The Corpsman On The Lexington
Although I was not there to witness it, my brother
and two of his friends had a chilling experience on the USS Lexington in Corpus Christi, Texas. The Lexington, one of several American ships to bear the name in honor of the Battle of Lexington, is widely believed to be one of the most haunted ships in the United States. Commissioned during World War II, the aircraft carrier operated for several decades before being turned into a museum. People can, for a small fee, stay the night aboard the ship, and that's exactly what my brother and his friends did. My Brother is Jacob. He had three friends with him, Chris, Matt, and Jonathan. Though they were told to do as little unattended exploration as possible, all three were fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, and decided to slip out at night. Of course, with the stories of haunting, they attempted to scare each other as much as possible, pushing each other around, creeping up behind each other and yelling out, and disappearing from view for a few minutes at a time. Eventually, Matt took it too far and shoved Jacob into a wall. Jacob, who was okay but angry, took off after Matt, and Chris and Jonathan had no choice but to follow. Jonathan was slow, however, and a bit clumsy, and he succeeded in tripping and badly skinning his knee on the no-skid deck right outside of the kitchen. My brother and his friends helped Jonathan to his feet, and looked around frantically for something to stall the bleeding (the injury was bad enough that Jonathan still has a scar three years later). They noticed that a door to the kitchen was open. Hopeful for bandages, they helped Jonathan to the kitchen. While Chris and Matt tried to calm Jonathan, Jacob searched for bandages through the still-stocked kitchen cabinets. He was searching one of the last cabinets when he heard a young man's voice say, "Try the one on the far left."Jacob turned around, and saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen years dressed in a Corpsman's uniform, beckoning towards a cabinet. Assuming that he was a paid employee, my brother opened the stainless steel cabinet and found a roll of gauze, still sterile and wrapped in it's tin packaging. "Now, get it on him. Hurry." The Corpsman then proceeded to direct my brother and his friends in safely wrapping Jonathan's injury, though he never took control, and never touched the bandage or any of the boys himself. By the time they had Jonathan patched up, all three were thoroughly comfortable with conversing with the Corpsman, but when they turned around to thank him, he had vanished, presumably walked quietly into another room. All the doors were open, and the ship was only dimly lit. There would be no finding and thanking the Corpsman until morning. In the morning, as my brother and his friends were preparing to leave the ship, they found an employee, and asked the name of the Corpsman in costume who had helped them last night. The employee looked confused. "Nobody works in costume on this ship."