My Return to Rome! Il mio ritorno a Roma!

 ROME DIARY II Sunday July 26, 2015

Low Clouds, then Sunny 85°F/29°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

   Not yet! But, soon! (4 Agosto)

Il Colosseo!

For me, the logistics of a trip like this are like planning for the D-Day invasion. I love to travel, but

  I’m not sure which part of traveling that I dislike more – getting ready to go, or the long flight to get to my destination. And, even with all the experience I’ve had with traveling over the years, I still feel the same anxieties of my very first trip overseas. My days as a newsman with a “go bag” by the foot of the bed are long past. But, at least I have the experience of four previous trips to Rome, one of them when I lived there for a while. Then too, there is the not-inconsequential bonus of having son who’s lived in Rome for the last 15 years and whose wife was born there.

MikeBo's -Junior and Senior

   This trip, I’m catching an Alitalia flight, LA non-stop to Rome. I think I’ve voiced my unhappinessLufthansa when I read that Pope Francis flies Alitalia. I read that and recalled the super efficiency and service of the Vatican Post office. I mailed a handful of postcards at the gift shop in Piazza San Pietro, and they beat me back to the states by a month, not the other way around, as is normal. So, I thought to myself that if the same angels that carry air mail from Rome are handling Alitalia flights with The Holy Father across the Atlantic, I will be in very good hands. Of course, I remembered only after Laura booked my ticket and we paid for it, that Fiumicino Airport had been strike-bound when I landed in Rome the last time. I had to walk more than a mile from the terminal to meet Mike and Laura because the roads in and out of the airport were blocked by a picket line. No worries, though. The Rome newspapers always publish the local union strike schedules, and, Italians being Italians manage to coordinate their labor actions so that the public is not too terribly inconvenienced.   

at US carriers in other posts so I won’t dwell on the subject. But the European air carriers are still the symbols of a nation’s pride, not just a cash cow for corporate types. I was swayed away from my usual choice of

  Italy is a very popular destination for Americans, who already have strong family ties to “the old country.” Not only that, but Italians have a great way of making a visitor feel welcome. Granted, their innate hospitality is stretched a bit these days by all those folks fleeing death and devastation in North Africa and the Middle East. But, I’ve always felt right at home – in Rome. Just like I feel at home in San Francisco or New York City.  They are big towns with great neighborhoods.

Metro Madonna - Bella Alba

 www.citywonders.com). They offer tours in just about every city in Europe. Their prices are competitive and you can avoid the long lines at the most popular attractions. As for getting around the city, when I’m not catching a ride with Mike or Laura, I head for the nearest bus stop or Metro station. Imagine my surprise when a friend sent me a picture from one of the subway stations, and Alba’s face was on one of the ad posters. She manages the gift shop at the Basilica San Clemente and the Capuchin ‘Bone Chapel’. I met her during one of Mike’s tours in Rome last time, and we’ve been sending messages back and forth on Facebook ever since. I’ll talk more about Alba in future postings of Rome Diary II.

My handy travel hints include a phone call to your bank. There are a couple of reasons for that. For

Don't Leave Home
 Without It! 

one you should let the bank know where you are going, so they don’t start picking up your charges in faraway places and cancel your ATM and credit cards. Another good thing is to order local currency to put in your wallet before you leave the U.S. That’ll save you the time and expense of converting US dollars into Euros as you travel. I’ll take along a few travelers’ checks, as a backup. But these days, in an era of interstellar on-line banking, you can simply trot over to a nearby ATM and get Euros the same way that the Italians do. For sightseeing, I suggest the company that Mike works for, City Wonders (

  Right next to your passport, on the table where you are putting things to take on your trip, you will need two small books. The first is Rick Steves’ pocket Italian phrase book and dictionary. The other is Beppe Severgnini’s La Bella Figura – A Field Guide to the Italian Mind. You should study both of them before you head for the airport.

  Buon Viaggio­, Italian for Travelers. If you live in the Sacramento area, you should check it out. At the very least you should have a phrase book. I happen to be a fan of Rick Steves’, the guy on PBS. (No payola involved). Laura bought me La Bella Figura while I was living in Rome last year. It’s funny before you leave for Italy, and, after you’re there for a while – it’s flat-out hysterical. Italians, especially Romans, definitely have a unique approach to life.

Read it on the Plane!

Wherever you go in this world, you should learn at least a few words of your destination’s language. Long before my first visit to Rome, I took Patrizia’s class at the Italian Cultural Center in Sacramento -.

  Severgnini’s primer on the Italian mind covers a wide range of topics. But because Mike is now driving like a native Roman and not a Californian, I paid particular attention to Beppe’s thoughts on Italians behind the wheel. Mike and Laura had already explained that Italian drivers have their own interpretation of the rules of the road. A red light does not necessarily mean STOP. Rather, it means you should take your foot off the gas while you make up your mind whether or not to proceed through the intersection. A stop sign in Italy is like a YIELD sign in America, and a YIELD sign means GO, if there’s no one in your path! Then too, there is Roman highway design to consider. The city thoroughfares were laid out almost 2,000 years before traffic lights were invented, so just about every intersection is controlled by a round-about or traffic circle rather than a light. This leads to some very interesting merging techniques. And, as Severgnini points out in his epilogue – pedestrian crossings are there for decoration only. In a restaurant, you can have a glass of wine with lunch and no one will think you are an alcoholic. Oh yes, and this is important! It’s not in the book. It’s my own observation: the family dog is just that – a member of the family. People in Rome bring their dogs out to dinner with them. Americans go ballistic if they see someone else’s pooch off its leash, and bringing your poodle into a restaurant, “Fuggedahbouddit!” Finally, on this subject, Beppe observes that In Italy, motorists, small children, priests and good-looking women do whatever they want to! I’m certainly down with that.

 Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015

Buon Viaggio, MikeBo!

ROME DIARY 2 Friday July 17, 2015

Partly Cloudy 86°F/30°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

   My travel plans are beginning to look….well….ORGANIZED. Even though I haven’t made this trip in a year and a half, it’s been on my mind ever since I got back from my last trip to Rome, and as

Rome - The Forum by Night

my old pal Giotto di Bondone, the Italian painter and architect said about 700 years ago…

"Roma è la città di echi, la città delle illusioni e la città di desiderio".

 “Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of desire.”  

   But, then an Italian painter and architect would have said that back around 1337. And, whaddayahknow? If he were here today, he’d look around, smile knowingly and say that it’s still true. I’m the type of traveler who starts thinking about the trip for weeks before I get on the plane. Now, that I’m at two weeks before lift-off, I’m starting to pull things together. I’m not packing yet, but I have the single suitcase that I’m checking through out of the closet and I’m gathering the ingredients for it on my dining room table. Since August is Rome’s hottest month, my wardrobe will feature cotton short-sleeve shirts comfy khaki slacks and shorts. August! What was I thinking? Well, I wanted to get back as soon as I could swing it, and that happens to be August. Maybe I can stake out a nice cool catacomb.

  One thing I have NOT done is put together an Italian travel itinerary that locks me in to a set schedule for the whole time I’m there. I just don’t roll that way. On my last trip to Rome, I had planned on a standard two week holiday. But, that two week vacation turned into an almost three month adventure. After imposing on my son and daughter-in-law for three weeks, they helped me get a place of my own for the rest of my stay. That’s when I became a true expatriate, albeit for just a little over a month. To tell the truth, I was even thinking how nice it would be to send for my dog and make a career out of being Italian. But, the harsh realities of long term visas and the fact that my HMO doesn’t operate out of California brought me right back to reality. So, the best I can hope for is a situation where I can make these extended visits.

  Based on my experiences with international travel, I usually recommend a structured tour for first time travelers. A typical Italian vacation can start in Rome and proceed from the heel up to the Swiss border and beyond: Rome, Florence, Pisa, Sienna, Cinque Terre, and Bologna, Milano and Venice and a wide assortment of other destinations. That’s the most expensive way. For other trips, I suggest a more flexible, independent plan where you book your tours or hire a guide as you go. I’ll be writing more about those “how-to’s” as I travel around Italy on this trip. For now, I just wanted warn everyone in my path that I’m coming back. Oh! Did I mention I'm flying Alitalia? That's what the Pope flies. Non-stop from LA to Roma on angels' wings.

   And what a huge difference in my attitude this time. Two years ago, I was. really feeling very incapacitated by some serious health issues, but thanks to a lot of hard work on the part of my new doctors along with my own determination to get well, I’m literally back on my feet. The biggest contributor in the upsurge in my once youthful vigor was the right shoulder joint replacement that Dr. Sodl did on me back in March. As we looked at the X-rays together during my last checkup, he whistled and chirped, “This is the best one of these that I’ve ever done.” I was pretty tickled myself, and I was quick to share my feelings with him. “Doctor, I’m thrilled to hear you say how happy YOU are with the outcome. I’m very pleased! No more pain. Lots of gain.  I’d much rather hear you say that, than OOPS!”

 

Laura, MikeBo, Michael

Mike and Laura are already talking to me about things do when I return. Laura has already added a visit to Venice to the travel plan. We can take the high-speed train from Rome and be there in just a few hours. Then there’s Paestum, an ancient city in the far south which boasts some spectacular Greek temple ruins. Of course, a traveller could spend a life time just in Rome and never see the same historical attraction twice, but I will want to visit the Galleria Borghese again. And, I want to see Michelangelo’s David. The masterpiece was on tour the last time I was there. And, since Michael is playing in a new band called No Funny Stuff, I can get out on the town and go listen to them play.  Oh, and one nice thing about having an expatriate son who is not only a musician but a professional tour guide, is that I can tag along with him at work, and take any one of an assortment of tours of Rome. Mike works for a company called City Wonders, (Subtle Plug!) which is a good name for any traveler to Europe to keep in mind. I have no set schedule. We Botula’s tend to do a lot of ad-libbing when we travel.

  I’m also thinking about a couple of European side trips. One of my old girl friends from my teen years now lives in Amsterdam. Not having seen Joan in about 50 years, and never having been in Amsterdam, I’m keen to make that trip. And, somewhere along the way…and this is a biggie! My

More Botulas: Jiri, Jeffrey, Jiri Sr.

cousin Bernie’s grandson, Jeff has just returned from the Czech Republic where he met some distant relatives; a father and son also named Botula. I’ve always wanted to visit Czechoslovakia where my grandfather came from. And this may be my chance.

  Each time I visit, I seem to want to stay longer. Maybe I could become a full time expatriate like my son, Michael. Junior grew up in Southern California, but when he went to London after high school in 1999 to work as a musician and sound engineer he met a pretty girl in Rome, and now, Laura is his wife. This trip will also help take my mind off the move my daughter and her family has just made. Her whole kit and caboodle has up and moved to TEXAS. Thank goodness for Skype, but I’d rather go back to Italy. Why Rome? Well let me share a short quote from Mary Platt Parmele’s 1908 book A Short History of Rome and Northern Italy:  “Rome did not lay the cornerstone of modern civilization. She IS its cornerstone.”

See you on the road! I’ll be blogging and posting on Facebook et al.

So, more Rome Diary 2's coming up soon!

Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015

What were you doing on July 8, 1944?

“LOST MUSKET DIARY” Wednesday July 8, 2015

Partly Cloudy 75°F/24°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

  Now that I am firmly ensconced in the researching and writing for my personal history project, my brain - today at least - is firmly nestled in the war year of July 8, 1944. Then, it was a Saturday.

LST 920 - First Time at Sea 1944

The main reason for this is my chronicle about my father’s adventures in World War II. I’ve been tracking him from the day he got his Navy commission in 1943 right up until his return from the war in December, 1945. The reasons I’m doing this are varied and numerous. But, as an old newsman, I think I know a good story when I see one. And, I see a good story here. The fact that it involves my own father is a huge bonus. My kids, grand-kids and our cousins are hanging on every word I write. Charlie Botula was part of their family history, too. But, Charlie’s story is also the story of a lot of other families who had sons and daughters, husbands and wives, aunts and uncles and cousins and friends who went off to make the world safe for democracy in World War II. Sounds noble, perhaps, but I’m mostly curious.

   On July 8^th, 1944, my dad’s ship, LST 920 had just been commissioned. I actually remember that, because I was there at Hingham, Massachusetts three weeks before with my mother for the top-deck

Commissioning-June 17, 1944

ceremony. By July 8th, LST 920 was cruising around Chesapeake Bay on its “shakedown” cruise, practicing beach landings at Cornfield Harbor, Maryland. It was part of the education for the crew of ex-landlubbers in the fine art of invading enemy shores. And it wouldn’t be too long before they would be doing the real thing.

   But, as I did my morning reading of the old ship’s log, I got to wondering what else was going on that day. Interesting stuff popped onto my screen, when I Googled July 8, 1944:

   The Chicago Tribune was reporting that President Roosevelt had sketched a gloomy picture of the war in China, but did tell reporters that the Japanese have stretched their supply lines dangerously thin elsewhere.

  The White House Visitor’s Log noted a busy day for President Roosevelt. He wheeled into the Oval Office at 11:15 a.m. for his first meeting, with Secretary of State Cordell Hull. Fifteen minutes later, he ushered General Charles de Gaulle into his office for a meeting that lasted almost two hours. (I was thinking how I would have loved being a “fly on the wall” for that meeting). FDR and Charles de Gaulle were giants in that era. At 12:55 p.m. FDR welcomed Medal of Honor Recipient Sergeant Charles E. Kelly and two others into the Oval Office for a chat. Kelly, who was from my own father’s home town of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, was the legendary “Commando Kelly” of World War 2 fame. He earned the Medal of Honor saving his unit in vicious combat in Italy, killing 40 of the enemy in the process.

Eleanor, Anna Roosevelt and John Jr.

A short time later after saying goodbye to Sergeant Kelly, FDR left the office and met his daughter Anna for a picnic on the White House lawn under a nearby magnolia tree. The White House log doesn’t say whether or not Anna brought FDR’s young grandson, John Boettiger, Jr. with her, but I’d wager that she did. FDR was above all, a family man.

Ann Frank

  While my dad was practicing invasion landings on that Maryland beach, the war in France was moving more and more inland from the English Channel. The British, under Field Marshal Bernard Montgomery, the hero of El Alamein, had launched Operation Charnwood, a new offensive centering on Caen. A full month after D-Day and fighting in Normandy was heavy.

  And, in the Netherlands, a young girl named Ann Frank wrote in her diary that on that very afternoon, a member of their family had received a "call-up" from the SS. The “call up” meant imminent deportation to a Nazi death camp. Ann details her family’s activities as they got ready to go into hiding.

  This all turned into an interesting digression for this writer. I had originally planned on spending this day focusing just on what my dad was doing 71 years ago today. But, then, curiosity got the better of me.  

Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015

Happy Birthday, Uncle Sam! You’re 239 Years Young

“LOST MUSKET DIARY” Saturday July 4, 2015

Cloudy 63°F/17°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

"Thar she goes" Thomas Hart Benton

   This year, my Fourth of July celebration will be in the tranquil zone. Retirement communities tend toward the quiet side anyway. Plus, Dana, Jason and the kids – Jacob, Jessica, Jordan and Jaydan are now firmly planted in Texas, a place that I prefer just to fly over. No, I’ll probably join some of my neighbors by the pool and chatter on about the “Good Old Days,” with some good folks who are even older than me. I also plan on digging back in to my long term project. No, I’m not just reading a book.  I’m writing one. And, as I got to thinking about this Independence Day, I began to think about another July 4^th some 70 years ago. With that, I said a quiet prayer of thanks that Don Reed suggested that I get a copy of the log book from my father’s ship from the National Archives. That’s what brings me the material for today’s blog: the July 4^th my father observed back in 1944. No mere fireworks that day. They were using real ordnance back then.

Ensign Don Reed 1944

I’ve been referring to the LST 920’s ships log frequently ever since the FedEx guy dropped all six pounds of it on my doorstep ten years ago. “You’ll get a kick out of it,” Reed said. “It’s mostly course headings and navigation coordinates, but, as Executive Officer, your dad had to sign every page to make sure the other officers were doing their job, before the Captain reviewed it. Don was right. I had ordered only the period between June 17, 1944 and January 1, 1945 because I was focusing on the U boat attack on his convoy in August 1944. First thing I had to do was get the document copied and re-sized so it would fit in a regular 3-ring binder. Have you ever tried to get the guy at Kinko’s to Xerox 350 pages of anything where each page is stamped “U.S. NAVY: SECRET” and “CONFIDENTIAL: U.S. NAVY DOCUMENT” in big blog letters on every page? Fun stuff! But, I did it.

               So, this year as I while away the holiday at the Old Folks home, I let my mind wander back 0000 hours 4 July 1944. Ensign Harold H. Willcox, USNR who is about to by relieved by Ensign John Waters, USNR, notes in the LST 920's ship’s log:

Anchored in Cornfield Harbor, MD in berth Able 4.  Twenty fathoms of chain on deck. Anchor tending up and down, slight strain. Bearings checked every half hour and recorded in Bearing Book, hourly. All secure about the ship and bearings checked every half hour.

At 0400 Willcox is relieved by Waters as Officer of the Deck, and the beat goes on. I think to myself

Ensign John Waters

that having read every single page of this logbook, I’m beginning to feel like a member of the crew. (But, I know better than to think I’d be an officer. That’s my dad’s job. [“Sailor! Don’t ever forget!  You SALUTE when you see an officer! EVERY TIME, DAMMIT!” And, I would quickly snap to attention and muster up the snappiest salute in my life. “YES SIR, DAD, SIR!”]

Lieutenant "Dad"

  Cornfield Harbor is along a peninsula in Maryland that juts into Chesapeake Bay at the confluence of the Potomac River, not far from Washington, D.C., just north of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. During the war it was used by the Navy to practice amphibious landings. FDR could almost follow the action from his window at the White House. It was pretty isolated then. The bridge wasn’t built until the 1950s. So, dad and the crew spent the day trying to imitate a beached whale, along with LST 1001 and a few others, playing war games. I would imagine that, if the Germans had ever gotten lucky enough to invade that part of the east coast, the local Maryland and Virginia residents would have yawned and written the whole deal off as the US Navy, practicing again.

  On the chance that you don’t know how an LST works, here’s the deal: The Landing Ship Tank is really pretty much like 328 feet of vehicle tunnel with bow doors and a ramp at the bow with a big anchor attached to a thousand feet of chain at the stern. My dad and his crew of landlubbers from the coal country of Pennsylvania and West Virginia were spending this Fourth of July learning the tricks of the trade that they would need at Utah Beach.  So, as the ship approached the beach, she’d drop anchor just off shore and continue on to the beach, reeling out chain as she went. When the ship hit the beach, engines would stop, the bow doors would open, the ramp would be lowered, and the trucks, tanks and troops on board would “hit the beach.” Once that was done, the LST 920 would power up and winch itself back off the beach and head back to port for another load. Landing exercises, fire drills, equipment repairs and adjustments-the crew of the LST 920 had a busy day. No mention of picnics or cold beer or fireworks at this beach party.

Family Portrait

              In fact, this would pretty much be the ship’s routine for the next several weeks, getting ready to join the war. There would be more “shaking down” for the ship and its crew before picking up a secret cargo to be divided between the 920 and its sister ship the LST 921. These would be busy days before joining their convoy off Nova Scotia and making the long, monotonous journey across the North Atlantic. (Day after day, log entries note the presence of LST 702 being dead ahead in the convoy formation).  For the men aboard ship it would be a long year and many new adventures ahead before they returned to their families. And for some, there would be no homecoming. That’s why, on national holidays like this, while everyone around me is partying, I always take a moment to remind myself and the people around me that the reason that we can enjoy the holiday and the freedom of America today is because a lot of other Americans spent their Fourth of July fighting to defend it.

Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015

Oh No! Not Another @#%&@# Neck Tie!

 “LOST MUSKET DIARY” Sunday June 21, 2015

Cloudy Followed by Sunshine- High 85°F/29°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

Happy Dad's Day, Me!
with Jordan and Jaydan

   Puh-leeze! Spare me the ugly tie! AND… the socks, the golf tees, and the new bowling ball. (I haven’t even bowled in this century), or the ski wax, or that DVD of Sinatra’s Greatest Hits! I’ve already gotten my Father’s Day present. In fact, I have had it for years. It’s something I’ve shared for ages with my late wife, Donna. My first Father’s Day gift came into my life on May 29, 1969-just a few days after a man first set foot on the moon. My Father’s Day gifts all have names: Dana Lynne, Michael, Joshua, Jacob, Jessie Lynne, Jordan and Jaydan. Now, I despise the idea of celebrating Father’s Day

Mikey, Donna and Dana

gumming my way through the Senior Citizen Special at Denny’s. My idea of a great Father’s Day gift is raising great kids…..and grand-kids. In this category, I am wealthy beyond King Midas’ wildest expectations.

   So, today is Father’s Day! A holiday I’ve been celebrating for forty-six years! My anniversary as a familial propagator. (I know my daughter will blush because I just gave away her age, and women don’t like guys who snitch them off like that). But, the fact of the matter is that forty-six years ago today I first heard the words,  Happy Father’s Day, Mike! And, to compound matters, I am also rejoicing in my twenty-second year as a Grandfather. So, I’m the one who’s entitled to celebrate. Not the other way around.

Numero Uno - Dana Lynne

   A long time ago some money-grubbing marketing guys saw how Mother’s Day and Christmas and Kwanzaa and Eid and Chanukah boosted the bottom lines of the world’s peddlers of stuff and provided still more sustenance for the thrift shops and landfill sites of the world, and invented – Father’s Day! So while other families drag their geezers into overcrowded restaurants and shower him with bad neckties, shirts, golf balls and tees, fishing tackle and Lawrence Welk records for the next donation to Goodwill, I’m just going to enjoy the Father’s Day present I started receiving many years ago – my kids! I’m not going to sit in my rocking chair with a shawl around my shoulders sucking on a lemon and telling stories of Oh Mein Papa! Nope! I’m gonna share my Father’s Day gift by showing you a bunch of baby pictures of the very kids that made ME a father and a grandfather. How’s that for turning the tables on the bad necktie brigade.

Dana at One!

First, there’s the Senior Kid, my daughter Dana Lynne. She started life as a frail, colicky little thing weighing just five pounds. Early on being so frail and sickly, she caused enough worry and anxiety for Donna and me to last a lifetime. But, she went on to thrive and eventually grew to be a teenager. That’s when our worries and anxieties really began.

  Junior kid is Michael Stephen. Donna picked his name. Now, Stephen is a name that does not exist in either my late wife’s family, or mine. Donna drew the line at naming our son after me. “I just don’t want our son to go through his entire life being called, “Junior,” she said. So she made up a middle name for him. Michael Stephen Botula! Donna was right, of course! No one calls him Junior. Nope! Practically all of his life he has been called Mikey! Hey Mikey! To this day, (and he just

"Hey, Mikey!"

turned 42), I have to check the spelling on his birth certificate to make sure Stephen has a “ph” in the middle, and not a “v.”

   Right around this time of year, when the first commercials for Father’s Day start blaring out of the TV, I’m prompted to think back on prior years of my fatherhood. My first Father’s Day came just a few weeks after Dana was born, and with her health being what it was, we were worrying that we might not be celebrating it a year hence. But, she came through and she grew into a healthy and beautiful little girl. Five years later, young Michael Stephen joined the family. By then, we had moved up from our mobile home into our first house, where we raised two young native Californians. Even with the five year age difference, Mike and Dana are very close. And, in spite of the geographical distances that have separated all of us from time to time over the years, we are a very close-knit family.

"The GREEN wire, Joshua!"

Jacob and Jessica

Eventually, Dana grew up, married, and began presenting Donna and I with grandchildren. Our first grandson is Joshua, now 22 and a U.S. Marine, who just told me in a phone conversation that he’s in training to be a bomb disposal technician. You know what that is, Grandpa! He said to me, that’s the guy on TV that wears a big suit of blast armor who always winds up cutting the right wire, the GREEN WIRE!  Hey! What can I tell you? He’s a MARINE, not a little kid anymore. There was a long hiatus in the Procreation Game in Dana’s life. After she married Jason, they started their own family. Now I have five grandkids. 

Jacob is nine. Jessica is eight. After a few years went by, they were expecting again. And then, another miracle happened –TWINS! During the first few days in the hospital nursery, the girls were tagged “A” and “B.” “Baby A” became Jordan and “Baby B” became Jaydan.

My dad-Charlie Botula

   So, THAT, gentle reader is my Father’s Day story. No neckties, no shirts, no new bowling ball, just a whole bunch of smiling little faces. That is the best present a guy could get on Father’s Day!

  And, I know that my own dad, Charlie Botula, would approve this message!

Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015

A D-Day Story: Winston Churchill's Bright Idea!

“LOST MUSKET DIARY” Saturday June 6, 2015

Low Clouds, then Sunny and Warmer 74°F/23°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

   Just before General Dwight Eisenhower gave the final order to launch Operation Overlord 71 years ago today, Prime Minister Winston Churchill turned to him and said, It appears that the destinies of

Churchill

two great empires seem to be tied up in some God-damned things called LSTs! Were that to be said today about some impending military offensive like Operation Desert Storm in the Middle East, that pithy phrase – in spite of being uttered by a world statesman of Churchill’s caliber – would be meaningless. But on June 6, 1944 both Eisenhower and Churchill knew that the outcome of the largest military offensive in human history depended on the long, squat amphibious cargo haulers that would deliver the troops and their weapons and supplies to the shore of Hitler’s Festung Europa. In today’s world of global commerce, we marvel at the supertankers and the giant container ships that carry the world’s energy supplies and our food and merchandise from their sources to the destinations where they are needed. 

Dad's LST at Normandy

The Landing Ships of World War 2 were their ancestors. Now, if you are wondering why I’ve chosen to write about such an arcane bit of naval weapon to commemorate the 71^st anniversary of D-Day, it’s simple. My dad used to drive one – the LST 920. He was the ship’s second-in-command.

   The largest of the World War 2 landing ships, the LST for Landing Ship, Tank, was little more than 300 feet long with an interior deck that ran the full length of the ship, from the watertight gull wing doors and vehicle ramp at the bow, all the way back to the stern which carried a huge anchor attached to a winch by a thousand feet of steel cable. The LST’s mission in the operation was to steam onto the beach with its cargo of tanks,

Lt (jg) Charles Botula, Jr

trucks, jeeps and troops along with their fuel, ammunition and supplies, open the front doors, lower the ramp and enable the troops and other cargo to join the battle. Then the ship and its crew would wait until the next high tide so it could back off the invasion beach and sail back to its base for another load. The Allies used a variety of landing ship types in their operations around the world in World War 2. The craft came in a variety of shapes and sizes, each with a specific mission. Small landing craft like LCVP’s carried troops and small vehicles, like jeeps. LCI’s were designed to land infantry and used twin ramps at the bow so their troops could exit the ship quickly in battle. Other LCI’s were fitted with batteries of rocket launchers. While an LST could carry a whole column of tanks on its lower deck, an LCT was a smaller version that carried a smaller number of heavy vehicles.

               The genesis of these amphibious weapons of war can be traced back to the disastrous 1915 Gallipoli campaign of World War 1; and the need for them was emphasized almost 20 years later during the early months of World War 2 at the Battle of Dunkirk in 1940. Winston Churchill was a key figure in both of those historic events. As First Lord of the Admiralty during the First World War, Churchill played a key role in what became known as The Dardanelles Campaign, which was carried out to secure the sea route between the Aegean and Black Seas, the maritime route from the Mediterranean to the Russian Empire through what is now Istanbul, Turkey. Following the Allied invasion and eight months of intense fighting, the Gallipoli Campaign ended in a disaster for the Allies and the biggest victory of the war for the Ottoman Turks, with over 100,000 dead on both sides. For his part, Churchill laid part of the blame for the Allied failure at Gallipoli on the Allies inability to land large numbers of troops and materiél on shore quickly and in sufficient amount in a seaborne invasion. A similar lesson for the Allies played out in the early days of World War 2 at the Battle of Dunkirk. By then, Churchill was Prime Minister and Britain was staring at impending defeat in the face of the Nazi onslaught across Europe.

LST 920 En Route to Normandy

               At Dunkirk in late May 1940, the Allied Expeditionary had been pushed back through France to the Channel coast by the advancing Wehrmacht. Before they could be pushed into the sea, Churchill rallied the nation which responded by sending an armada of boats and ships to the French coast and rescued over 330,000 British and Allied troops. While a victory was snatched from the jaws of defeat by Churchill and his embattled countrymen, the Allies had to leave the bulk of their arms, ammunition, vehicles and other equipment behind when they evacuated. What the British could not take or destroy, the Germans captured and made good use of as the war played out. No wonder that, in his earliest meetings with President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Churchill sought not only the immediate assistance that was desperately needed to keep the Nazi wolf from John Bull’s door, but he also discussed longer range plans aimed at the ultimate defeat of the Axis menace. Among the tools he requested was a ship that could carry large numbers of troops and their vehicles, including tanks and artillery along with all of their equipment and supplies, land them on enemy beaches, or where necessary, evacuate them quickly. The idea for the LST, the very ship that my own father served aboard during the war, was born.  And so, in December 1942, a few days following the anniversary of the Pearl Harbor attack, HMS Boxer came into service in the Royal Navy. Its builders were the same company that built RMS Titanic, Harland and Wolf Heavy Industries of Belfast, Northern Ireland. By the time that the D-Day invasion at Normandy took place in June 1944, more than a thousand LSTs and hundreds of others landing craft of all types and sizes had been put into World War 2 service.

First Time at Sea - LST 920 1944

   My father’s ship, LST 920 was commissioned ten days after D-Day, and had been painted in Pacific Theater camouflage colors, when suddenly, its Captain received new orders, the paint scheme was changed overnight to North Atlantic Gray and it joined a convoy bound for Britain. It arrived at Normandy in early September carrying out support missions for the next six months.

Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015

On the Road Again, Soon!

ROME DIARY 2 Friday June 5, 2015

Mostly Cloudy 72°F/22°C in Rancho Santa Margarita

Buongiorno,

   OK, then! We’re back. I’ve dug through all the stuff in my desk and found my passport with my baby picture on it. Laura has made my reservations on Alitalia. Liliana will keep an eye on Lola while I’m traveling. So, in a few weeks, it’s Buon Viaggio! This geezer is Roma-bound!  Ah, Rome!

Il Colosseo!

"Roma è la città di echi, la città delle illusioni e la città di desiderio".

 “Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.”  

So wrote Giotto di Bondone, the Italian painter and architect back around 1337. Ah, it seems like only yesterday. By the way, did I mention that August is the hottest month of the year in the Eternal City? According to my local sources it’s kind of like downtown Bakersfield, California on the 4^th of July, and most local Romans are “on holiday” elsewhere during August. Even the Pope heads out of town to Castel Gandolfo. So, why would I want to admit a potential travel blunder at this particular moment? Why? Because I should have posted this story yesterday, on the fourth of June, that’s why! I was writing a special blog piece for Sunday commemorating the 71^st anniversary of the Allies invasion at Normandy when I remembered another story about a big day in World War 2, and when I looked it up; I realized I had missed another anniversary by a full day; the 71^st anniversary of the fall of Rome to the Allies on June 4^th 1944.

General Mark W Clark

And that, gentle reader is why everybody remembers General Dwight David Eisenhower, and hardly anybody knows who General Mark Wayne Clark is. It was all in the timing. If History’s master time-piece had run differently, Mark Clark would have maybe become President of the United States and gone down in history, and Dwight Eisenhower would have joined Ambrose Burnside on history’s long list of obscure generals.

Look at the timeline:

June 4, 1944: Rome falls to the Allies led by Gen. Mark Clark

June 6, 1944: Operation Overlord begins. Allies launch D-Day Invasion at Normandy, France under Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower.

  Get the picture? General Mark Wayne Clark misses his moment of immortality by TWO DAYS. Seventy-one years later this reporter misses the anniversary by one day. Poor Mark Clark! As Marlon Brandon mumbled in Slaughter on Tenth Avenue, “He coulda been a contenduh!” But, such are the quirks of history.

  I’m looking forward to going back. Each time I visit, I seem to want to stay longer. Maybe I could become a full time expatriate like my son, Michael. Junior grew up in Southern California, but when he went to London after high school in 1999 to work as a musician and sound engineer he met a pretty girl in Rome, and now, Laura is his wife. This trip will also help take my mind off the move my daughter and her family are making soon. Her whole kit and caboodle is up and moving to TEXAS, by G*D! Thank goodness for Skype, but I’d rather go back to Italy. Why Rome? Well let me share a short quote from Mary Platt Parmele’s 1908 book A Short History of Rome and Northern Italy:  “Rome did not lay the cornerstone of modern civilization. She IS its cornerstone.”

  

Not THAT X-ray again!

Now that I’ve pretty well recovered from my shoulder joint replacement surgery, I’m thinking outside the box again. Mike and Laura and I are already talking about things I can do when I return. Laura is already checking on a visit to Venice, which I missed the last time. We can take the high-speed train from Rome and be there in just a few hours. Then there’s Paestum, an ancient city in the far south which boasts some spectacular Greek temple ruins. Of course, a traveller could spend a life time just in Rome and never see the same historical attraction twice, but I will want to visit the Galleria Borghese again. And, I want to see Michelangelo’s David. The masterpiece was on tour the last time I was there. And, since Michael is playing in a new band called No Funny Stuff, I can get out on the town and go listen to them play.  Oh, and one nice thing about having an expatriate son who is not only a musician but a

Ancient Paestum

professional tour guide, is that I can tag along with him at work, and take any one of an assortment of tours of Rome. He works for a company called City Wonders, (Insert subtle Plug!) which is a good name for any traveler to Europe to keep in mind. Since I got such a nice response to my Facebook postings on my last trip, I’ll blog as I go along on this one and will make an effort to include more pictures amidst the travel tips I pass along. So, more Rome Diary 2s coming up soon.

Ciao,

MikeBo

©Mike Botula 2015