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By EDITH A.M. POND
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On December 7, 1941. Reverend Raymond Charles Hohenstein, wounded during the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, was carried, bleeding, off the USS California before conducting Sunday services. The next day, a friend of his, finding his cabin still above water, was able to rescue his Bible and the papers he had been working on when the attack took place, including the sermon he had planned. On December 7. 1980. 2028 Sundays later, at the National Convention of the Pearl Harbor Survivors Association in Orlando. Florida, Reverend Hohenstein delivered that sermon.
His congregation were men and women who, having been on active service with American military forces on the island of Oahu or within the three-mile limit between the hours of 7:55 and 9:45 on the morning of December 7, 1941, and received honorable discharges, gathered with their spouses, their children, their guests, and their fellow survivors at the Sheraton Twin Towers Hotel in Orlando to celebrate the 39th anniversary of the attack. There was a Catholic Mass in the Osceola Room, celebrated by our Catholic chaplain. Fr. Marcus Valenta. and the Protestant service was in the Lake Room, where 1 know there was at least one man who had been on the California during the attack and preparing to attend the services when he saw the wounded preacher being taken off the ship.
It was a sermon of advice intended for 18-year old sailors away from home for the first time in their lives. For them, in 1941, the launching of a battleship like the California was the occasion of blinding flashbulbs, coverage by newsreel photographers, coverage by such picture magazines as LIFE and LOOK and layouts in the Sunday supplements of national newspapers.
In 1980, many PHSA conventioneers arrived a few days before the official beginning of the convention to watch the launch of Cape Canaveral of Intelsat V on an Atlas-Centaur vehicle. I remember 1941, when ‘‘Mairzy Doats" made more sense to me than an "Intelsat Five on an Atlas-Centaur Vehicle” would have.
The launch was scheduled for the evening of December 4, but five busloads of us left the hotel before noon for what was advertised as the 60-minute drive to the Cape, to allow time for lunch and
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