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PRESIDENT FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT surveyed the flat, sandy fields of North Island, on the Coronado peninsula, with an acquisitive eye. FDR, a former assistant secretary of the Navy, saw enormous potential in these jackrabbit-infested plains. Within a few weeks of his visit, the president issued an executive order clearing Coronado of its longtime Army presence and claiming the entire area for a new naval base. With war in the Pacific raging, the island would become a recognized cog in the militarys success during World War II.
Naval Amphibious Base Coronado was constructed on this barren spot in 1944, and Coronado was now the Navys training base, its social center, and its incubator for outstanding pilots and their families. They flocked to the peninsula like migrating swallows, seeking out nesting grounds.
With its Spanish-themed architecture, swaying palm trees, and beautiful stretches of beach, Coronado must have seemed like an exotic Shangri-la to its new inhabitants. As the Navys dominance grew, so did the tight-knit Navy community, which had its own unique rules and regulations. These rules created a military caste system whereby an officers rank translated directly to his wife and familys status in this community. The commanding officer and his wife were at the top of the military heap. The men and women knew their place within the system and obeyed orders, both at work and at play. The crisp military element soon formed an essential part of the peninsulas cultural fabric.
In contrast to the rigid Navy presence, well-heeled jet-setters seeking Coronados restorative climate made the town a destination for them: movie stars, politicians, even European royalty. Hollywood icons Jimmy Stewart, Clark Gable, and Katharine Hepburn flocked to the luxurious, red-turreted Hotel del Coronado to see and be seen. Or not Black eyes became all the rage there when the hotel became the retreat of choice for Hollywood actresses recovering from face-lifts.
The Del, as the hotel came to be known to locals, boasted its own resident ghost, as well as gigantic crown-shaped light fixtures designed by Wizard of Oz author L. Frank Baum, a frequent visitor to Coronado and the hotel in the 1920s. The formerly sleepy oceanfront town became a sun-drenched version of the Emerald City, with the Del as its palace and naval aviators crossing its skies in their F-8 fighter jets.
By the early 1960s, Coronado had plenty of Munchkins, too. Children ran rampant day and night all over A Avenue, where naval commander James Bond Stockdale, his wife, Sybil, and their four sonsJim Jr., Sid, Stanford, and Taylorlived. There were at least fifty-six kids living on the Stockdales block when the boys were small. One family that lived close by had twelve children. Their mother made daily grocery store runs to feed her brood and had a drinking fountain installed in their home.
The bridge across San Diego Bay that would connect the peninsula of Coronado to the city of San Diego in 1969 was not yet built. Coronado in this era was straight out of a Beach Boys song: a small, idyllic Southern California town that looked like a Hollywood film set.
No one yet knew that the biggest drama the island peninsula would see would not be of the cinematic variety. Instead it would be born of the unexpected consequences of the Vietnam Wara conflict that would bring death to the island and wreak havoc on the lives of the towns high-flying Coronado Navy pilots, their wives, and their children.
During the lengthy Vietnam conflict (19651973) and even earlier, the Communist North Vietnamese would capture hundreds of American military pilots from Coronado and from all across the country. These men would become prisoners of war (POWs) for years or, even worse, would disappear forever as missing in action (MIA). Their wives, who worked tirelessly to save them, were told by their own government to keep quiet and to stay in the shadows, out of the media spotlight, until their government could bring the men home.
After years of silence, the ladies decided this approach simply would not do.
Over time, these military wives would take matters into their own hands, forever changing the course of their husbands fates and American military culture. The story of these largely unknown heroines begins here in Coronado, with a reluctant sorority of women who would become more powerful and influential than they could ever have imagined.
IN THE 1960S, NAVY fighter pilots had a 23 percent likelihood of dying in an aircraft accident over a twenty-year careernot including combat deaths. In order to survive in this line of work, a man had to possess an enormous egoone that rivaled those of heads of state or Hollywood film stars. Confidence, a steady hand, and the idea that you could never, ever be shot down were requirements for anyone in this dangerous business. If you thought for more than two seconds about what you were doing, you would most likely end up deadand kill everyone else on the plane with you.
A 1975 study in Aviation, Space, and Environmental Medicine on the outstanding jet pilot found that many successful pilots were firstborn children with a close relationship with their father, reinforcing positive male identification. Another finding from the same study noted that 21 of the first 23 astronauts who went on space flights were first born. The pilots were self-confident, showed a great desire for challenge and success and were non-introspective. In author Tom Wolfes famous words, these men were made of the right stuff.
The right stuff extended beyond the professional into the personal; a pilot had to enjoy parties, since his time on earth might be short. He had to be able to hold his liquor (lots of it) at night, and then get up at the crack of dawn and climb into the cockpit before his morning coffee.
Finally, a pilot needed the right wife: attractive, kind, a model mother, and an excellent cook. Her job was to be sure he could do his job. The military cranked out training manuals for her that were every bit as rigorous as his. Each branch of the service put officers wives through their own kind of basic training, advising the young women who married into the military on everything from their wedding-night lingerie to Conversational Taboos at Social Gatherings. Women were judged on their abilities in the domestic sphere above all, and were given advice from senior wives, such as The food you serve and the way you serve it are just as revealing as the kind of person you are as the house which is your background and the clothes you wear. It is fun to dream up new color combinations in both decorations and in foods.
The Navy Wife was a government-approved guide to the rules of naval etiquette and hierarchy. A wifes status mirrored her husbands rank. Everything she did or said would reflect on him and could affect his career. More than one social faux pas in their byzantine world of calling cards, shrimp forks, and proper thank-you notes might result in a young officer getting passed over for a promotion. More serious offenses could even end in exile at some desolate military outpost. Most military wives realized that their best interest (promotion, advancement, success in any form) was accomplished by playing within the rules. In this way, the wives were empowered to play a significant role in their husbands careers, and thus in their own lives and those of their families.