A survivor now reunited with shipmates 63 years after tragedy

When the submarine USS Ohio surfaced at sea and Machinist Mate 1st Class Jason Witty emerged from the hatch, he saw calm water under a peaceful sky – perfect for the solemn task he was about to perform.

On the map, the Ohio was afloat in just another indistinguishable expanse of the Pacific Ocean. As Witty stood on deck holding a silver pitcher, the vessel was alone.

Just like the ill-fated USS Indianapolis, 63 years earlier.

The pitcher contained the ashes of Witty's grandfather, Boatswain Mate 2nd Class Eugene Morgan, who had survived the sinking of the Indianapolis – one of the worst tragedies for the U.S. Navy in World War II.

Morgan had died of a heart attack in June at age 87, just before Witty went to sea, and among his last wishes was the desire to be rejoined with his shipmates at roughly the same spot in the Pacific where the Indianapolis went down.

Witty, sitting in the Ohio at this Japanese port, recounted the Oct. 2 burial at sea.

He had sheepishly asked one of the officers if his grandfather's wish could be granted. Capt. Dennis Carpenter quickly approved.

“I thought it would be an honor,” Carpenter said.

On a secret mission

In July 1945, the Indianapolis had just completed a secret mission to the tiny island of Tinian, carrying components for a new weapon – the atomic bomb. It would later be dropped on Hiroshima.

Because of its cargo, the Indianapolis had sailed to Tinian unescorted. Now, with that mission done, the cruiser was making its way back to Leyte, in the Philippines, with a crew of 1,196 aboard, including Eugene Morgan. Early on July 30, a Japanese submarine found the Indianapolis and launched six torpedoes, two ripping through its starboard side.

It took only 12 minutes for the Indianapolis to sink in the deadliest disaster at sea in U.S. naval history.

Morgan was asleep when the ship exploded into chaos.

“He was in his skivvies,” Witty said. “He was tossed from his rack. There were fires. He got topside and the boat started to capsize.”

Morgan jumped off the port side of the ship.

“At some point, he found some food floating on the surface and swam toward it,” Witty said. “But on the way, he was attacked by a shark.”

It swam away before going in for the kill. For the rest of his life, Morgan carried scars on his backside from the attack.

By the time help arrived five days later, 879 sailors were dead – from drowning, sharks, dehydration, or from injuries. Morgan was one of 317 to survive, floating on makeshift rafts or clinging to each other.

Morgan was eventually saved when Navy seaplanes landed and started to pluck out survivors. Some were hallucinating – they thought they were under attack by the Japanese again – and others were hysterical. Ships also arrived to assist in the rescue.

The Indianapolis itself has never been found.

Telling the story

Morgan, a Seattle firefighter after the war, kept the experience to himself for more than four decades.

Witty, of Puyallup, Wash., joined the Navy right out of high school. Two years later, his grandfather opened up.

“I knew that he was in the war, in the Navy, but he never really talked about it until after my grandmother died,” Witty said. “One day I just got up the courage and he told me the story.”

Once the door was open, Morgan began talking about the tragedy every chance he got. He was a frequent visitor at schools and groups and took part in documentaries to make sure that the story of the Indianapolis would not be forgotten.

Morgan's burial at sea, on Oct. 2, was simple but somber.

Scripture was read, along with a eulogy written by another of Morgan's grandsons, Steven Wilson. Three rifles shots rang out.

Turning to face the sea, Witty held the silver pitcher wrapped in a blue cloth over the side of the deck and spread the ashes to the wind.

“Just going to that spot on the chart, what went through my mind was what they must have gone through,” Witty recalled. “They knew they were by themselves.”