I was just "sweeping" through a couple of hundred emails, when I realized that I never replied to this one.

Sorry, but I don't remember Jim Anderson, Klingsize, or Keys. I was on the Warbler for 2 1/2 years prior to Dec., 1958. At that time, they put me on an MSO bound for the states, so I could be discharged out of Long Beach in Jan. 1959.

  knew of Capt. Elfeldt (sp?) as the capt. of one of the other MSCs in our group. Capt. Morgan was capt. of the Warbler the whole time I was aboard, and he was also the "Commodore" of the fleet of 8 MSCs. Ensign Schlirf was also aboard during my time, in charge of the engine crew.

 Out of curiosity, I recall seeing awhile back that a former officer wrote a book that included the incident where the Warbler found one of our airplanes that blew up and crashed in the ocean shortly after takeoff. I'm interested, because I was the Sonarman who detected the wreckage and directed the UDT team directly over the site.

 It was actually a kind of strange story because all of the sweepers had repeatedly covered a large grid where it was believed that the plane fell into the ocean; but there were no contacts. We had four sonarmen aboard the Warbler then, but the Capt. wanted me on the helm for all GQ and special situations (like refueling at sea and navigating the Shimonoseki Straights). So I hadn't taken a turn on the sonar stack yet.

 We were finishing up the operation without success when I did take a turn on the stack. As usual, whenever I operated the sonar, I tuned it. As I recall, there were some 42 steps involved in the tuning process (adjustments, calibrations, etc.). Then, as I was operating, I saw what I thought had to be the airplane, and reported it to Capt. Morgan on the bridge. He told me it was impossible because we had already thoroughly covered this particular area with several sweeps.

 I told him that if this wasn't it, nothing could be, and ended up arguing with the Capt. until he came down to look for himself -- I convinced him, then directed the UDT team to the site, and when they went straight down, they found the plane, recovered the three bodies and some kind of secret papers being carried on the flight.

Other MSCs came around but still no one could see the wreckage, so they wheeled me over to one of them on a boatswains chair. When I tuned up their sonar stack, you could see the plane loud and clear! The Captain was so happy, he actually made me "man of the month." You would have to know Capt. Morgan to appreciate the significance of that. I sent the letter home to my Mom, but over the years it was lost.

 My Dad died suddenly when I was in my mid teens. He never said much but he did tell me one time that "if you're going to do a job, do it right." I tried to live by that, which was why I made a point of tuning up the sonar before operating it. (What musician doesn't know that?)

Anyway, the lesson I learned from that was valuable; and I also learned that I was the only sonarman in the whole mine fleet, who tuned up the stack before operating.

 Keep up the good work Paul. You've created quite a site.

 Bill Senteney