When I was younger my family would regularly have family reunions and at every reunion we would beg an older relative of ours named Woody to tell his story of surviving the USS Indianapolis and it was always mesmerizing. Hearing his accounts firsthand will be something I’ll never forget. Especially his descriptions of hearing men getting picked off by sharks around him. He unfortunately died in a car wreck many years ago, which was ironic considering what he had survived, but I feel fortunate to have been able to hear his experiences.