#OTD in 1943, the Brooklyn-class light cruiser USS St. Louis (CL-49) lost part of its bow after being hit by a torpedo during the Battle of Kolombangara. The crooked ship was repaired and returned to combat operations within 4 months.

On this day in 1943, during the dark and desperate fight for control of the Solomon Islands, one of the U.S. Navy’s most storied cruisers, USS St. Louis (CL-49), became a living testament to the endurance and determination that defined the American war effort in the Pacific. On the night of July 12-13, in the chaotic, gun- and torpedo-filled waters off Kolombangara, the “Lucky Lou”—as she was fondly known—would be not so lucky. Yet what followed would turn her ordeal into naval legend.
The Night Waters of Ironbottom Sound
USS St. Louis was a Brooklyn-class light cruiser, a fast, sleek warship bristling with fifteen 6-inch guns—the kind of vessel built for the deadly dance of night surface action that hallmarked the Pacific campaign. She’d already seen hard fighting at Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal, and Kula Gulf. But nothing would quite compare to the carnage and confusion of the Battle of Kolombangara.
The U.S. task group, escorting transports and Australian warships, was searching for a Japanese “Tokyo Express” force racing to reinforce their embattled garrison. As darkness fell, St. Louis and her sister ships plunged into a frantic melee of whirling searchlights, thundering salvos, and the ever-present, silent threat: the deadly Japanese Long Lance torpedo.
The Torpedo Strike and the Crooked Bow
Shortly past midnight, the battle erupted in all its fury. St. Louis poured fire at Japanese shapes dodging in and out of the haze, her guns pounding and dodging. Suddenly, lookouts shouted a warning—a wake in the water, too close to dodge. The Long Lance torpedo, famed for speed and devastating punch, slammed beneath her waterline, just aft of her bow.
The explosion was tremendous. The sea exploded upward, steel buckled and plates parted, and a chunk of St. Louis’ bow was blown away. In an instant, the forward decks twisted and jagged metal jutted where the graceful bow had been. Water crashed in, bulkheads buckled, and for a terrible moment it seemed the Lucky Lou might not live up to her nickname. But watertight doors had been closed and crews drilled for disaster. St. Louis began to list, wounded but afloat and able to continue firing her guns.
The Will to Survive
Even with her bow chewed away and decks awash, St. Louis’ crew kept fighting. Emergency teams battled flooding with sandbags and pumps. The cruiser withdrew under her own power—crooked, down at the prow, but defiant—making her way to the repair base at Tulagi, then Espiritu Santo. Incredibly, there had been only minor casualties, a testament to luck, training, and the division of the forward compartments.
A photograph from that night—St. Louis limping home, her proud bow reduced to a twisted, crooked wreck—captured the undying will of the U.S. Navy’s fighting ships and the crews who sailed them.
Four Months to Fight Again
Repairs began immediately. Part of the bow was temporarily sealed with wooden planking and steel braces at Tulagi. Then, in an extraordinary feat of wartime ingenuity, St. Louis set course for the massive repair yards at Mare Island, California. There, shipfitters and welders worked around the clock, refashioning her shattered prow with new steel plates and internal frames.
Within four months—an astonishingly short time given the extent of the damage—the Lucky Lou was whole again, her scars a badge of honor. By November 1943, she steamed back into the Pacific, thirsting for battle, her firepower undiminished.
A Legend Returns
Upon her return, St. Louis wasted no time resuming her role. She would support the invasion of the Marshall Islands, bombard enemy positions in the Marianas, and dodge yet another torpedo off Leyte Gulf. The Lucky Lou lived up to her name in the end, surviving the Pacific campaign to see the end of the war—a battle-hardened, crooked-bowed veteran that never surrendered, no matter the odds.
The Enduring Courage of the “Lucky Lou”
The saga of USS St. Louis at Kolombangara is more than just a story of steel and fire. It’s a testament to the seamanship, training, and raw courage of the American sailor. When disaster struck, they didn’t fold—they fought, adapted, and overcame. Their ship, bruised and battered, became a rallying symbol, her zigzag course a mark of determination to fight back twice as hard.
Eighty-one years later, the memory of that night endures—a crooked bow pointing defiantly back into the teeth of the enemy and a promise that America’s warriors, like the Lucky Lou, could weather any storm and return when needed most.