loaves of bread into the middle of our troop.

Everyone jumped up, frantically pushing and shoving as they tried to grab a handful of bread. In their desperation and hunger, they hit and fought each other for every scrap.

I stood at the edge of the group and stared. I wondered why nobody had tried to grab the biscuits in the girl’s basket.

Was it possible they hadn’t seen the biscuits?

Was it possible they hadn’t seen the little girl at all?

I can still see her beautiful face, even after all these years. It shone so brightly in the dusk. I’ve often thought of her. I had been too exhausted at that time to look back and see where she went or what happened to her.

Later, I realized no mother would have let a young girl take food to enemy troops at night during the middle of a war.

I believe she was an angel of God, sent as an answer to the prayers of my wife. Without those six biscuits, I would never have survived that week-long march in the freezing winter.

Jesus said, “Your heavenly Father feeds [the birds],
Are you not of more value than they?”
Matthew 6:26

Allen Simantel, World War II Veteran
Simantel Berry Farms
Hillsboro, Oregon

From the book “Our Stories, God’s Glory
A collection of real life inspiration stories from Oregonians