• Emily Pan

A Letter From Filipino Sailor Felix Estibal

Updated: Jul 16


Arroyo Grande sailor Felix Estibal served on the destroyer USS Walke; seen leaving Mare Island in San Francisco on its final voyage, in August 1942 (Image Source here)


Felix Estibal, a Filipino American, was a servant in the U.S. Navy in World War II, because that was the only job that Filipino Americans could pursue. Before the war, he worked at the at the Waller-Franklin Seed Company in the Arroyo Grande Valley, and below is a letter he wrote to his foreman, Javier Pantaleon, just five weeks before Felix's death. On November 15, 1942, Felix died in one of the pa naval battles after a deadly torpedo hit his ship, the USS Walke. Over eighty people aboard died, Felix included. But his words before his death, showcasing life as a Filipino American in the navy, are still preserved today. Take a read:


I hear the boatswain’s mate passing a rumor that mail will leave in the near future, so I

will include a brief report on myself. I am filled with good intentions to write you more

often, but am fuller of good excuses.


During the rare occasions when the weather is bad, I don’t write on account of the bad

weather. When it is fair, the hot sun enhances my natural inclinations to be lazy and

sleepy. My eight hours a day on watch add the finishing touches. I watch mostly for the

little men who aren’t there, but the Captain insists that they may be there any time.

Anyway when [the members of the crew of his ship, the Walke, her named struck out by

the censor] see them then they won’t be there long.


Notwithstanding all this I frequently get out my papers and pen and drape my elbows

over a mess table in a threatening manner. I think of you and wonder what you’re doing.

I reflect that this is a big wet ocean, and that we’ve been at sea so long that the salt is

caking in my hair, that this business about mermaids is a lot of baloney, that seeing the

world would be nicer if it wasn’t all water, that mail and Christmas come with about the

same frequency, and that the war will over in six months to 10 years.


I day dream about shore liberty in a good old U.S.A. port where there are a hundred

pretty girls to one sailor, nothing costs over a dime, and me with three months’ pay on

the books. Oh Boy!

About that time my literary efforts are interrupted by that leather-lunged whistle

blower, the Boatswains’ Mate, yelling that it’s time for drill, battle stations, chow, target

practice, movies, inspection, field day, air bedding, sweep down, peel spuds, scrub decks,

fuel ship, carry stores, dump garbage, darken ship, pump bilges, blow tubes, pipe down,

relieve the watch, or what have you.


Whereupon I sheath my pen and go to work, eat or sleep, as the case may be, without

having written a word to you. It may be just as well, as the censor would probably have

cropped them out anyway.


The Navy is a great life alright [sic]. I’m getting so used to living with 200 men in

enough space for two that when I get out I can use a telephone booth for a house and lot.

However, it could be worse. We have good weather, good chow, good health, good guns,

good digestion, good appetites, and may Heaven forgive that leather lunged whistle

blower, the boatswain’s mate.


While I can’t exactly say I’m having a good time and wish you were here, I hope you

are well and wish I was there. In the meantime, don’t worry about me as I can take good

care of myself and the other guys and I’m doing all right. At least I’m well and O.K.

Say Hello to all of your friends and the most to you.

FELIX


Reference: Gregory, Jim, History Teacher, Mission Prep and Arroyo Grande High School

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