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USS San Diego (CL-53)An Atlanta-class anti-aircraft light cruiser, it was first laid down on March 27, 1940 by Bethlehem Steel in Quincy, MA, it was launched on July 28, 1941, and commissioned by the U.S. Navy on January 10, 1942.Its main armaments were 16 5-in (127 mm)/38 cal DP anti-aircraft guns and 16 Bofors 40 mm AA guns, making it a formidable AA platform during the Pacific War. Due to its stellar service throughout the war, it was the second most decorated ship of World War II—only the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise (CV-6) earned more— earning 18 battle stars, and was given the honor of being the first Allied ship to enter Tokyo Bay on August 27, 1945, prior to the surrender of Japan on September 2.Here are the campaigns it participated in:Guadalcanal CaptureBuin-Faisi-Tonolai RaidSanta Cruz IslandsGuadalcanal (Third Savo)Rennel Island Jan.New Georgia-Rendova-VaugunuBuka-Bonins StrikeGilbert Islands OccupationKwajalein-WotjeTruk Attack, February 16–17, 1944Saipan-Pagan AttacksSouthern Palau IslandsSouthern Palau Islands, Philippine Islands AssaultsOkinawa AttackFormosa AttacksChina Coast AttacksIwo Jima, Feb. 15 To March 16, 1945Okinawa Assault And Occupation March, 17 To June 11, 1945Philippine Liberation

Clearly they were.On 7 December 1941, the three Pacific Fleet aircraft carriers were USS Enterprise (CV-6), USS Lexington (CV-2), and USS Saratoga(CV-3).Enterprise: On 28 November 1941, Admiral Husband E. Kimmel sent TF-8, consisting of Enterprise, the heavy cruisers Northampton(CA-26), Chester (CA-27), and Salt Lake City (CA-24) and nine destroyers under Vice Admiral William F. Halsey, Jr., to ferry 12 Grumman F4F-3 Wildcats of Marine Fighting Squadron (VMF) 211 to Wake Island. Upon completion of the mission on 4 December, TF-8 set course to return to Pearl Harbor. Dawn on 7 December 1941 found TF-8 about 215 miles west of Oahu.Lexington: On 5 December 1941, TF-12, formed around Lexington, under the command of Rear Admiral John H. Newton, sailed from Pearl to ferry 18 Vought SB2U-3 Vindicators of Marine Scout Bombing Squadron 231 to Midway Island. Dawn on 7 December 1941 found Lexington, heavy cruisers Chicago (CA-29), Portland (CA-33), and Astoria (CA-34), and five destroyers about 500 miles southeast of Midway. The outbreak of hostilities resulted in cancellation of the mission and VMSB-231 was retained on board [they would ultimately fly to Midway from Hickam Field on 21 December].Saratoga: The Saratoga, having recently completed an overhaul at the Puget Sound Navy Yard, Bremerton, Washington, reached NAS San Diego [North Island] late in the forenoon watch on 7 December. She was to embark her air group, as well as Marine Fighting Squadron (VMF) 221 and a cargo of miscellaneous airplanes to ferry to Pearl Harbor.Yorktown (CV-5), Ranger (CV-4) and Wasp (CV-7), along with the aircraft escort vessel Long Island (AVG-1), were in the Atlantic Fleet; Hornet (CV-8), commissioned in late October 1941, had yet to carry out her shakedown. Yorktown would be the first Atlantic Fleet carrier to be transferred to the Pacific, sailing on 16 December 1941.If the situation were reversed and the carriers sunk, the US could not have engaged the enemy in the Coral Sea or Midway or other sea battles. Doolittle would have been prevented from attacking Tokyo. The time to build a carrier was extensive. Aircraft engagements by the US would have been with land based aircraft which would have significantly limited their involvement. The war in the Pacific may have been extended 1–2 years.

I was born in a family of drama queens and philandering womanizers. Everyone in my immediate and extended family divorced at least once. Everyone in my family is either upper class overeducated elitist hypocrites (on my father's side) or greedy under-educated peasant opportunists (from my mother's side). Everyone of them has a story to tell, everyone wanted something more out of their lives or nobody was happy. I mean,seriously, as a child, I don't think I knew one single happy couple who actually loved each other or a happy person who was satisfied with their life.My parents were absent ones who were too focused on their rather successful careers and their dramas. They divorced,then both remarried and both had affairs. My dad didn't divorce because my stepmom pretended that nothing happened. My mom divorced two other times and finally settled down with some young movie director and that's the last I heard of her back in early 2000s.I grew up with my grandma, who had her own juicy skeletons (yes, plural) in the closet. She suffered from major depression, but she wasn't diagnosed until much later. So there was me, isolated with my depressed grandma, watching the fabulous lives of my father and mother unfold each on their own and which I was never part of any of it. And like most absent and successful parents, they eased their guilt by giving me the best life money can buy.As a child, I never felt the absence of anything. I had the best clothes, the best books and the best toys. I was the first in my class to own a pager, a Walkman, a PC, a cellphone or a car… I was signed up in all of the after school interests classes. I played two instruments poorly.My family sure had high hopes for me. And I sure disappointed them in every possible way. My dad used to lament how I didn't get my mother's looks or his brain. All I got was stubbornness, which wasn't a good character trait for a girl.The irony was, being part of such a chaotic and passionate family of love and hate,romance and sex, I ended up being an introverted asexual person who wasn't really interested in relationships or sex.Like all good daytime TV, my family lost much of its financial means. We weren't poor. But we were no longer filthy rich. My parents actually had to budget and buy stuff when there was a sale! Oh,the horror!We moved to the US in 2000. I went to college and against my father's wishes, decided to study art. I'll have to give it to my dad, being an Asian father, he wasn't happy that I studied such a useless subject, but he was supportive (as in he didn't cut me off). He told everyone I studied graphic design, as if that somehow made it better than “art".I was never a good student to begin with. I didn't go to the Ivy Leagues. My art degree didn't get me anywhere, neither did art history, theater or 3D animation. I was often the best in my class, but best in a regional university is mediocre when put on a global scale. Despite being a mediocre student, I did enjoy learning new things. I still do. Learning about random things I didn't know before often brings me great joy.Learning things and creating things are my greatest joys in life. All that art school didn't really make me a competitive artist. I was, as I said, mediocre at best. As an artist I was (and still am) willful, which is a bad characteristic for the commercial artists… disastrous for mediocre commercial artists. I only draw portraits. I only draw stuff I like. I do poorly with commissions. I can't keep simple commitments.Suffice to say, I was doomed to make a living with art. But that wasn't my only worry at the time.As you can imagine, growing up in such a dysfunctional family I had a lot of baggage. I went into counseling for a period of time during graduation school, that really helped me a lot. I started to grow (a bit late, I know) into my own self instead of trying (and failing) to be the person my father wanted me to be, or, more precisely, who I thought my father wanted me to be. In reality, I don't think my dad had any expectations from me since high school.Out of some weird turn of events, I was involved in the BDSM community for a few years. Had my one and only “serious" relationship and decided it just wasn't worth my time.By 2008, I was a mess. I was well into my late 20s. Other people my age would get married, have children and steady jobs and probably already bought their first house… while I was ridiculously overeducated and absurdly unemployable. I lived with my parents, I was laid off from my previous dead end job, I had one failed, completely dysfunctional relationship which I pretended that never happened, I sent out 20 email job applications every day and I didn't know what to do with my life.In early 2010, I finally landed my first gaming industry job. Of all the degrees and skills I earned in my nearly 10 years of college education, I landed this job because I was bilingual.It turned out I was actually a pretty good project manager. My stepmom didn't believe it. She had always seen me as this messy absent-minded loser who couldn't organize anything. But I was good at organizing things, budgets and schedules. I never learned project management, but somehow it all came naturally to me. It just made sense. I mean, after all, project management really is just common sense. So… out of all of the exciting things you can do in video game industry, I ended up doing the most boring thing, basically middle management nobody likes and who doesn't really contribute anything solid to the development.Still, I love my job. I love what I do.I've worked for big publishers,start-ups,on console titles and PC titles,web games and Facebook games (yes,I did).Somewhere along the way, I published a book about Renaissance Italy, which… rated poorly on Douban because I pissed off a lot of people with my “white-lefty" sentiments. I'm not saying my book is any good. But judging from the comments left on my book page, obviously most of them never read it. They just came to give my book a 1 star (out of 5) because they don't like how I talked about feminism…. and give out spoilers about Murder on the Orient Express.Now I live in San Diego with my cat Jonesy.I'm translating a book (which I should be working on right now instead of procrastinating on Quora). I continue to write my renaissance story (I don't think my publisher would publish any more of that story, but I must finish it). I'm planning another story (in English).My life so far has been pretty uneventful, especially compared to my parents and all my relatives. But perhaps I could write interesting and exciting stories, even if I myself would most likely live out my life in peace and solitude.A book, my cat and San Diego city lights. This is my life now.