On the Hornet my Dad's battle station was in a gun director on the ship's island. He had a 5" AAA battery. Lost comm with it and rec'd permission to check on it during a lull in action. Almost everybody was dead, mashed into inseparable heaps of smoky bloody organs and meat -- eviscerated piles entangled with twisted pieces of the ship. he collected as many dogtags as he could find while slipping across the blood-slicked deck. His memories of that horror were quite vivid when told and retold.