My father, Claude L. Rescola, affectionately known as Res, grew up in a small remote town in the northwestern corner of Colorado, called Meeker. With so much isolation from the outside world, when he was 15 and eager to explore beyond, he then developed a strong passion to go into the Navy. My dad stood proud when he somehow reached his goal at the age of 16 years old and became a member of the United States Navy. Year after year while working hard on various ships, tugs, and patrol crafts, he rose through the ranks and became what is called a mustang.
A mustang is known as someone who enlists and then rises up to eventually achieve the rank of a commissioned officer. Dad’s highest position was lieutenant. All throughout his 28 year career, he was not only a Pearl Harbor survivor while trying to carry out orders in the middle of the 1941 attack, but was also highly commended for two very long and arduous tows pulling huge fleet ships. One went the distance of 2700 miles from Pearl Harbor to Puget Sound in Washington through precarious weather conditions on the tug U.S.S. Takelma (ATF-113).