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When literary biographer and memoirist Louise DeSalvo embarked upon a journey to learn why her father came home from World War II a changed man, she didnt realize her quest would take ten years, and that it would yield more revelations about the manand herselfand the effect of his military service upon their family than shed ever imagined. During his last years, as he told her about his life, DeSalvo began to understand that her obsession with war novels and military history wasnt merely academic but rooted in her desire to understand this complex father whom she both adored and reviled because of his mistreatment of her. Although she at first believes she wants to uncover his story, the story of a man who was no hero but who was nonetheless adversely affected by the his military service, she learns that what she really wants is to recover the man that he was before he went away.
As DeSalvo and her father uncover his past piece-by-piece, bit-by-bit, she learns about the dreams of a working-class man who entered the military in the late 1930s during peacetime to better himself, a man who wanted to become a pilot. She learns about what it was like for him to participate in war games in the Pacific prior to the war, and its devastating toll. She learns about what it was like for her parents to fall in love, set up house, marry, and have children during this cataclysmic time. And as the pieces of her fathers life fall into place as works to piece together the puzzle of everything shes learned about this time, she finds herself finally able to understand him.
Chasing Ghosts is an original contribution to the understanding of working-class World War II veterans who did not conventionally distinguish themselves through heroic actions and whose lives were not until recently considered worthy of historical or cultural attention. It personalizes the history of those sailors who served in the Navy aboard aircraft carriers and on islands in the Pacific prior to, and during World War II and contributes to the current vital conversation about the often-unrecognized effects of war and its traumas upon those men and their families. It reveals the lifelong devastating consequences of military service on those men and women who fell in love, married, and set up house. And it reveals the complexity of what it is like to be the daughter of a father who has gone to war.

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CHASING GHOSTS

Louise DeSalvo

CHASING GHOSTS

A MEMOIR OF A FATHER, GONE TO WAR

World War II The Global Human and Ethical Dimension G Kurt Piehler - photo 1

World War II: The Global, Human, and Ethical Dimension | G. Kurt Piehler, series editor

Copyright 2016 Louise DeSalvo

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

DeSalvo, Louise A., 1942

Chasing ghosts : a memoir of a father, gone to war / Louise DeSalvo. First edition.

pages cm. (World War II : the global, human, and ethical dimension) Includes bibliographical references.

ISBN 978-0-8232-6884-9 (paper : alkaline paper)

1. DeSalvo, Louise A., 1942 Family. 2. World War, 19391945United StatesBiography. 3. World War, 19391945VeteransUnited StatesBiography. 4. SailorsUnited StatesBiography. 5. Working class menUnited StatesBiography. 6. DeSalvo, Louise A., 1942 Childhood and youth. 7. Fathers and daughtersUnited StatesBiography. 8. VeteransFamily relationshipsUnited States. 9. World War, 19391945Psychological aspects. 10. War and societyUnited StatesHistory20th century. I. Title.

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For my parents,

as they were,

and,

as they might have been

and for

Ernest DeSalvo, Edvige Giunta,

Audrey Goldrich, Christina Baker Kline,

and Pamela Redmond Satran,

who helped immeasurably

CONTENTS

War stories. Let your guard down for a moment, and

they come rushing in on you, one by one by one....

Paul Auster

Man in the Dark

Where do words come from? They come from the dead. We inherit them.

Borrow them. Use them for a time to bring the dead to life.

Ruth Ozeki

A Tale for the Time Being

The flame of that wild battlefield

Rushes in fire through our rooms.

Muriel Rukeyser

Letter to the Front

2004

The last time my father came to supper at our house, he could barely climb the stairs. I stood at the top of the landing, wanting to help, knowing that if I tried he wouldnt let me, knowing that if I tried to touch him, hed wave me off, and maybe yell, or worse.

Goddamn stairs, he said, glaring at me, as if Id put the stairs there just to bedevil him. Goddamn it to hell.

I stood there holding my breath, watching him, hoping he wouldnt fall as he staggered, then gripped the railing with both hands to pause and rest for a few moments before hauling his once wiry and strong, but now enfeebled, body up the next step, and the next, and the next. I stood there, hoping he could make it to the top of the stairs unaided so that, after all his effort and hard work, he might enjoy the merest of victories.

This is the way it so often was with us. Me, standing and watching. Me, wanting a different kind of father, a phantom father whod be happy to see me, a father who wouldnt fly off the handle. A father I wouldnt have to lock into the crosshairs of my sightline to see what he would do next, and so what I would do next: exchange a few words; leave him alone; or duck and run for cover. A father I could, again, love.

And what did he want from me? That I would become a different kind of daughter? A daughter who wanted to please him? A daughter who adored him? But who that daughter might be, I couldnt yet figure out.

I had been that daughter once. But Id stopped being that daughter a long time ago, on the day my father shipped out to war. And hed stopped being the father Id loved in that way on that day, too. And it wasnt his fault and he couldnt have done anything to change it, and it wasnt my fault, either, and this was the greatest sorrow of my life.

Still, I wanted that father back before he died, if only for a little while. And I wanted to be that daughter again, the one who loved him utterly: I wanted to roll back the brutal engine of time. But how to get from here to there was the great mystery of my life. And on the day my father came to supper, it wasnt a puzzle Id yet tried to figure out, for I didnt then realize how little time we had left.

A few days before, my father asked me why I never invited his wife and him to supper anymore. I couldnt say, Youre a dangerous driver, thats why I always come to see you, for then we would have fought.

So I invited him and his wife against my better judgment, and the rest of the familyhis two grandsons (my sons), their wives, his two great-grandchildrenall of them pretending he was still the man hed been. The man whod fought fires into his sixties until he was too old to scramble into his gear and climb onto the hook and ladder. The man whod played Frisbee with his great-grandchildren well into his eighties. The man whod labored as a machinist into his early nineties because he couldnt imagine a life without work.

Hed wanted to come to supper, was happy hed been invited. And Id wanted him to come, too. This was something new for me, my wanting him to come. For years, Id done my daughterly dutyvisiting him, having him over to our house, making him supper, taking him on holidays, caring for his household, and done it far better than he deserved, my husband said. But I never knew which father would greet me: the father who wanted me to join him in the sunroom for tea and conversation, or the father who lashed out at me for not having come to see him sooner, or more often, or at a different time of day.

When Id invited my father to supper, Id wondered if it was a good idea. If it was a good idea for him to leave his house, given that he could barely make it up and down his stairs, couldnt make it to the toilet without wetting himself. If it was a good idea for him to drive given that I suspected his driving was a danger to himself and others, having seen the dents and scratches on the car with too much horsepower for anyone, let alone a man in his nineties, losing his hearing, losing his eyesight, losing his reflexes. Wondered whether hed still remember where I lived, whether hed get lost on the way, whether hed get into an accident and die. Wondered whether he and his wife could get themselves organized to get out of their house and over to our house by a certain time.

I thought he could because he wore the same shirt, same pants, same socks, same shoes every day, changing them only when I went to his house and forced him into clean clothes while I did the wash. But I doubted whether his wife could because she never knew where anything was, couldnt find anything she needed, and my father spent most of his energy returning her belongings to their proper places so she could get them again and put them where they werent supposed to be.

Id heard through one of her daughters that a few days before, a neighbor had discovered my father in the supermarket parking lot, asleep at the wheel of his car with the engine running, and she had found his wife wandering the parking lot, trying to find their car.

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