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At the present time {2010} I am happily retired. Although I worked until the age of 72 I had to ask to be retired. My work at The Massachusetts Institute of Technology was the electro-mechanical design of ten PLASMA PROBES and an INTER-GALACTIC GAMMA RAY TELESCOPE. These instruments were placed on various Spacecraft and their findings telemetered back to earth. After twenty years at M I T political problems caused my early retirement. I spent the next three years Job Shopping,checking to see if Industry was that different from Acadamia. I was then asked to work at AVCO- later named Textron. This company had a contract to design and build the MX MISSILE. My job assignment was to design THE DEPLOYMENT MODULE ELECTRONICS. {D M E } This assignment was the most interesting of my career.The D M E design was the most challenging to me. The D M E was the first unit that was to fly in space pressurized. Another interesting design was the POWER DISTRIBUTION AND SIGNAL CONDITIONING {PDSC} which was a special device in the reentry vehicle.
The Salute of a Salior
By Kevin Cullen
Boston Globe
When he was 19 years old, Dan Galvin joined the Navy because he wanted to see the world. A year later, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and he got to see the world at war.
He was 21, aboard the USS Quincy, when she sailed into the Battle of Guadalcanal. Sometime after midnight, as August 8th turned into August 9th, the Quincy and two other cruisers, the USS Vincennes and the USS Astoria, were sailing off Savo Island. Galvin was at his battle station in Sky Forward, atop the ship, when he saw something in the darkness.
He realized they were Japanese warships just as the sky exploded.
"Their first salvos were star shells," he said. They illuminate the target.
The eerie beauty of the star shells gave way to deafening shelling. Everything around Dan Galvin exploded. The bridge blew up and he knew his captain was dead. He slid down the ladder from Sky Forward. Torpedoes slammed into the hull.
Something hit me in the chest. It was pitch black. I didn't know what the hell it was. But I grabbed hold of it. It was a life preserver. Somebody was handing them out, and I got one, by chance."
Within minutes, the ship was listing 45 degrees. Then she rolled over. Dan Galvin, a kid from Melrose, was running down the hull on the starboard side, hearing his feet ping on the metal.
"I was probably the last guy off," he said.
The Quincy sank in less than 10 minutes. The Vincennes and the Astoria were sunk, too.
It was Clyde Bolton, a friend from Concord, N.H., bobbing in the water.
"Come over here! " Clyde Bolton yelled.
"You come over here," Dan Galvin yelled back as he struggled to stay afloat.
They were no more than 50 feet away from each other in the water, and before you knew it, Clyde Bolton, badly burned, slipped beneath the surface.
It was dawn and Dan Galvin had been in the water for five hours before he struggled up a rope ladder onto the USS Ellet. He was so exhausted, his clothes so waterlogged, that he had to be dragged the last few feet. He was numb even before he found out that nearly half of the 800 men on the Quincy were killed.
He learned that an admiral had abandoned them, that an Allied vessel had failed to warn them of the seven approaching Japanese ships. The American ships didn't have torpedoes. The sailors didn't have dog tags. They were a peacetime Navy caught in a war.
Dan Galvin survived the war. He went on to marry, raise five kids, and have a good career, a good life.
And yet, a piece of him is still bobbing in the South Pacific.
"That post-traumatic stress, I don't think I had that. But I had guilt. Survivor's guilt, whatever you want to call it. I shouldn't be here."
Clyde Bolton got the ship job Galvin had wanted. And Bolton died. Ralph Beebe took the job below deck that Galvin had turned down. And died. Dan Galvin floated with a life preserver while men sank around him.
"I should have gone over to Clyde when he called me," he said, sitting at his kitchen table in Hanover, looking out the window at a memory. "I think about him every day. I wish I swam over to him."
Yesterday, 67 years to the day that Dan Galvin lived while so many around him died, he did what he does every Aug. 9. He put on his sailor's uniform from 1942, and he stepped onto his front porch, and he read the names of each of the 389 men who went down with the Quincy.
Sometimes he gets through the list without crying. But every year it gets harder." I worry,"Dan Galvin said. "I worry that when I'm gone, no one will remember these men."
