‘Isten segítsen’ – An American warship’s message to Hungarian freedom fighters in 1956

A peculiar photo surfaced a few weeks ago from Canada: a distant message to Hungarians from 1956, taken from an American aircraft carrier. On the deck, the crew forms huge letters, and the Yankee sailors come together to create a Hungarian-language inscription: “Isten segítsen” (God help you). What could be the story behind this image, and who is the unknown sailor who initiated the Hungarian message from the deck of the USS Coral Sea? Solidarity, a prayer, a tribute to a revolution left to fend for itself – one of the 200,000 refugees from 1956 donated the 200,000th photo to Fortepan.

Instead of a series of images, this time only a single photograph appears in the Fortepan selection, and notably, this photo is the 200,000th piece in Hungary’s private photo album. The shot was likely taken at the end of 1956 or early 1957, depicting an American aircraft carrier anchored off Naples from a bird’s-eye view. On the USS Coral Sea, sailors stand in a special formation among military planes, spelling out the Hungarian-language message: “Isten segítsen” (God help you).

The Coral Sea was one of the large Midway-class aircraft carriers of the U.S. Navy. Its history spans the Cold War period: it was launched in 1947, the year Hungary was Sovietized, and although it bore the nickname “Ageless Warrior,” it was decommissioned in 1990, the year of the regime change. In the 1950s, it spent most of its time in the Mediterranean, and apart from this image, it had few Hungarian connections.

At the end of October 1956, during the days of the Hungarian Revolution, it was deployed to the Middle East due to another major global event—the Suez Crisis—which partially diverted Western public attention from Hungary to evacuate American citizens from Alexandria and Haifa.

According to recollections, there was also a Hungarian-American sailor serving on the Coral Sea—perhaps as a helmsman. He was likely the one who suggested that the money originally collected as a Christmas gift for the crew be donated to help Hungarian refugees instead. This initiative was signed by everyone on the aircraft carrier, and a total of $7,500 was offered to the fund aiding the refugees.

It is possible that he also proposed that the crew form the huge Hungarian-language message on the deck. However, we do not know the name or story of the Hungarian sailor. If anyone has information about him, we would appreciate it if they wrote to us; perhaps together we can piece together the unknown fragments of this story.

The American foreign policy also sought to capitalise on the striking gesture of solidarity with Hungary, the crushed revolution, and the Hungarian refugees. The aerial photo may have been taken for this reason: copies of the photo were circulated among the Hungarian refugees, and even trips were organised for them to Naples to see the aircraft carrier.

This photograph eventually reached a 13-year-old Hungarian boy. I. Béla Barabás was an eighth-grade student when he left Hungary with his family in December 1956. Béla’s family lived in Tósokberénd, near Ajka, during the revolution. His father previously worked as an agronomist in Rákosi’s era’s major agricultural experiment, focusing on the introduction of cotton cultivation in Középhídvég, Tolna County.

However, he was unwilling to join the party even when persuaded, and when the cotton project failed, he also had to leave, leading the family to move to Veszprém County. During the revolution, the family held a vote: involving the children, they voted on whether to leave or stay. His father and brother voted to leave, while his mother and sister voted to stay in Hungary, so ultimately, Béla’s vote decided the outcome, and he chose the adventure.

Initially, they only made it to Győr, where his mother suffered a nervous breakdown while waiting for their transfer.

“We’re leaving our whole life behind, we don’t even know which country we’re going to, and we don’t speak the language.”

They returned home, but a week later, they set off again towards the Austrian border.

“Everyone brought a small bag; one contained family photos, but we could hardly take anything with us.”

— said I. Béla Barabás, a retired landscape architect from Saskatoon, Canada

In November, it was still easy to cross the border, but by mid-December, when they finally made up their minds, the situation was no longer so simple.

“My father didn’t want to go with a large group, so we set off alone from Sopron. It was seven in the evening, and there was a curfew. Someone offered to help us cross for money. We gave him what we had; I remember he smelled like alcohol. ‘Follow this path; Austria is that way,’ he said, more or less, and then we parted ways. The path ended soon; there was mud and rain, and we walked in the dark until three in the morning. We heard dogs barking, and from a distance, machine guns firing, but after a while, we encountered a border guard who spoke German. We made it across.”

This was the main route for emigration in the last weeks of 1956. By the time the Barabás family made it out, Austria was practically full, and the refugee camps were packed. By then, the background agreement had been established that Austria would only serve as a “first refuge,” and the long-term accommodation would be taken on by other countries.

The 13-year-old Béla’s most vivid memory from their three-day stay in Austria was that he received a pocket knife as a gift—his first personal knife. From Vienna, they were taken by closed train to Rome, where they stayed until May 1957.

There weren’t many Hungarians in Italy yet; the first arrivals caused quite a sensation, and interview crews were everywhere.