My dad didn’t say too much about his war years, but he did tell a story of being blown overboard off the stern when the Mazama either was struck by a Kaiten torpedo or hit a mine. He and fellow shipmate Bob Hockman both went in the water and swam from the vessel, thinking it would sink and were picked up later by a rescue boat. Then they worked with crew to repair the Mazama and headed to San Francisco for further repairs.
Dad lived a great life in Alaska after WWII. He passed away in 2006. God bless all veterans!