((Well we could do a few chapters of 'I'm not very good at names: Stories of the Spanish-American War'))
On Distant Shores: Stories of the Spanish American War
Chapter 20: The Battle of Leyte Gulf III, The USS Caroline
The wreckage of Spanish frigates - wooden shells which had no chance against the modern armament of the American battlecruisers - floated past the Admiral’s ship as the commanding officers of the American side convened to discuss further actions. When one piece of flotsam formed - as if by sheer willpower - still in the shape of a ship, drifted past, the remaining Spanish soldiers raised their rifles and shot at the Americans. The officers ducked at the sound, but the shots fell short and rattled against the metal armor of the ship - just as the cannonballs had earlier.
“They’re brave.”
“They’re idiots.” interjected Commodore Vallejo. It was an uncommonly frank statement to say to a commanding officer, but Admiral Wallace was not known to be an easily angered man. He simply laughed at the the commodore’s statement. “You younglings have no sense of romance - it is simply cold hard numbers to you.”
Admiral William Wallace paced the bridge, cursing the slow speed of his damaged cruiser. “What’s happening with the Spanish?”
“The
Caroline caught up to them, sir. Apparently the entire Spanish fleet."
Admiral Wallace had a new thing to curse at. The Spanish were not expected in that quadrant - the
USS Caroline had been sent with limited support to survey the area. While the Spanish had melted before the American onslaught, these were not the entirely outdated fleet sent to barrage Hawaii. Caught alone, even an ironclad battleship would have trouble.
“Who is the commanding officer?” Wallace asked.
“Commodore Vallejo.”
“I thought so.” Wallace said, smiling to himself. “Signal Vallejo. Tell him to be an idiot.”
“
Sir?”
“Just do it.”
The commodore, meanwhile, had no cause to be smiling. The ship was crippled, burning from the inside out when the message came. “Understood.” he said aloud. To the ship’s officers he gave his orders. “Keep firing. Try to stop the Spanish ships, although sinking them is fine.”
“Shouldn’t we evacuate?” an officer asked.
“No, we’re keeping to the ship. The navy knows we’re here. Until they arrive, we’ll be fine if the Spanish don’t take us out the rest of the way. Fire back at them and give them enough hell that they won’t even try. Those are orders.”
The
Caroline’s next volley stunned the Spanish forces as much as the American officers had been surprised in Honolulu, though the battleship’s shells were more effective. The
Luzon recovered quickly from its surprise. The captain ordered his functioning mortars to strike around the bridge of the ship, as a warning to the American officers who he believed would recognize their frailty and end the conflict. The American commanders did not understand this gesture, and believed it to simply be the success of their attack causing the Spanish to shoot wide. With the bridge damaged extensively, Vallejo moved to the helm of the ship, supposedly saying “It will give them an easier target.”
When the Admiral and the rest of the American fleet arrived, the Spanish ships were still circling the wounded but aggressive
USS Caroline. With several new battleships, some of which had been untouched by the previous battles in the chase in Leyte, the battle was shortly over. The
Caroline was towed and its crew tended to in a local allied Filipino port. Admiral Wallace continued to lead the navy as it carried Marine landings against the Spanish. Commodore Vallejo, wounded by a passing Spanish shell, was taken to Tacloban to recover - he believed that "it would be a calmer place than Manila to recover".