My uncle was in the radio shack of the USS Utah when the bombs started falling in Pearl Harbor. He then served on one of the early convoys to Murmansk in 1942. Only ten ships survived that trip. He was in the water three times, but he made it. Subsequently, at his request, he served in the South Pacific.
He first related that story to the family some 50 years afterward.
Three times . . .
Brass clankers.
Last Christmas I went to Hawaii to visit my daughter.she lived on Hickum afb and the first place i wanted to go was the USS Utah memorial. The forgotten ship. We waited in line to see the Arizona, but we were the only family there at the Utah memorial