Remembering the Enemy — How Close They Were to American Shores

They built stone lookout towers high above our coastlines to search for German U-boats preying on U.S. ships during World War II – a concrete testament to our country’s resolve in defending a way of life. Today we walk those beaches, and the towers have melted into the natural landscape.

Whaley Robert circa 1943

Robert Whaley circa 1943

Robert Whaley joined the Navy at 17. At his first stop in Cape May, New Jersey, Bob and his fellow recruits marched through the days in basic training. But it was 1943 – a year of great urgency, so they worked overtime at night to remove debris washed ashore from sunken ships. They weren’t looking for a career in the military, just doing their part in the war effort.

After Boot Camp, Bob was assigned to a Tank Landing Ship (LST) in Evansville, Indiana. Times were tough. The ship had no name, only a number. LST 496 sailed south on the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico en route to Europe and real action. Whaley wrote in a memoir,

“Most of the men on board had never been to sea. I think it was a miracle we made it across the Atlantic. It was winter, seas were rough, the ship was loaded with men, tanks and vehicles, but the crew did their jobs, and we made it safely to England.”

LST 496 Crossing Atlantic 1943

LST 496 Crossing Atlantic 1943

In April of ‘44, Whaley and his mates practiced Exercise Tiger, a top-secret rehearsal for D-Day with eight LST’s carrying over 4,000 soldiers. Army and Navy on the same team. Unfortunately, German patrol boats discovered the convoy and started the bloodiest naval battle since Pearl Harbor. Two of our ships were lost, and 749 soldiers and sailors died.

General Eisenhower threatened to arrest anyone who leaked news of the incident. It would have been disastrous if the Germans discovered the plans. And any word of casualties could destroy troop morale right before D-Day. The order of silence was never lifted.

Bob followed his orders implicitly and in fact successfully descended on Normandy only to be injured by enemy fire, for which Whaley received the Purple Heart. In later years, he refused to talk about the war. Selflessly keeping it all inside, he would wake up from dreams with screams in the middle of the night. Today they call it PTSD.

Whaley Purple Heart

Whaley Purple Heart

After Exercise Tiger, the rookie crew kept steaming. They successfully delivered soldiers and supplies to support the D-Day invasion at Omaha Beach. After five days of fighting, Number 496 hit a mine while attempting to avoid a torpedo, and they were forced to abandon ship. “We suffered seventy-five percent casualties, lost or wounded men and all vehicles,” he wrote. The survivors were quickly reassigned to keep fighting. Bob dodged more torpedoes on another LST, escorting ships and boats across the English Channel until the end of the war.

Seventy years later, it is easy to walk by memorials or lookout towers and not understand what our forefathers endured to protect what we take for granted today. We legitimately worry about the threat posed by terrorists, but that threat is nothing like the one the last great war posed for our citizens and soldiers.

I remember visiting Cape May with my father when I was a teenager. As we walked along the water, he pointed out the remains of a beached cement ship the Navy unsuccessfully tested during the war. Unbeknownst to me, on that same sand, Whaley had picked up parts of boats and bodies while Germans subs stalked our ships in dark waters just a few hundred yards away. A different kind of threat to our country, to our way of life, our hometowns, and our families; one that is hard to comprehend.

Whaley Robert and Barbara 2015

Robert Whaley and Barbara 2015

When I ask Bob about Exercise Tiger or D-Day, his voice is hoarse and deliberate. “I have that damned disease. Sometimes I forget who I am,” he says. At 90, he sits up straight in a black metal wheelchair with his wife Barbara by his side. His hair still has a little color hinting of his younger days and his eyes gaze widely like he wants to tell me something. I have scratched the surface of events he would rather forget, of memories sealed away, of times that molded his life and his values. He doesn’t remember much about the fight in the European Theatre, but he can’t forget the enemy being right there in our backyard. Only his generation truly understands the jeopardy our freedom was in.

When I ask him what he would say to kids today, the 17-year-olds, he responds, “The Germans were off the coast of Cape May.”

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About the Contributor

Paul Dorsey

Paul Dorsey

Paul Dorsey was born and raised in Wilmington. He is married with two daughters.


  • Thank you, Paul, for sharing Bob’s memories. A very special man to all of us. We know you enjoyed your visit with him. Merry Christmas!

  • Paul, thanks for telling this Hero’s story and reminding everyone of the history all around us. We must never forget the sacrifices of those who keep us safe. Good Job!


  • Bob and Barbara are true heroes. Great article, but that is expected from a graduate of Salesianum and Villanova:)

  • The Greatest Generation are quickly leaving us. Thanks for keeping their great sacrifices alive. Hopefully we will never forget.

  • robert l whaley jr usn ret thank u for the article on my father it was well written merry xmas and a happy new year

  • Great story Paul. Reading this motivated me to call Joe Cannon to wish him a Merry Christmas. The former head golf professional at Wilmington Country Club Joe flew some 50 missions out of Italy as a bombardier on a B-17 during WWII. He sounded great and appreciated the call. We just cannot thank these heroes enough for what they did for all of us.

  • Thank you Paul for sharing this story. This is my grandfather and this is information that i didnt even know.. he is one strong man. Love uou grandpa…

  • What a remarkable story of heroism. I want to basically echo the sentiments of soldier Rob: Young men of this country seemingly going through life without purpose should be so inspired by Mr. Whaley, don the uniform of the USA, understand the urgency of their mission, and, even make the ultimate sacrifice so that the world’s beacon of democracy can not only survive but thrive.

    Paul, on two points I must depart from your views. First, I do believe we are facing an existential threat from radical Islam. A few Islamofascists seething with anti-American hate and armed with box cutters cut down thousands of our citizens in a horrific devastation comparable to that committed by the Japanese at Pearl Harbor.

    Secondly, I believe that every generation that serves militarily and puts themselves in harm’s way so that we may live qualifies as the greatest generation.

    Paul, thanks for enlightening us readers.