Ed Wentzlaff, a 24-year-old sailor from Minnesota, stood on the deck of the USS Arizona in Hawaii's Pearl Harbor, waiting for church services to begin. It was the morning of Dec. 7, 1941.
"This was a day of days. This day was like the Garden of Eden. It was beautiful, about 87 out, and water temperature about 80, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky," Wentzlaff, now 94, recalled in a telephone interview with the AARP Bulletin from his home in Milaca, Minn. "As I looked up in the forward part towards the naval hospital where the channel goes out to sea, this airplane made a big turn and it had a big red ball on the side. I didn't say anything at the time, I just looked and the next thing you know … the guy's machine gunning us."
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Hundreds of Japanese planes howled out of the sky, so thick they blocked out the sun over Oahu. That day, 70 years ago, bombs and torpedoes rained down on Battleship Row and the nearby airfields. The Arizona, hit shortly after 8 a.m. by a 1,760-pound bomb, exploded, instantly killing 1,177 crewmen, including 25 sets of brothers. Debris and body parts fell from the sky.
Wentzlaff, one of just 335 aboard the ship to survive, was spared because he ran to his battle station instead of fleeing below. Aside from singed eyebrows and hair from the fires that raged on board, he wasn't injured.
Ordered to abandon ship, he was too terrified to jump overboard, where flames 3 feet high leapt on the surface of the water from fuel pouring out of the ship.
Instead, with another sailor, he ran down a gangway to an admiral's barge, which was tied up to the ship. As the Arizona rapidly sank — the ship went down in just nine minutes — it began to drag the barge down with it. Wentzlaff frantically cut it loose, while the other crew member started the engine. While waves of Japanese planes continued to strafe the harbor, the two rescued any survivors from the Arizona and plucked others from the burning waters. "Some of them were coming apart, they were that badly burned," he said.
When the attack ended two hours later, 2,403 Americans had died, more than half aboard the Arizona. The next day, President Franklin Roosevelt declared Dec. 7 "a date which will live in infamy" and called upon Congress to declare war on Japan. The Arizona's death toll is the greatest loss of life on any U.S. warship in American history.
Wentzlaff, one day away from the end of his enlistment period on the day of the attack, had plans to go into the resort business in Wisconsin with a Navy buddy, but he wasn't permitted to leave the Navy as World War II began. He served in a variety of roles throughout the war, and was on the USS Yorktown, which was sunk at the Battle of Midway.
Wentzlaff left the Navy in 1946 as a chief warrant officer and returned to his hometown of Nicollet, southwest of Minneapolis. Now, in retrospect, he realizes he was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, although he had no name for what he was feeling at that time. "I thought I could drink all the whiskey they made," he recalled. "I didn't do a thing for a year."
He wanted to be a lawyer, but large class sizes — boosted by returning vets on the GI Bill — at the University of Minnesota proved overwhelming. After leaving the university, he married and farmed corn and soybeans for 40 years. He was mayor of Butterfield, Minn., for four years, and served as a county commissioner and head of the local post of the Veterans of Foreign Wars. He and his wife divorced in the mid-1980s; she died this year. He has five children, seven grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren and two great-great-grandchildren.