Today my friend would have been 105 years old. He was the sweetest and kindest old man I ever knew, a devoted father, grandfather and great grandfather. A avid man of faith, and a World War 2 veteran.
I had the honor to know him until he passed away in 2019. He called me his best friend.
He enlisted in the Navy in 1932 along with his older brother, both ending up stationed on the USS Arizona. In 1939 he accepted a position on board the USS Pennsylvania as a gunner on Turret 4. His brother died on Pearl Harbor, having served in the magazine on the USS Arizona.
He later served on the Pennsylvania until it's decomissioning in 1946, before serving on the USS New Jersey during the Korean War. He ended his career in the Naval reserves, only returning for a short time as a training officer for the new generation of Sailors in the 1980s.
I got the honor to know this man, and his family. Before I reconnected him with his grandson who he had become estranged from, his last wish was for me to scatter his remains over the Arizona so he could be with his brother.
His grandson got to take the honors, but I wished for the pendant that my friend and brother made to be interred with the Arizona.
Rest easy, Master Chief Robert Bates, and his brother Ensign William Bates.