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As the afternoon faded at IBERLANT headquarters, the admiral thought of his days as a young attaché in Lisbon, the ancient capital city. He pondered the happy irony that he would end his career there in less than a year. His wife Marjorie, in fragile health due to a lifelong battle with diabetes and other complications, suffered from extremes of heat and cold. Portugal, with its temperate climate most of the year, had been ideal for her and they were considering staying. The couple enjoyed their comfortable quinta, a farmette in the resort of Sintra about forty miles to the north. They also had many friends in Portugal and throughout Europe.

  As far as the commissioning of the new headquarters was concerned, all seemed in order as a quiet confidence settled over Admiral Fluckey. But outside his office, Portuguese painters completed the job of positioning explosives where they might cause the most damage. The fuses were set. The workers announced to a guard that they were taking an early dinner break and would be back to finish up. They never returned. And it wasn’t long before the bombs went off as planned. The shock wave shattered windows and blew out window frames on both floors. Doorways and office equipment were blown apart. Electrical control panels and overhead fixtures tumbled to the floor. Passageways crumbled in piles of mortared bricks and twisted metal. Underground, the new bunker and communications center suffered serious damage.

  Stunned rescuers raced to the scene, wondering if Admiral Fluckey—the Navy’s “Galloping Ghost”—was a casualty in the debris.

  PART ONE

  Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. . . .

  The world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.

  —CALVIN COOLIDGE, U.S. president, radio address, 1923

  North Beach

  Gene Fluckey learned at an early age the meaning of courage, self-control, and determination.

  The year was 1922, and the great summer getaway for families like the Fluckeys was the new resort town of North Beach, Maryland, about an hour’s drive south from the family home in Washington. Long before the Bay Bridge connected the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake to the mainland and made Ocean City, Fenwick Island, and Bethany Beach on the Atlantic the favored haunts of capital families, North Beach on the Western Shore of the Chesapeake was the primary destination of those escaping the city heat. The resort was well known for its comfortable bayside cottages and two- and three-story Colonials along a seven-block waterfront. There a broad, sandy beach and a fishing pier jutting far out into the bay provided recreation for all. A trolley system made getting around easy. Restaurants and legalized gambling catered to vacationers.

  The Fluckey family often made the trip from their brownstone Victorian in the Capitol Hill development where Gene Fluckey grew up as the second youngest of four children. He was born on 5 October 1913 in Washington to Justice Department lawyer Isaac Newton Fluckey and his wife, Louella Snowden Fluckey. In North Beach the Fluckeys rented a cottage on the edge of the bay where the kids could play at will.

  It was that summer of ’22 that Gene brought along Phil Greenwell, a neighborhood pal. Both loved the outdoors and were excellent swimmers. The two dived in and swam about a quarter mile off the beach, when cramps suddenly overcame Greenwell. He yelled for help, unable to swim. Gene moved in, hooked an arm around his buddy’s chin, and then started back to shore while urging Phil not to struggle. With great exertion Fluckey made the long swim, using a combination of floating backward and kicking and using his free arm to stroke the water while towing his friend and saving his life.

  Gene’s growing sense of confidence was reinforced a year later while he was dabbling with a radio set he had built. “I was tickling the crystal of my radio and picked up a station in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, just as our president, Calvin Coolidge, was starting a famous speech. Silent Cal did not speak often but when he did people listened,” recalled Fluckey. What the president said was to have profound influence on the youngster: “Press on. Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not: unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education alone will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.”

  Fluckey was awestruck, scribbling down the president’s message. He was so impressed that he named his first mongrel dog Calvin Coolidge. What the president said was more than fodder for a pet’s name, however. It provided the young boy with a creed to live by: persistence and determination. Previously an average student, he now began to excel at his studies, enabling him to graduate early from grammar school. He refined the president’s mantra later, recasting it in his own special way. “Put more into life than you expect to get out of it. Drive yourself and lead others.”

  With flaming red hair and blue eyes and so many freckles that he boasted of winning a freckle contest at age six, Fluckey was gregarious and inquisitive as a teenager and a dead-ringer for his father in both looks and personality. His infectious smile was so broad that when he was ten he noticed a sign advertising a smile contest near his home. He entered and won. He was a quick learner and very popular on the local sandlot as well as in school. In addition to swimming, he loved playing golf, riding horses, and playing tennis. He graduated from public grade school at eleven and at fifteen from Washington’s prestigious Western High School. Alumni included Rear Adm. Husband E. Kimmel, who would command the U.S. Pacific Fleet in 1941.

  As a student, Gene loved reading and writing and wanted to be a scientist or engineer. He also had one other consuming interest: military history. His ancestors had fought in every American war going all the way back to the founding of the nation, when the original Fluckey served on both sides of the American Revolution.

  His name was Jorge Flocke. As the story goes, he was a single German in his twenties who happened to be riding his horse through Hesse in the German province of Alsace Lorraine on the border of France when he ran into Hessian soldiers, whose services had been purchased by Britain from the prince of Hesse for twenty-two dollars a head. They were among eight thousand mercenaries to join an expeditionary force of thirty thousand English troops in an attempt to put down a rebellion in colonial America. Flocke was conscripted on the spot, leaving him no time to even say goodbye to his family.

  Arriving in New York City with the invasion force, Flocke became a foot soldier with orders to march south with the British to capture Philadelphia. En route he met a young Dutch woman, Margareth Stotz, who asked what he was fighting for. “Simple,” replied Flocke. “I fight or get shot.” Stotz was a secret agent for rebel Gen. George Washington, desperate to recruit replacement troops for an army of three thousand that had been overwhelmed by the British in New York and several skirmishes in New Jersey. Stotz convinced Flocke of the righteousness of the American cause. He subsequently defected by hiding in her beehive oven as the British and Hessians moved on and later adopted a new last name—Fluckey—to keep from being hung if captured by the British.

  The newly minted Fluckey joined the Continental Army and quartered with Washington at Valley Forge in the bitter winter of 1776. Because he had been an apprentice tailor in Alsace, he made two uniforms for the general. He also was with Washington when he made his famous crossing of the Delaware River on Christmas Eve of 1776, in a surprise attack on nine hundred Hessian troops garrisoning Trenton. Washington’s triumph was the turning point in the Revolution, handing the British their first major defeat.

  George Fluckey survived the war, married Stotz, and moved to Philadelphia. He and his wife lived well into their nineties, giving birth to seven children whose descendants participated with Ohio Quakers in the Underground Railroad, smuggling fugitive slaves to freedom; fought in the Civil War on the Union side; staked out free land in the Oklahoma Land Rush; and laid claims in the California Gold Rush. One group of Fluckeys who reached the West Coast purchased author Robert Louis Stevenson’s boat Casco and sailed for Siberia. There they were shipwrecked and lived w
ith Eskimos until a U.S. revenue cutter located them and brought them home.

  These stories regaled the Fluckey children, especially Gene, who hoped to serve in the military when he grew up. He found a mentor in the man next door.

  Capt. Adolphus Staton was a real-life action hero. As a Navy lieutenant, Staton had earned the nation’s highest award for valor, the Medal of Honor, for skillfully leading his battalion out of an ambush in Vera Cruz, Mexico, on 22 April 1914, during an incursion ordered by President Woodrow Wilson. Staton later earned a Navy Cross as the commander of the USS Mount Vernon, a troop transport delivering soldiers to the European war zone in World War I. The 29,650-ton ship was headed back to the United States on 5 September 1918 when it was torpedoed by a German U-boat two hundred miles off the French coast. Half the ship’s boilers were lost to an explosion that killed thirty-six crewmen and injured thirteen. Damage control by Staton saved the ship, allowing it to return under its own power to Brest, France, where repairs were made.

  Staton’s sea stories inspired Fluckey, and the captain saw potential in his young neighbor. He encouraged him to get good grades and prepare for a career in the Navy.

  Fluckey’s interest in the outdoors and the military was further broadened by the fledgling Boy Scout movement, which incorporated many of the principles that were already driving Fluckey as a youth. The Boy Scouts of America provided a relatively new experience for youths in 1925, when Fluckey and his best pal, Stuart Fries, joined a local troop. The organization had been founded by W. D. Boyce, an Illinois publisher who in 1910 patterned it after a scouting organization in England that taught boys wilderness skills learned in the military. After obtaining a charter from the U.S. Congress in 1916, the Boy Scouts established a national headquarters in Washington. From the beginning, scouting stressed community service and basic scouting skills. Merit badges were awarded to those who successfully completed very specific and difficult goals. The ultimate goal was to become an Eagle Scout, achieved after gaining twenty-one merit badges—a sought-after aim for young Fluckey.

  Scouting, however, wasn’t Gene’s only interest. Both he and Fries were members of their high school’s officer training corps. Fries, on graduation, got an appointment to West Point and would years later lead a tank battalion ashore at Omaha Beach as a lieutenant colonel during the D-day invasion of France in World War II.

  Fluckey, at age fifteen, was too young to follow. So he applied for a summer job as an office boy for the Atlantic Bitulithic Company in D.C. He was interviewed by phone and couldn’t understand what the salary was because of the interrogator’s Scottish brogue. Fluckey thought the offer was only fourteen dollars a month when it actually was forty dollars. Still unable to understand after a repeat offer, Fluckey balked. At that point the company treasurer upped the offer to fifty dollars a month. Fluckey accepted. He did so well the company offered him a permanent job. His father, however, wanted him to attend Princeton University, a dream that he had never realized himself but thought he might achieve through his kids. The elder Fluckey was a great believer in education, and his expectations for his children were quite high. Gene’s older brother, Jim, was already enrolled on scholarship at Princeton and his younger brother, Ken, planned to follow.

  At his father’s behest, Gene enrolled in Mercersburg Academy, an academic preparatory school in Pennsylvania that fed the Ivy League. Fluckey did odd jobs to help pay his room and board. He proved to be an excellent student and soon gained notice. Mercersburg offered an annual award—the Original Math Prize—open to all students. Fluckey’s professor, impressed with the student’s aptitude, urged him to enter the strenuous, day-long exam. When Fluckey refused, the professor beseeched him, saying he had bet another professor fifty dollars that Gene would win. “Somebody believed in me. I couldn’t let him down, so I entered,” recalled Fluckey. “It was the toughest and most complex exam of my life. After eight hours, I had finished only one-and-a-half problems. I told my prof of my failure. He said what was more important was that I did my best. The results came out. I won. No one else had finished one problem.”

  Fluckey’s academic credentials put him in perfect position for scholarships to Princeton, Yale, or even Harvard. Back home on summer break, Fluckey took a job selling Better Brushes door to door while he decided his future course. He did so well with his million-dollar smile that within two days he had enough profits to buy a used car to drive to work. Two weeks later he bought a second car, a jalopy, to be used for spare parts. His dad was so appalled at the looks of the vehicle that he offered his son five dollars not to park it in front of the house.

  During the summer, Fluckey frequently talked to Captain Staton, who urged him to apply for the Naval Academy. “I saw the light,” as Fluckey put it in a 1962 letter to a relative. Rather than Princeton, he now set his sights on Annapolis. It seemed to match perfectly his deep yearning for adventure and service to country.

  Her son’s making the U-turn to the Naval Academy from the road to Princeton couldn’t have made Louella Fluckey happier. She was much in tune with his interest in history and the military and shared his enthusiasm for a Navy career.

  As a former history teacher in Illinois, she resigned herself to follow her husband to Washington. He too was a teacher in rural Tower Hill, a coal mining district of south-central Illinois. Tired of squeaking by on a poor teacher’s salary, he decided to pursue a paralegal career in the Justice Department while seeking a law degree. Mrs. Fluckey retained professional ambitions of her own. She studied oil painting at the prestigious Corcoran College of Art in the capital and started painting china, which she sold through the mail. She was active in the Capitol Hill History Club, serving for a time as its president. She also belonged to the Zonta Club, which worked to improve the status of women.

  As parents of three boys and a girl, the Fluckeys were big believers in “feeding the soul,” as one relative put it. Gene and his siblings got a steady diet of lectures, scholastic courses promoting critical thinking, and learning about all things. “Newt” Fluckey was known to be very demanding of his children and cranky at times, perhaps due to his inability to move up at the Justice Department, where his boss, who would later apologize for what he had done, blocked promotions in order to keep his brilliant assistant hard at work on the office caseload. The family didn’t earn much money, making ends meet by renting rooms in their house, while Mrs. Fluckey gave art lessons, filled china orders, and cooked meals for boarders. She did so into her sixties, all the time nurturing her children with gentle kindness. Gene, who was quite close to her, noticed the strain and a growing fragility.

  In terms of his son’s future, Newt wasn’t all that confident Gene would get into the Naval Academy because he lacked a congressional appointment. He thought his son was passing up a sure thing in Princeton and “time was wasting.” Still, his son was determined he would succeed with the encouragement of his mother and the acquiescence of his dad. But there were difficult challenges ahead. Not only did Gene need someone in Congress to nominate him to the academy, but he would have to score well on a notoriously difficult and competitive entrance exam designed to weed out about two-thirds of the applicants. Each representative and senator annually could select five applicants for appointment to the nation’s service academies. If Fluckey were lucky enough to secure one of them, he then could enroll in one of a handful of select prep schools that groomed applicants to take the entrance exams.

  Young Fluckey was familiar with the Capitol, knew several lawmakers, and went right to work trying to line up support. For three weeks he knocked on doors. Yet he could not get a nomination; all available slots had been committed. It looked rather hopeless until he turned to Representative William T. Holaday, representing the 18th District in Illinois, where his parents had once lived. At first it was the same story: all the nominations were committed. Newt interceded on his son’s behalf, stressing his family’s Illinois roots—but even that didn’t help. The representative, however, was impressed with the
young man’s passion to serve in the Navy, especially in view of the fact that he was willing to forgo an Ivy League education. So the representative pulled a few strings, getting special consideration for Gene to take both the academy entrance exam and the Illinois civil service test, a backdoor method to gain admission. If he did well, if enough other applicants were disqualified or dropped out, the reasoning went, Gene could slip through. Still, the deepening Great Depression made getting into the academy, with its free education, ever more precious and thus increasingly sought after.

  With Holaday’s endorsement in hand, Gene enrolled in Washington’s rugged Columbian Preparatory School in September 1930. “Columbian in those days offered nothing but classes till 6:00 pm, six days a week, plus a tough German headmaster who batted anybody with a fifteen-foot pointer if you missed a question,” Fluckey recalled years later. “As a result, I stood [number] one in the February examinations for the Naval Academy and one in the civil service exams from Illinois, which gave me my appointment.”

  The family was ecstatic. The experience also reinforced in Gene what President Coolidge had urged in that radio address: determination and perseverance triumphs over all. A test of that was just ahead—and it would take a near miracle for him to overcome the challenge.

  20/20

  The Naval Academy is a mere thirty miles east of Washington on hilly Route 50 but is a world all its own. The academy’s massive, gray granite classroom buildings and single dormitory dominate a flat tidelands running out to the Chesapeake. It is sandwiched between the wide Severn River on one side and the historic seaport of Annapolis on the other. The academy’s cathedral, an ornate domed shrine housing the crypt of naval hero John Paul Jones, dominates the center of campus with a crown of gold visible from all approaches to the school.