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Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Checked out the site recently and am impressed at how much its grown. I've been meaning to send you some pics for awhile so here
they are. This is just a few of the ones I have. You might recognize a few people. Check them out and feel free to post any or all of
Happy New Year,
Love Those Pictures!
Thanks for the pictures Rich! It was great
seeing them old faces again. I had to laugh when I saw the
picture of Rod Andrews in Africa. He certainly looked much
better in that picture than what I remembered of him in Africa.
Here's what I recall of the day: Dicko, Q and I went ashore
together. We braved the cattle boat ride over (~2 hrs in a
cramped, hot, rust bucket) only to find the beach was pretty lacking
in accommodations. Since we didn't want to go through two
liberty boat ordeals in one day, we took a cab to the outskirts of
town, hoping to find somewhere to stay. After many no
vacancies we found a hotel that wasn't exactly
paradise but it had one room left and they were willing to let us
have it for some outrageous price (~$200). We were stuck between a rock and a hard place so we forked over our
Shillings and the guy gave us a key to our room. When we opened
the door we found the room's air
conditioner lying on the floor--it had fallen through the
ceiling! We complained to the management and they found us
(surprise) another room. This room had reptiles in the bathtub
but at least it had a working air conditioner.
It was a pretty relaxing day after that. We
pretty much sat pool-side, drinking and such. At
night we were too scared to venture away from the hotel so we went to the hotel's restaurant for dinner. The place
was empty except for Rod Andrews and some others. I can't
remember who else was there. (Was it you and Rollo?)
Anyway, as we sat there waiting for our dinner a very
drunk and disorderly Rod was ranting and raving at the other
table. We couldn't figure out what was wrong. Rod was
drunk, true, but he was usually pretty mellow on such
occasions. It only got worse as the waiters brought more beers
and wine to his table. After about an hour or two, Rod [and his table]
got up and left, swearing at the waiters and anyone else who
cared. On the way out we stopped him and asked what was up and
he told us that they had been waiting for over 3 hrs and still
hadn't gotten their dinner. It wasn't like the place was
mobbed or anything. We waited about 3 hrs too, and like Rod
and his gang, gave the waiters (and whoever else would listen) a piece
of our minds as we left, too.
Later that night we nursed a few cases of Tusker
Beer by the pool while making a tape for my girlfriend (now
wife). I sent the tape to her and we still have it.
Whenever I listen to it [I dubbed it "Moonlight in
Mombassa"] I laugh and reflect on how drunk we were. If I
remember correctly, that tape got me into trouble because I orated a
poem to my beloved, and got the color of her eyes wrong.
On a funny note I remember telling people (since
every one was asking) that we only paid $10 for our room. All
the other squids got ripped off like we did and it was like adding
salt to their wounds when they thought they were the only ones that
I also remember J. Rollo. Wasn't his dad a
jeweler or something? I think he was the one who used to wear a real Rolex
watch down the plant, while the rest of us wore those fake HK
RM-Div'r, 70's Style!
My name is Mark H. Schall. I served in RM division, in 4-plant, from 1977
to 1980. Please add me to your roster. My e-mail address is email@example.com
Another Arggh! Tale!
About the time I got married in 1986, my wife saw me in the bathroom leaving a leak. She said, "What are you doing? Holding
up the wall?" I didn't know what she meant at first, then noticed she was looking at my hand, which was on the wall, above the
toilet and I was kinda leaning against it. After thinking about it for a minute, I told her it must have been an old habit from my
drinking days, trying to keep from falling down (as Dirtbag was kind enough to imply).
A few years later, in fall of 1988, I was sent to San Jose for a training class at the GE training center. I brought the old lady
along; got to bring her for the cost of the plane ride (the utility I was working for was paying for the apartment and food). We
drove past the old Arrgh! hangouts in Hayward and Alameda. I actually got to show her the Big "E" in her berth outside the
base in Alameda. Remember the side street that ended near the back of the base, and you could look right at the fantail through
the fence there? Unfortunately, it was the day before she left for a cruise, so I couldn't get aboard for a tour (darn the bad
timing)! Instead, we went to Fisherman's Warf in SF and took the Alcatraz Island cruise (my first cruise since the Navy) and
went past the island, checked out the docks, etc. You know, the 1 hour tour thing. During the ride, I had to leave one, and
went to the head (appropriate term here, since it was aboard a boat). While going, I realized why I did the hand over the toilet
thing! It was to keep from pissin' everywhere but in the urinal!
Turns out it was an old Navy habit, but one I frequently see repeated in public restrooms. Every once in a while I'll ask the guy
I see doing it what ship they were on. Every time I have, the guy was ex-Navy, and asked how I knew ....
Arrgh! (still holding up the wall after 20 years)
Modern EE Type!
|So how's life on the Big E
today? Does the current RO ever wear the Mooj Minion
T-shirt I sent him?
Cruiser ELTs Were Clean!
One quick cruiser sea story (circa 1985). A Norfolk based cruiser was
deployed and, as you know, ship's laundry did not do civvies. CGNs did,
however, come with a nice Maytag washer and dryer setup for a decon laundry (unused, as
tenders and shipyards took care of this for CGNs). So the ELTs on this fine
nuclear vessel decided to make use of the facilities to wash civilian clothes
prior to a port visit. A box of Tide, a little time and no problem. The ELTs
hit the beach in clean duds.
Three weeks or so later, sample from the contaminated storage tank
come in about 10x higher activity levels than the month before. Seems the trusty
Tide combined with some moderate rolls unstuck several year's worth of crud
from the tank walls.
The CRA wrote up some BS about high seas. I dunno if he ever knew the true
.... More From the Cruiser Ghost:
Why Cruiser Nukes Were Sometimes Full of Shit:
For those unfamiliar with the CGN-38 Class sewage system
(CHT system), it
was basically holding tanks of about 12 hour capacity with pump to shift
tank contents over the side (or to shore side hose) when tanks were full.
The system was designed to reduce weight, with smallest practical diameter of
So, take a few years of seawater flushes and sailor processed beer and bug
juice, the piping and check valves are clogged internally with scale. So
our fine CGN makes a 6 weeks REFTRA trip to Cuba. There were NINE days of
that damned trip when the contents of the CHT tanks were NOT pumped into
heads between MM and EM berthing. You could be in the shower, a slight
rumble, and the section of the head containing the urinals, toilets and
sinks would be filled to the combing (about ten inches) with water and a
fine collection of brown trout. A careful guy could sort of swing across the
overhead from the shower area across the shit pond to berthing (about 10
feet across maybe).
The flow was something to see, would come from toilets in a high arc that
would hit the metal ceiling tiles in the head. Heavy rolls or a particularly
vigorous flow would pass over the combing and into berthing. Bottom racks
can be a curse at times.
As I say, this occurred at least once a day for all but 9 days of the
little 6 week cruise. So when you think some poor cruiser nuke is so full of
shit that he must have brown eyes, you may be right. He got them the hard
PS: Yeah, at least once a guy (can't remember the guy's name) was actually in situ when the pumps started. After that we pretty much left the
stall doors hooked open so a fast exit was available.
PPS: About cruiser vulnerability to missile fire. The 38 class had hulls of
HY80 steel, a mighty 3/8 of an inch thick! Easy to show core protection
because after a missile hit, the thing would sink fast enough to prevent
Anchor Tavern, PI and other musings
M. Link Esq writes of the Anchor Tavern and it's owner. His name was Napkin Moore. First name I think was Jim, but everyone
called him Napkin. He was a 2 plant RO and got out shortly after we hit the yards in 1979. I don't recall for sure how he got the
name, but there was a story about an RO that got a head relief. On the way back he picked up a Pay Day candy bar, spread some
peanut butter from the mess decks on it, wrapped it in a napkin and brought it back to the EOS. When the other RO asked him
about his BM, he broke out the napkin and contents and showed it to the other guy. The EOOW was of the squeamish ring -knocker
variety and didn't react well when the second RO liked what he saw and took a bite of it. Maybe it's an urban legend, I don't know...it
happened before I got there.
I used to have one of those tokens, man that brings back some memories. I used to get so wasted in that bar. Rainier Ale...just
loved the stuff. I think I was there when Ben Hunt hit that guy. Ben was a good guy. I think he was a friend of Lon Weber and Greg
DuBois. I saw Greg's picture on the cover of Nuclear Professional a few years ago. He was working for one of the Commonwealth
Edison plants ion training. I used to keep in touch with Lon but lost track. I think he's still in Phoenix.
I got a Christmas card from Denver D. a couple weeks ago. I'm a Husker fan, he likes the Buffaloes. It was his turn to rub it in this
year. Well, we had a good run anyway.
Someone asked how I got my name. My first night out in PI, along with Bob Olsen, Ron Hayden, Rex Campbell, Meatsball and
others, it got very drunk out. As I was heading back to the ship, I thought it would be a good idea to lighten my load and puked over
the side of Shit River bridge. Unfortunately there was a girl in a Bongo
(banca) boat right below. Instead of throwing peso's, I hurled
chunks. So Bongo Bill became my Dopey book name.
I used to pal around with Steve Arias on the Big E and in San Diego later. If anyone knows his whereabouts let me know. He was a
In my era, there was a large Wog faction. I guess it was our form of anarchy or defiance but many of us never participated. To tell you the
truth, I never felt bad about it once. I did have to stand watch for someone who did want to do it though.
Looking through the cruisebook, I see Mike Je__ett's picture. Mike was one of those guys that nature never gave a break to ...so we
didn't either. We used to torment him so when he was the charging watch, we'd play this game in EOS. We'd call him to go
downstairs to lineup the bilge to drain or whatever. As soon as he got there, we'd call him back upstairs. Up and down, up and down
until he finally blew up. Mike had a cleft palate and about 90% of his body was covered in tattoos. They referred to him as The
Illustrated Man and The Walking Comic Book in the Dopey Book. Mike took a ceramics class in Bangor when we were in the yards.
After TMI, Mike made a bunch of "Cooling Tower" coffee mugs that were pretty cool. Sold quite a few. Mike really wasn't a bad guy
and didn't deserve a fraction of the grief inflicted on him. He was just an easy target.
Mike Anglada was another guy that had an interesting story. The only time Mike left the base in Subic was to volunteer for one of
those Habitat for Humanity things like building churches etc. He wasn't the first guy you'd call to go party with but I wouldn't mind
having him for a neighbor nowadays. Anyway, walking thru Olongapo, one of the street vendors was selling puppies. Mike thought
one would make a nice gift for one his local church friends. Before he could say anything, that puppy was quartered and wrapped in
newspaper, ready for the grill. Wasn't what he had in mind, I don't think.
The first time we pulled into Subic, the local police wanted to see Ron Hayden. He thought he was screwed, just didn't know what
for. Turns out, a guy had stolen his watch the previous cruise and had been rotting in the city jail for at least a year waiting for Ron to
ID him. Lucky for that guy, Ron didn't get sent to the East Coast or that guy would still probably be there. Martial law was in effect
and those guys didn't screw around.
RM22's (and others) hangout in PI was the Palladium where they made the best Mojo and had the worst band...the Mighty Its. Let's
just say they weren't going to be playing at the New Florida anytime soon. They'd get a standing O every time the power would go
out (a frequent occurrence). We'd often stay at the Plaza hotel, Olongapo's only decent place. There was a midnight curfew and
Shore Patrol would group up by the Plaza and clean the streets and bars of sailors. We'd bomb them with beer bottles from the roof
of the Plaza. Sometimes we'd stay at the Marmont, out past Subic City. That was very cool.
please add my name to the list of alumni
Rick Newman (Chester)
I love this site. It brings back so many memories
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Speaking of Jobs ....
The other day someone called me and asked me if I
wanted a job. It was some headhunter guy. I was
perplexed as to how this person knew me and he told me he found my
resume on the web. He was looking for a risk management
guy. I laughed since the only resume I have posted is the one
on this site. I had to decline but it could have been a good
deal for someone else. As of now I only have a few resumes on
the site; maybe someday someone else might
offer an ex nuke a job. You could be next!!!
From an Anonymous INPO guy
(message yanked at sender's request)
Another 70s MM!
Ron Ogan, MM1 Reactor #4 CRAO, Shutdown Watch, Throttles, Feed Station, Reactor Aux, CTG Flats, Control Pt. Access
Watch. 1974-78 Served from 72-78 Bainbridge MD, Saratoga Springs NY S3G, made the last war cruise to Vietnam. I owe a lot
of cigarettes to a lot of good people.
No Shit, Joe .... (From Arggh!)
The US Navy will be implementing a new catch and release program in its war
on terrorism. This new program targets smaller terrorist cells and fringe
groups for the purposes of intelligence gathering.
Once these small groups are captured and interrogated, they are then
released as seen here in this Navy photo....
The other day I was in the post office and used one of their
"Government" style pens to fill out something. It
was one of those black U.S. Official skillcraft pens, like the ones we used
in the navy. I had this unnatural urge to pull apart the pen
and remove the silver cap on the "clicker." When I
did this I found it to be white (plastic) underneath--like most of the
pens we had in the navy. Remember how everyone took off these
caps to see what color the plastic push rod mechanism was?
Most were white but a few [rare] ones were red. When you found
a red one you saved it. It was
like a good luck charm or something. Was I the only one who did this?
Hm. I don't remember seeing anyone check the color under the button. Then
again, with the passing years I can't even remember where we kept the engine
room stash of pens. I do remember them being used many times for emergency
cigarette lighters, particularly by SROs. That went this way: Unscrew pen,
remove spring, pop the light out of battle lantern, put the spring across
the two spikes inside, turn on switch ... and instant light. Seemed to nicely
re-temper the springs too.
One slight trick the shutdown mechanic or electrician would play on a nub
SRO. There were no coke machines (cans, I mean) on a cruiser. So on about
second watch of a new nub, the mechanic would hit the pier to "check potable
water" or the electrician to "check shore power." En route, get two or three
cokes for the SRO. Then the electrician and mechanic adjourn to the other
plant, leaving the SRO to explode his bladder. Minor fun I suppose, but good
fun none the less.
I am not sure those who spent sea duty only on carriers can understand how
empty a small ship can be in port nights/weekends. The topsiders generally
were in 5 section duty, the nukes in three. Comes out, I think, to something
like 80 guys on board. Tours of out of plant spaces were quite and solitary.
Shutdown electricians toured diesel generator and switchgear rooms, and
could hang out in either plant. Mechanics toured both engine rooms, shaft
alleys and 4 aux rooms. Engineering duty officer and EDPO were supposed
to tour all in and out of plant spaces daily (or was it once day and once at
Not that this always happened. Around 1986, one of the shaft alley's filled
up to deck plate level with inleakage from the shaft seal (a small but
constant leak). A T-div nub climbed down to shaft alley on a Monday morning
(I think it was Monday), started to open the small WT door to shaft alley,
and got douched with seawater. Big flap, they called away a flooding
casualty, and decided to burn the MMs on watch. Funny thing, the EDOs
and EDPOs had all signed off that night, and the previous nights for shaft alley
tours. So ... lots of shit in plant for everyone, but no court martial or mast.
That night I did have to show a couple of the officers how to find the out
of plant spaces they had been "touring" for the past few months. No incident
report either as I recall (memories do fade) as shaft alley belonged to the
nukes, but was not a nuclear sort of space.
Moral of this story? "Dirtbag ringworm officer types can be your best
More Thoughts ....
Mike Je__ett came back to the pig in the early 80's and we were not nice to
him at all. He was working on getting the other 10% of his body filled in
and we referred to him as the illustrated moron. The LL watches would talk
to each other and page his ass from one side to the other and one or the
other routinely got him with a water trap.
How little respect we had for ourselves that we would p*ss in soda cans,
poly bottles, funnels, and last but not least that huge toilet known
affectionately as the bilge. I can remember filling three cans in one lovely
SRO watch, hey cruiser dude you would be amazed how lonely a carrier is at
5am inport it is just the SRO and the Log Dog. 1000ml poly bottles are a
gift from heaven at times like that.
ARRGH do you remember the name of the RM type who commenced to puking
flats at the sounding of C note upon leaving Bremerton, if I recall we were
not even rotating shafts but had just thrown back the first line.
|If I'm not mistaken, Mike
Je__ett was on the Big E during the '86 cruise. I'm
sure of it. He was an MM1 by then but something was
going on with him. He was in some sort of trouble but
I don't remember the details. [Someone
emailed me about this later and I decided that the topic
should not be discussed any further on this site.]
He really stood out because of
those colorful tattoos.
Those Lonely Inport Midwatches
Now that I think back to those long ago SRA days,
the plants really were like ghost towns. The SRE had either
the two fwd plants or the two aft plants to patrol (not to mention
the fwd or aft messdecks). Most of my watch was spent shooting
the shit with the SRO of my choice. The cold iron guy (and
anyone else that was on watch) would probably be in EOS
too. The thing that sucked most was doing those damn midwatch
entries. The SRE had 4 sets of logs (2 CRER and 2 SRE) and it would take almost a full hour to get those stupid things
When I was RE, though, I remember writing lots of stupid things in my midwatch
entries, trying to use almost a full page to list every minute
detail possible. We had contests to see who could do the
longest and most creative midwatch entry. Sometimes I even did them in verse. No one
seemed to appreciate it though. I think once an MTT guy
spotted one of these laborious entries while reviewing logs and
mentioned it in his report and we were warned via an RCA memo not to
do them anymore.
The Cinema Pub
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Suppose to be a good place to work.
Hey, I get my anthrax shot this weekend ! What a deal. I knew it was a smart move to join the reserves!
I'll let you figure out if I'm serious or not.....
Nuke school memory ... Remember the Cinema Pub? It was a movie theatre where you could drink, smoke and order meals. You
sat at a table. Cost $1.00 to get in on a midnight show and would spend $20.00 (1981) on beer and pizza. One night I went with a
buddy on my motorcycle and after getting pretty wasted got lost on the way home. We were cruising at 2 AM in the "Non tourist"
section of Orlando and looking for a cop to get directions. I decided to run all red lights and stop signs till a cop pulled me over so I
could ask them how to get home. After about two dozen or so infractions we pulled on to
OBT. I remember pulling a nice long
wheely past the gate guards on the base. Guess they were used to drunks pulling in
'cause no one chased us. Well keep up the good work on the
|Boy, do I ever remember the
Cinema Pub! That was the place several classmates and
I began what turned out to be a notorious night. What
occurred would later be called The Picture Incident. I have purposely avoided this story to
wit, although it was touched upon briefly by my old RE
chief Randy Shackett. This incident almost resulted in
the de-nuking of my entire class (8502 B), or , at least a
major portion of the class. We were in deep doo-doo I
tell ya, and it looked pretty bleak. I was somewhat
innocent but was dubbed "the ring-leader."
I have no idea why (I say this tongue-in-cheek).
of the action went on behind the scenes and we didn't
realize how much trouble we were in until long after the
"doo-doo" had hit the fan and bounced a few times. It was
basically a misunderstanding that was passed up the chain of
command and when the CO heard it, most of the details were
greatly exaggerated. There was even an NIS investigation. I still sweat bullets thinking about
Anyway, back to the Cinema Pub. On
that ominous night we saw the movie Repo Man.
It was a great flick and a great place to see it.
Skilcraft pens! I have one in front of me right now, even says "US
Government" on it. :-) Must have fallen into my pocket last time I was
inspecting the Navy base. White clicker.
Many memories of steamer watches overseas. I think it was when we visited
Hobart in '76 that I was standing midwatch Feed Control in 2 plant when I
sat down for a few minutes and woke up 3 hours later. DOH! I knew I was
screwed until I looked at the log. The PPWS had been by twice while I was
out and initialed the log. He was a Senior Chief who shall remain nameless,
but I bought him a beer the next time I saw him in town.
Then there was the M-Div guy who was trapped in the plant and decided to
piss into a funnel under a steam trap. Unfortunately, he swayed a bit and
branded the head with the trap. OUCH!
Yeah, Jim "Napkin" Moore was the guy. One of the barmaids was having
problems with her mom; she was going to have her daughter taken away. Since
I was taking flight school for a commercial license at the time (with the GI
Bill picking up 90%) one night after she got off work I flew her and her
daughter to Bend, OR where she had a friend she could stay with.
I spent a lot of time playing cribbage with Mike Jessett on the '78
WestPac. Early on in the cruise he said he was going to quit smoking (he chain
smoked). To give him some incentive I bet him something like $10 he
wouldn't last the cruise, every time I caught him with a cig we'd double or
nothing. I think he owed me somewhere over $10,000 - I let him off for $20.
I wonder where he ended up, I Googled and didn't get any relevant hits.
I was on Throttles in 3 Plant on a midwatch when we were in the IO after
leaving Mombasa in '78 when Idi Amin invaded Somalia and (IIRC) took some
Americans hostage. All I remember is we were chatting about a stop in PI to
visit town one last time, Pearl to pick up the "Tigers" then home to
Alameda. The bell went from Standard to Flank then the rudders swung over
and we turned 180 degrees and headed back (3 EOS had repeaters for all that
stuff - it was secondary Central.) We sat off that coast for a week or two
with some funny looking bombs on the A-6s that had a fully armed Marine at
each wingtip and nose and tail. Somewhere I still have photos of those
bombs. Then headed back, stopped for 2 days in PI, missed Pearl and still
got back to Alameda almost on time.
Mikey- I think the RM type who puked his guts out at "C" note was named Summa. I don't remember his first name. It was
amazing. He was the only guy I knew that got sea sick the entire time I was on the E. I do remember almost talking myself into
being sick once staring at the SG level panel during some pretty heavy seas. That could get intense!
I also remember the Cinema Pub, but I can't remember anything that ever happened there. I can't imagine why...
One of the best bars in the States had to have been the old Level III in Orlando! You could rock out to the live band upstairs,
then head down to the disco joint in the basement to pick up chicks. I hated disco so much I'd rather go home with
I did know quite a few guys who scored that scene. They had very cheap Jack Daniels, I remember that. And the dance floor
that had lights underneath it.
Hey, Mikey Noland; how many screw heads in 4 EOS would you guess were super glued on by the time you got off the pig? I
know I personally glued about a dozen of them...
|One of my favorite bars in
Orlando was this place called Tom's Point After, it was up
by the college. Lots of college girls there and they
had this deal where you could buy a glass for $5 and then
have the bartender fill it with whatever you wanted for the
entire happy hour. We prided ourselves on getting our
money's worth. One night my good friend Dave
Freisleben and I were up there and pulled some girl from a
burning wreck. Her car got totaled by some guy in a
Corvette. After saving the girl we had to split the
scene because it was a duty night. When the police
arrived they were looking for the "heroes" but we
knew better than to attract unwanted attention to ourselves. I
also got my ass kicked harder than I ever got it kicked
anywhere else on this Earth at that place. The
sad thing was it was by two lesbians. I must of said
something derogatory to them. I think they even busted
a beer bottle over my head. I don't remember anything
about it--basically I was told of the ordeal by compatriots, who did every thing they could to get me out of
there before the beating took place. There was another
place called Park Ave or something. It had punk rock
"Spit" night every Wednesday. Kevin Kidder
and I were frequent attendees and pretty well known among
the local hooligans. They had no idea we were
squids. I still have a picture of us dressed up as
punks. I'll have to find it and post it.
There is no room for levity in nuclear power!
Your talk of long form logs reminds me of a nice little incident (followed
by a mast). Our Good Cruiser was not long back from a Med run, safely in
home port for Christmas. We were all warned that NO jokes or notations
(poetry, etc) about Christmas in the logs would be tolerated. Somewhere
around 3 am on Christmas morning the NR guy paid a visit to the plant. The
mechanic was taking 4.0 logs on lower level, wearing a Santa Claus hat.
Well, the EDO was dragged out of bed, incident report written, and the poor
bugger sent to mast (but not de-nuked as I recall).
Lots of stories come to mind reading the postings on this site, mostly about
the way some of our "leaders" treated us. (After getting out, I ended up with a
degree in "Leadership Studies"...my nuke years giving me some good and many
bad examples of leaders).
One quick note about the yards. We were in the yards for a fast SRA (just a few
months) to have all sea-chests replaced (they were made of defective alloy)
and a resin change. No barge or barracks were available, so the duty section
and us poor bastard bachelors had to live on board. In dry dock, no steam
for heat ... and down to upper 20s. Don't know if I have ever been so damned
cold. No problem with gays then, a shower with 33 degree water enforced
purity. Anyhow, the solid plant watch was stationed on lower level, with a
hull cut to the dry dock about two feet away. The SRO had a TV cam that
looked over the SP watch's shoulder, so EOS could read the gauge. About ten
hours into a 12 hour solid plant watch, the mechanic decided to piss down
into the drydock. Unfortunately, the engine room fans kept a negative air
pressure. He pissed down the missing sea chest ... and the air flow blew the
piss back onto his shoes at legs ... but he was too tired to notice. He got
relieved at 6 am, then worked to clear some tags. At 8 am we got off
duty ... and then had two hours of training. In the warmth of the training
trailer we all noticed a pronounced smell of piss ... checked the coke cans and
trash cans ... thinking a yard bird had left a present. Odor was traced to the
SP watch, who finally realized what happened. Not really surprising, you
were always up at least 24 straight on those yard watches, then training and
stuff after. Good thing we were mostly young then.
Orlando Nightlife ....
KP - I remember the PointAfter, and didn't care for the distinct Anti-Naval atmosphere there. I recall more than once leaving
in a big hurry to avoid beer bottle "bashes" myself! Why my buddies insisted on going in spite of the bad vibes I don't
know. Perhaps the lure of the female of the species...
I remember doing most of the usual bars like Rosey O'Gradys, etc. We had our own little hideaway where we spent lots of
time before I went to Nuc School. It was a pond, I think it was off the same highway that lead to the PointAfter. You turned
onto this dirt driveway, doubled back through some trees, and there was this large irrigation pond. Drank lots of beer, built
fires, partied hard and even had the pleasure of some female companionship there. We watched a launch from the Cape from
there one night, and that was impressive (may have been due to certain "sensory enhancements" we were experiencing). I also
liked that restaurant, the 94th Aero Squardon, which was at the small airport near the base.
That was cool! I'm a sucker for theme restaurants!
After Nuc School started, it was the weekly excursions to New Symrna Beach that were highlighted by Saturday evenings at
PJ's in Daytona. I can't recall how many nights I spent in the hotel "Wynn Dixie", or "Piggly Wiggly", or whatever, before
spending another Sunday at the beach. No wonder I had such marginal grades in Nuc School! I still managed to avoid ever
being assigned mandatory study hours. I think I actually studied at the school, maybe, 4 or 5 times in the whole 6 months. I
have no idea how I made it, drunk EVERY night and obliterated most of them. I was hung over through many morning
sessions so badly that I could hardly understand my notes.
Our class 7904, section 12, had the worst bunch of derelicts, assorted wildmen, including the Menthol Men, and various other
wild incidents that I don't even recall, many that others had that I wasn't even aware of! We drove the chief crazy! Once, he
came in to chew us out for something, and when he pulled down the projector screen to show us something or other, there
were various tests and quizzes with the infamous "Double Unsats" and zeros, etc from those in our class. He was livid! If I
remember, I think he just walked out, because he was sooo mad, he couldn't speak.
Why?? Because, of course! I guess if I were a real philosopher, I'd have said, "Why not?", eh, Steamer? Somehow, we all
lived, and most of us even made it to prototype. Truely amazing...
Memories, Memories .....
Arggh! always seems to ignite a memory in my
head. When he mentioned that place by the lake it brought back
a not-so-funny memory. Those of you who read my Mooj story
entitled My Not So Bitchen Prom
might get a kick out of the fact that this story was based loosely
on a real-life event that occurred on that dirt road up near the
PointAfter. (Or one in that general vicinity.) Except in
real life I
didn't get killed by some psycho (like the guy in the story does). I was on that road with a girl I
had met a few weeks earlier at
the 84th Aerial Squadron. We drove along that dirt road,
looking for a desolate place to park and watch the submarine
races. After finding a place that seemed dark and secluded we commenced
to making out until headlights appeared in the rearview
mirror. The horror I describe in my story as the headlights
get closer, stop, closer, stop, etc. was accurate. Except in
real life it turned out to be some pre-teen girls, who had taken
their mom's station wagon out for a joyride and gotten it stuck in the sand.
My date and I had to help these
poor girls get their car unstuck. When we were through we were
too tired to do anything else so my date took me back to the base.
There's another story in that very same Mooj newsletter called A Sign From God. That, too
[like most of my Mooj stories] was based on a true story. I loved writing it since my grandpa was a huge
Red Sox fan all his life. As a boy I often summered in Cape
Cod and it was (and still is) my favorite place on Earth.
You'll find many Cape Cod stories among my Mooj ranting and ravings.
Rosie O' Grady's was still a happen' place in my
time; however, disco had been displaced by break dancing music. In
fact, us 8502 dudes were often seen there out on the floor, bustin' a
groove (except we were doing it because we were drunk; not so much
because we liked the music). One night we invented a dance called "the gate guard,"
which was inspired by our nuke waste brethren, who after
failing out of nuke school could often be seen standing at the
saluting in cars. The dance was basically moving your arm back
and forth across your chest, with an occasional "whoop
whoop" when an officer car came through and your arm went up to
your head. The funny thing about it was people started
to copy us and soon every one was out there on the dance floor doing
it. Sad. Or at least I thought it
Another bar we liked was called The Giraffe
Lounge, up by Disney World. Some amusing stuff happened there
that I might write about someday. But, frankly, I'm trying to
forget most of it.
Thoughts From A 60's Nuke ......
Yet another year passes. January 14th was 34 years after the fire. I often wonder how I might have
remembered my time on the Big E if it wasn't for this incident, if I might be a bit more jaded as it seems
many of the later Nukes are. I haven't seen another "squared away" Nuke (who came up with this, was
definitely smoking something) in a long, long time show up in the contact list, kind of a shame. However,
it may be just an inevitable result of our "non-computer-era" timeline. I envision some of the
guys I used to hang with in a cabin in Montana typing a manifesto (just kidding). In reality, there were
good (really good) minds that went somewhere. Lifetime incidents like the fire put a placemark in
your life. Twenty five sailors who might have had an effect on all of us aren't here. Except for the
extraordinary effort of the rest of the deck crew, this number would have been a multiple. The loss of
the ship wasn't outside the realm of possibility. We Engineering and reactor types were far below the
waterline, wondering what the Hell was happening, and hoping we were going to survive.
Just a moment to thank those who gave their lives, or were willing to do so, to make this possible.
|You mean you 60's guys weren't squared away? I changed the roster to say
"semi-squared away 60s" just to account for you
You're right Dale, not too many 60's guys
checking in. I had hoped to find lots by now but most
are probably just now exploring the web (their grandchildren
are showing them how). The 70s and 80s guys all seem
to be on-line these days and most are just now nostalgic
enough to type USS Enterprise into a search
engine. According to the CVAN/CVN Association about
60,000 nukes served on the Big E. I'm trying to find
as many of them as I can. We're about 1% of the way
The Airdale Fire of '98
I haven't looked at the site for a few months, but
it is getting better and better. Some great stories and some familiar names bring
back some funny stories. When I saw Wittkop's name I remembered the great Thanksgiving Day of 98, underway in the Med. The
highly intelligent airdales once again found a way to annoy the nukes. At about 4AM they decided to dispose of some JP5 soaked
rags in the incinerator designed for paper destruction. Funny, they couldn't figure out why the whole thing started burning. Next
thing you know, the exhaust trunk for Rx berthing is melted away, filling berthing with smoke. So, all the nukes went out to the
aft messdecks in various states of dress, mostly boxers and flip-flops. And, of course, the mess deck master-at-arms tells them
that they need to put on some clothes. So Wittkop finds a new, ecologically sound paper trash bag, cuts out holes for his head and
arms and puts it on. He even stenciled his name and crow on it, just to be 4.0. And, of course, we had women on board, and they
were less than thrilled with 500 nukes in boxers sitting on the mess decks while they were trying to eat. It still cracks me up to
remember all the things that nukes do, just to annoy the airdales.
It was good to see Mike Thomas show up on the site too. I still remember him showing his wife the proper way to use a rack in
berthing during a family day cruise. The only bad thing was, it wasn't his rack!
Thanks for keeping the site going, even if the politically correct types on Big E take some exception.
Man oh Man,
What a trip !! (That's what we said back in my day) I was trying to check
out where the Big -E might be these days and I stumbled across a link to
your site. I spent the next three hours reliving some of my past and
laughing a lot too. Schmegma house Silverton, WA., Alameda. CA, Idi
Amin, The bombing of the ship pulling the target, 6 on and 6 off, dud demo missile
launches (remember "Clear the Flight Deck!!" ) Olongapo PI (of course)..
Captain Austin, ORSE, Bremerton in dry dock.. So many memories. Anyhow,
I'd like to contribute some more later but for now Thanks for the great job
getting us all together. Nuke School was a bitch and with the lack of
people during my time, the Big-E was even worse but I wouldn't trade those
memories now for anything. To all you former and future Nukes, God Bless
You! If any of you know Greg Lawrence, Brad Davis, Tom Gonzales, Greg
Splett, Chuck Elwood, Bruce Prehal, or others from my era please send them
my contact info.
Buddy Hierholzer, EM1, RE Division, (Reactor One) 1975 - 1979, USS Enterprise, CVAN-65 and later CVN-65
Kudos From a Sub Nuke
I just came across your site by accident. Man,
what a great idea! I was a nuke on a submarine (NPS class
8103). I thought I met crazy people on my boat but they
weren't nothing like you Big E guys. I don't see any submarine
stories yet. I'll send in a few when I have some time. I
was also curious enough to explore your Mooj site. Funny
stuff! I'm reading all the newsletters and still have a ways
to go. How do you find the time to write all this stuff?
I will be sending you a check for one of your Mooj minion
T-shirts. I'll do anything to help support this site since it
is by far the funniest thing I've seen in years. Thanks again!
|Thanks for the letter
Steve. I'd love to get some bubblehead stories.
That's a whole world of deviancy yet to be explored on this
site! Thanks for the T-shirt order.
Christening Each Reactor Head
From a 90's ET:
I remember back in the yards in Newport News we had one ET, who shall remain
unidentified, who had a big plan to, shall we say, make a deposit on the top
of each reactor head. I think he got most of them also. Around the time
of the 96 cruise we also had a guy down in EE berthing who was a conventional Electrician, who decided to start waking people up by reaching
in the middle of the curtains and yanking on a certain part. It took about
3 "wake ups" before he was caught by the MAA's. Glad he didn't try that in
the RC berthing. For all those who are thinking that nuke power on the
outside will suck, your wrong. Working in an I&C Maintenance department at
a civilian nuke plant rocks, good pay, easy work and overtime, God bless
Now that the subject of the Cinema Pub (I knew it as Century 21, maybe 21st Century) has been broached...I only
saw one movie there. That was "Caligula". Awesome movie! I told my brother about that place (he was in class 9205) and he told me that it
(or was in '92) had been turned into a church, of all things! However, my main hang before, during and after Nuc School
was The Covergirl. Conveniently located on Bennet, within stumbling distance of the barracks. My roommate, John Baxla, and me
would spend just about every non-school hour in that dive. Most of the titty bars in Orlando had lame-ass juke-boxes. This place
had a DJ. If there was something we wanted to hear, we'd go to the record store, buy the album (still had
vinyl in those days), and bring it in for them to play. It got to the point that we were SOOO regular that we would run the pool tournaments and drink for free
the entire night.
Regarding Tom's Point After, I remember seeing a couple of concerts there. Nothing real big. The two that I remember seeing were
Molly Hatchet and Donny Iris.
It is truly amazing that ANY of us ever made it through Nuc School
I remember the Cover Girl but hardly went there. I was very
religious, you know (ha ha ha). The one thing I do remember
about that place was that it was inhabited with multitudes of
strippers, who often found NPS students to live off. It was a
great deal for the strippers, since the guy was gone in 6
There was one bar on OBT called Club Juana. I recall
going there a few times with classmates, one of whom was undoubtedly
supporting a stripper there named Honey. She was quite famous
and had quite a long career of soaking NPS students. Long
after I arrived on the Big E I'd meet newly arrived nubs, who often
shared with me that they had a great time in Orlando because they
lived with a stripper. I'd say, let me guess, her name was
Honey and she worked at Club Juana, right? And the guy would
be flabbergasted. How's you know? he'd say and I would say, Oh
just a wild guess.
I bet I know where you guys bought your vinyl records: Peaches,
right? I spend hundreds of dollars there. It was a great
record store and walking distance from the base.
Next Big "E" Quiz:
Does anybody remember the RPFW SECURED plastic signs that RC types would hang on the RPCPs and
what happened to most of them and why? ROs should have plenty to say about these.
Also, about "Napkin." I'm pretty sure I got the story about
how he got his nickname from an eyewitness to the anecdote. He had too much food in his mouth while
eating at a table on the mess deck. He was choking or something, anyway, all he could do was point and squeak
out the word "napkin." That's how I heard the story about Jim Moore's moniker. I wish I could remember who told
me this. It sure is weird how nicknames stick because I don't think I ever heard anyone call him Jim.
Later, Al Berner (aka AB1) RC11 '79-'82
Med Cruisin' 90's Style
Since Captain Morpholine and Kid Condensate have made an appearance I should
relate some tales from the 98-99 med.
I remember the incinerator fire. For some reason I was up when it all
started, so I was one of the few nucs in uniform. Being an ELT I was too
slow responding to be sent out on a fire team (not on purpose, I just wasn't
paying attention). I thought this was fortunate until some chief throws me
an OBA and sent me and another guy to all the aft berthings to be sure
everybody got out OK. About the time my timer went off I was somewhere in
the darkness of E-Div berthing with no way to get out fast. Anyone who has
had to wear an OBA for real knows how bad that air is. I finally come out to
a clear area and ripped off my mask, when what do I see? Wittkop in his made
up uniform that was mentioned earlier. It took quite a while to stop
laughing. I don't know if it was the bad air or the stress, but to this day
I think that is one of the funniest things I ever saw.
When I have more time I will tell the reason why after the med, nubs would
hear someone giving me grief and exclaim, "You're the guy that did that?
They told us about you in alcohol awareness indoc!"
What did we do in Idaho?
Fellow nuke types:
Why is there not a single story here about Idaho? A1W was the prototype for the Enterprise. I read that 40,000 went
through S1W, and must be a similar number for A1W and maybe half that for the other one there (S5G?).
On site I remember the French fries with thousand island dressing. There were lots of hand drawn posters that had recently been
taken down when I arrived up there. "Rickover Sayings" they were. I remember some mornings leaving S1W after mids, the wind had
drifted mist from the spray pond over the road. We looked like infants just learning to talk as we staggered and fell. Also remember
lots of face suckers and building alerts (like we were gonna have open windows in winter) because of temp. inversions.
The plant was cool though. I was there for the 35 anniversary of criticality. Lots of the equipment was well designed, and still working
well after 30+ years. Imagine SGs with no tube leaks after that many years of students doing water chem. My class had no officers
(something I will write about later) so things were a bit more pleasant for us in-hull than some other classes.
Maybe I can't recall much besides the bus rides back and forth to the site, and my first experience with real winter driving. Bars? Not many
of those in Idaho Falls. There was one with a wagon wheel over the door? Really can't even recall the name. Pocatello had the usually
college town bars, augmented by drunk Indians from the reservation there.
What did we all do on our 5 off between shift rotation? I remember some hunting, few attempts at skiing, but other than that I draw a
blank? Were we all good little nuke nubbies that never got wild?
Someone please fill me in on what has faded from memory!
Cruiser Ghost (8204 S1W-D)
|I bet there are so few stories
about prototype because there wasn't time to do much other
than work and sleep. I went to Balston Spa, NY.
Those of you who read my Travels with Mooj stories
might have recognized that I was modeling
Middle Grove, NY (where I lived while qualifying at MARF)
when describing The Mooj's misadventures in Anderson County,
SC. (When he, "Trent" and "Lance"
were trying to solve some long-ago murder.) The way I
described life in that little town was based on how I
remembered life in Middle Grove, NY. [I chose SC in
honor of an intern I had working for me at the time, who was
from there.] To be honest, prototype was an awful place
for me. I did well there, qualified first in my class
if I recall (thanks to the Pizza scam described earlier),
but I lost one of my dearest friends there. We had
been buds since "A" School. He was killed in
a car accident. It's hard to believe he's been gone
now almost 20 years.
At least while I was onboard, no one did a better job of annoying
airedales than a guy named AC Gates. When the mess decks were crowded you could send AC in first and have an empty table in no
time. I remember one time we had spaghetti and there weren't 3 seats
together; AC sat down at the one empty seat at a table, smiled at the
grapes, and promptly dove face first into his tray. He came up with
pasta falling off his face chewing away. Shortly the brown shoes found another table to eat at and we moved in.
M Link, Esq.
An A-Ganger Finds the Site!
WOW.....I still have a headache from laughing so hard last night when I
found this site. Anyway, I'm sure none of you guys remember me. My name is
Patrick Sherwin and I worked in The Pig's Hydraulics shop (EA02) from 88-90.
Yes, an A-ganger has defiled your site. Speaking of defilement, Here's a
story for ya. One of the weird things about the hydraulics shop is that
even though we were in charge of the steering gears, we never stood steering
gear watch; somehow the rest of A-gang got to do that. I always thought it
was kinda weird, but it's not good to really wonder why you don't have more
work than you do. The steering gear rooms had these horrible swamp cooler
things that always smelled like mold. It drained into a little bilge that
had a pump to discharge the water. What some bozo didn't know was that the
pump in the bilge was designed for liquids, not solids. Apparently one of
the watchstanders had to shit real bad and couldn't get a relief so he
decided to shit in the bilge. To make it worse, the guy was huge....had to
be at least 50% body fat (we actually had bets going as to what it really
was, but nobody could ever come up with a verified true number). I don't
know if this guy was the mad shitter, but he sure kept A-gang on it's toes
so to speak. I was the DCPO for the hydraulics shop and found myself
making rounds to all the steering gear rooms ensuring there was no solid waste in
PS...for extra shits and giggles....break out your 89-90 World Cruise Book
and look in A-Div and try to guess who was our shitter....(here's a hint...his rate was EN)
Finally, a 60s Guy!!!
Great page, so far. My roster listing should read:
RC, 4 plant, 1968-1970
Idaho Prototype Story
KP- I was one of the "few" who had the honor of attending Prototype in Idaho. AIW grad, 7904. I have lots of good stories
from there, but the best one by far was the time my buddy Dave Trevathan (Bainbridge, later Perry Power Plant in Ohio) and I
actually pulled off the impossible. We CUT A DAY OF PROTOTYPE TRAINING!
In high school and college, skipping classes is really no biggie. Been there, done that many times. However, since you become
the property of the US Government when you join up, there can be no such foolishness in the Navy, and certainly NOT from
the cream of the crop, our proud nuclear trained technicians!! ;>
Surely you remember the 1980 Olympics, when the US hockey team pulled the upset of the century and beat the USSR to go
on and win the Gold medal? Well, we were scheduled to work swings that night, and sorely wanted to watch the game. There
was no way to call in sick, there were official requirements for doctor excuses, etc. No earned time off, or any such luxury as
available to civilian types, either. There was only one way to not show up; you had to miss the bus.
Dave and I were avid hockey fans, and really wanted to see that game bad! Of course, so did everyone else, too. I can't
remember who cooked up the scheme to "miss" the bus; I think it was Dave. I went to his house to wait for the bus to go by,
but I chickened out and we got on the bus to go to our assigned shift. On the way there, we kept looking at each other, and I
remember thinking, "What a sackless dolt I am! We should be home sucking on a cold one waiting for the game of the century
to start, but nooooo!!! I had to chicken out." I realized that nobody on the bus knew me, because I got on at Dave's house,
and that wasn't my usual run. The bus arrived at the plant, and everyone started getting off. I looked at Dave. Dave looked at
me. I asked him if he was thinking what I was thinking, and he said "Let's go for it!" We stayed on the bus, and rode back to
town with the offgoing shift.
When we got back to Dave's, we called in and reported that we had missed the bus, which was sort of true in my case. I did
miss the one that went by my house, because I wasn't there, I was at Dave's. We were told how we would suffer because
of this obvious scam by the chief, who then demanded regular updates on the hockey game score, to be called in to the library
every 10 minutes, or upon goals being scored. We commenced to partying, and had the time of our lives watching the USA
upset the Ruskies that night. We got so worked up, we got Dave's hockey sticks out of the closet and destroyed everything
small enough to become a substitute puck in his living room. Amazingly, the Chief forgot all about our
misbehavior, until one day I got stuck retapping the deck plate screws on the booster flats. It was miserable (about 140
degrees), but worth it, since I got to see one of the greatest games in US history!
Like most people alive in 1980 I remember exactly where I was and
what I was doing on that historic day. Believe it or not I was
only a junior in high school back then.
A 70s 2 Planter!
Please list my e-mail address as follows:
RM2, 1975 -1979
Squared away R.O. types?
Straining the brain for some mostly respectable comments, this one came to
mind. How squared away did Enterprise RO types have to be for checkouts?
The RCA back on Goodship Nameless Cruiser (his first name was "Ernie") would
routinely kick out nub RO types for a "bad haircut" or "unshined shoes" and
similar BS for at sea checkouts. Was this routine in the RO world?
Thinking of this reminds me of another thing (don't' all sea stories do
that?). BOTB (back on the boat) I got stuck in the monthly "menu review"
board. One person from each department and the command master chief. The CMC
was a dickhead BMMC who would freely boast of the judge having given him a
choice of prison or navy ... and the good old nav had changed his life. We were
off on a summer cruise, and I climbed from the engineering spaces up to
ship's library for the MRB meeting. The routine complaints were made about
food quality and taste, so this idiot master chief says, "That is why
the ship's store is open at mealtimes. If people don't like the food, they can get some
Well, Ok. No one expects wisdom from a BMMC. After the close of the menu review
he pulled me aside. "You engineering types need to clean up before meals.
None of my people want to go to the messdecks and sit next to some sweaty
smelly guy. Tell your people to change clothes before meals."
Well, that screwed it. My reply got me hauled up to the XO's stateroom for
hanging. I suppose most nukes don't suffer fools gladly, and a boatswain's
mate's comments tend to grate in any case. I pointed out to the XO that the
ship's laundry limited quantity of dungarees they would wash daily, and that
showers were limited by our limited evaporator capacity. The XO took that
under advisement, but said that was no reason to scream, "That's Fooking
Stupid" at the command master chief.
Nothing horrible happened, the food still sucked, and I suppose most of us
MMs stank when we left the plant. There was pretty much open class warfare after that. The topsiders outnumbered the nukes maybe 2 to 1, but
the nukes had clear majority of the E-6s. Sometimes I wish I had spend more
of out of plant time learning the details of radar/sonar/weapons systems.
AT the time, I thought most of them were beneath contempt.
Additional rant/example. When shutdown, we would survey and cover signs to the
engineering spaces. So the stupid little trolls from sonar would come down
one deck and hand a laminated danger tag on the feeder breaker to the sonar
stuff. Like magic, Naval Reactor rep would hit the ship that night, find a
tag filled out in grease pencil, and no record in the EOS tag logs. Joy,
No more ranting. Did you guys get along ok with rest of ship's company? I
know flight boys were no-loads ... but what about rest of the non-nuke types on
The more memories I dredge up, the more I realize there were/are lots of
things about shipboard life that really were needlessly stupid, useless and
|My memory is fuzzy but I don't
recall us nukes being on good terms with anyone, least of
all the airdales. One thing I do remember, however, was
were despised by the top-side chiefs and they would hammer
us anyway they could. We pretty much had to play the
navy game in port (haircut, shave, clean pants, belt etc.)
or we 'd get denied liberty. But underway, that was a
whole different ball game. We could get away with
being dirtbags since we could stay in the plants all day and most of the nuke chiefs let things slide
as long we got our work done. I personally shaved only
once or twice a week while underway and never cut my hair
until the night before a port call.
One amusing story comes to mind while
thinking about the mess decks. It's about the infamous Jonn
Asmus, aka, "Clump" from 2 plant. (His
picture can be found on the 2plantlosers site). For
some reason "Clump" has yet to be mentioned on
this site. He was a true wonder. I could devote hours writing about
that guy. I often pay tribute to him on my Mooj site by
attributing "poetry" to him. Anyway
"Clump" wasn't exactly clean. In fact, he
was about as filthy as one could get.
One day "Clump" climbed out of the
bilge and was covered with just about everything one would
usually find in a bilge. He went straight from the
plant to the chow line since chow time was just about
over. As he stood in line you could literally see
flies buzzing around his head. I remember thinking he
looked like one of those chimney sweeps from old Victorian
England. People pretty much gave him distance
fore and aft as he picked up a tray and walked to the
serving area. Just at that
moment a mess-deck MAA chief came walking by and just
about shit himself.
"Hey you filthy pig! What'd you
do, just climb out of the bildge?" said the
"Clump" nodded and said,
"Yep." The chief gave him this
disgusting look and made him put his tray away and leave.
Poor "Clump" missed chow because of that.
The ABC Liquor Lounge
I got lost in an ABC bar because I didn't realize the damn bar area rotated.
I'm sure I wasn't the first or last. Two words to bring back a sure nightmare---"Galley Monster". She was also known as the Sea Hag or Galley hag. Had a face only a drunk sailor would
love. You guys know who YOU are.......
|A few weeks ago I made this
pious remark about hardly ever getting drunk. Maybe I was
wrong because J.D.'s mention of the ABC Liquor Lounge
(somewhere in Orlando) brings back another long-forgotten memory of
being drunk out of my skull. So drunk, in fact, that I puked my guts
out at that place. It was that damn rotating bar! I think I
was there with my good buds Steve Hamil and Chris Galbreath.
I'm getting sick just thinking about it now!
Various Rants .....
Yeah, Cruiser Ghost hit a nerve tonight... I remember being
harassed many times by mindless Chiefs at the brow. Pure idiots! I see people at work nowadays wearing socks with
sandals. I don't know if it's fashionable now, or if I just happen to
work with a bunch of dorks, but hey, it was definitely NOT COOL in the early 80s. But, you had to wear socks to get off the
ship. Even in a bathing suit and flip-flops! You know about belts, and haircuts; too many ruined liberties to list...
There was one RO that we had who was delinquent in his grooming. He just wouldn't wash his hair! It got to be a joke
around 4 plant, to the point that everyone talked about it. Old Maul_din just didn't like to wash it, I guess. One day I went on
the midwatch, and one of our WOs, he was the short thin guy with red hair, actually logged in the PPWO log, under "Unusual
Plant Conditions," that Maul_din washed his hair! I couldn't believe he put that in there. He was certainly NOT an academy
ps - KP, I don't feel so bad about puking because of that stupid ABC bar now that another squid fessed to it too! I think I
was banished from the place. Oh well, it wasn't the only place I was invited not to return to...
This probably happened a lot. In our NPS
class was a guy so filthy that he was actually put on Mandatory
Showers. Our chief was required to watch him enter the shower
and bathe once a week. This guy was so offensive that his
roommates even urinated on him while he slept. (They came back
to the BEQ drunk and figured he'd have to shower after that but he
didn't!) On the Big E we had a few guys who had problems
understanding the concept of changing their sheets every once in a
while. They were usually prodded into doing so by a random act
of "greasing" (i.e., someone smeared grease on their
Hey, "C-Note Summa" was my nub. He was on my watch team after we left the
yardpac in 81. And yes he would start puking as soon as the last line was
cast off the pier. He puked all the time we were at sea. As a matter of
fact, he was always part of the Watch Officer briefing when the CRAO would
take the watch. It always went like this:
Officer: "Hey where's Summa????"
Me: "He's on the Flats."
Officer: "Does he have his garbage can with him???"
Me: "Ya, I know, I'll keep an eye on him!"
This is a no-shitter, but I can't recall if it was
while I was TAD on a gator freighter waiting for nuke school, or on
the Cruiser. [Any other nuke get the lovely fun of a few months TAD
in the amphib fleet while waiting for nuke school? I ended up with
about 3 months or so on USS Hermitage. Made a trip to Panama canal
via New Orleans, spent a while (week or two?) anchored in Guatan
lake, and a few days in Panama City. On way back, hit New Orleans
day after Mardi Gras ... our skipper was too junior for us to get in
for the party.]
Bit of info for the non-mechanics: Steam driven pumps rotate at high
speeds, and have large oil supplies. Because some of this leaks into
bilges, you are not supposed to pump bilges in port, unless they are
certified oil-free. Those containing oily water are pumped via
a fire hose and portable pump into a barge tied up along side.
In early spring in Norfolk, we had some water in the bilge and a bit
of oil, so we asked for a barge. This was something very routine. I
ran the hose up and over the side, and climbed down to the barge and
tied the hose in place. Then I returned to the engine room,
and turned on air to the pump. A day or so later the bilge was dry,
and the barge was ready to go away. Procedure was for ships force to
climb down (via rope and wood Jacob's ladder) and unhook the hose.
I had a nub standing UI watch that morning (around 10 am or so). We
climbed down to the barge, and untied the hose. I climbed back up to
the main deck, and pulled up the fire hose. There was a yell from
below: MM3 Porky Nub was too fat to climb the ladder! The bottom
step of the rope ladder was about 7 feet up. You just grabbed it,
and pulled yourself up hand over hand until you could get a foot on
the bottom rung. MM3 Porky could not hoist his poundage enough to
ever get a foot on the ladder.
Being a kindly sort of guy that I am/was, I laughed until I about
shit myself. I tried to find a longer ladder from a boatswain's
mate, but no luck. A knotted rope was available, but again he arms
could not pull himself up. So the nub spent the rest of the morning
(not more than a couple of hours) waiting for the yard tug to take
the barge away. The barge captain (a chief) kindly let the nub ride
the nose of the tug over to the pier before they took the barge
I can still remember the nub. Round chubby face, navy birth control
glasses, squinting as he looked up side towards the main deck.
(hard to believe when I look in mirror that I was once slim and fit
enough so climbing was easy)
Then There Was The Time .....
The office phone rings ...... crisis mode!
Seems the XO, or someone of equal stature, found a bunch of RE logs
in the pier dumpster. What the XO was doing in the dumpster is
a topic none of us feel compelled to talk about just yet.
First of all we have to figure out what the hell RE logs were doing
in the dumpster. We send "Q" down there to check it
out and he calls us to confirm that they were indeed RE logs--with
that big red "Confidential" printed all over them.
After a few hours of sweat pump overload, it turned out that
some idiot at the print shop threw them away. He screwed up
while printing them and was too lazy to burn-bag 'em. He took
the fall and we RE office guys skated through another crisis.
RX Training, KP Style ....
Please don't post my name or email address.
I'm currently on the Big E (RC-Div). The other day I was at
training and your site was mentioned. An incident described
there was referenced. Also, last week someone was wearing a
Mooj shirt and a rx dept. senior chief chewed him a new one. I
guess The Mooj isn't highly thought of in these parts. Keep up
the good work on the site. Everyone looks at it and talks
about it all the time. Most of us wish things were even half
as fun as they used to be. Life sucks here now.
Pissing Away His Troubles ....
Having read all the stories of debauchery on this site I figured I would
give you the best I have and can remember to some degree. This 'event'
earned a place in the ships indoc as why drinking was a bad thing. Hopefully after this some more 90's types will come forward with the stories
I know are out there.
Our longest port of call on the 98-99 Med was Livorno, Italy for a week. By
the end of the week I had done everything I wanted to out of town and
decided to do some drinking at a local bar with CJ Wittkop (aka Captain
Morpholine) and a couple other guys. Some wine was consumed at a local
restaurant and then we headed off to a bar we had found at the beginning of
the week. Sometime after we got there I had had so much to drink that I
believed that I was fluent in Italian. We dragged ourselves out of the bar
at the very last minute so as to not be late back to the ship. I remember
talking briefly to the ship's Catholic chaplain, laughing at someone puking
in a flower pot (CJ?), and then next thing I know I am sitting in medical
blowing in a breathalyzer under guard by a MAA!
I tried my best to figure out what I had done. I had vague recollections of
a mop and having my ID taken in the MAA office, but nothing else was coming
to me. I asked what I had done and the only response I got at first was a
look like I was crazy. Finally the corpsman asked if I really didn't know
and when I said no he just started laughing. I should add at this point
that something called sailor phones was added to the ship. I don't know
when, but I know that they really sucked when I got to the ship in 96. To
use these sailor phones you had to have a special phone card which you could
purchase from a machine that was located on the aft mess decks by what used
to be the 1st class lounge and right above chiefs mess. Well, apparently
this phone card machine did something I didn't like. My response was
to piss all over the thing. Apparently I finished my business and started to walk
off when I made a mistake. I heard a voice behind me say that I should mop
up my mess and that seemed reasonable. I didn't have any clue what I was
doing at this point so of course I get a mop and come back to find the MAA
waiting. Now even though I had pissed all over the guy on the phone next to
the machine I felt betrayed by this.
I was eventually released into the custody of my WCS who happened to be on
duty. None of this had really sunk in until early the next morning when I
had to get up and report to liberty risk muster. The last 3 months of the
Med I was on liberty risk. To leave the ship I had to be escorted. I
wasn't allowed to drink, and neither was my escort so I had to force nubs to
take me to eat something off the ship. I also had to muster a couple times
a day and be back on the ship by 7:00.
In the end I think I got off pretty light. I was embarrassed when I
discovered the the investigating officer was the only female nuc on the
ship. I ended up having to go to 2 weeks of alcohol treatment (the lowest
level, I will never know why they believed me when I told them I typically
drank only 3-4 beers a couple times a week). The ship started me on the
mast chain, but I only went as far as DRB (the CMC and a bunch of other
chiefs hassling you). The CMC 'awarded' me extra duty of 12 hours to be
served after midnights helping filthy drunks like me back onto the ship. I
never stood a minute of that. Considering I didn't really get in any
trouble I don't know why my story was made part of ships indoc. When people
would ask me about it I would gladly tell them how light I got off. Most
people thought it was hilarious and I was held in high regard.
I do want to thank MMCS Brame. I am sure I would have gotten in a lot of
trouble if not for him saving my butt. I don't know if he is still MTT, but
if any one reads this and sees him say hello from Bobby!
Just going by E Hood's experience, I guess it's a good thing I never went through with my plan to urinate on the Big "E" as it
passed beneath me from the Golden Gate bridge! If I remember correctly, I decided not to because there was a
woman with some kids, from the ship I presume, up there with a banner for someone. Since I wasn't drunk (yet, at least), I decided not to
embarrass the woman... not to mention what the squids on the flight deck would have thought of my gesture! Instead, I just
waved goodbye, and took a great series of pictures which I never got to see. Thanks, Paul
O'Shaughnessy, wherever you are!
Arrgh!!!! (I really didn't! Honest!!)
restraint? Never thought it was possible. Your
story reminds me of a time when my father was with me during
a Tiger Cruise. We were steaming into Alameda from
Seattle, following the '88 cruise. Because the flight
deck was the place to be, I took my dad up there to watch
all the fun. As we passed under the Golden Gate Bridge
people began tossing stuff down onto the flight deck.
My father was outraged that people would throw garbage down
onto a returning warship. Upon closer investigation it
turned out that people were throwing flowers. I guess
it was a nice gesture. I think this was also the time
that the "peace navy" tried to blockade us, only
to be gently pushed aside by the 90,000 ton hull of the Big
E. It was amusing to see the masts of the sailboats
tip slightly and then ride along the edge of the flight
Aspiring Nuke ....
Hi! My name is [omitted], and I am seriously considering 'diving' into the navy nuke program. Luckily, I stumbled onto
your site while doing a little research on it, and was wondering if there may be a time I could give you a call and ask a couple of
questions about the program? Obviously my recruiter gives me ALL of the information he WANTS me to have, but I'm not
100% sure he gives me ALL of the information, know what I mean? I promise I won't take up much of your time, and I look
forward to hearing back from you!
|I gave this guy my phone
number but I'm not sure what I'll say to him when he
calls. What would you guys tell him? Being in
the navy sucked but after being out 15+ years I look back on
it as a time of great adventures and a million dollar
education. I have no regrets, whatsoever. I'll
clue the guy in on how tough Nuke School and prototype are
(or were) and tell him that it will take lots of commitment
to get through it all. Do you guys have any
There's only one way to know what it's like being a NucNub ... Just DO IT !!!
Of course I never wanted anything else.
It was predestined. Preordained. Couldn't have been any other way. I can't imagine NOT having been there. Wouldn't be me.
And I wouldn't trade those experiences for anything in this world. It's part of who I am ... defines me ... just as all my experiences do.
So pick something to do, nuke or otherwise, and then just go for it
and enjoy every second of it ... regardless of where it takes you. Never regret anything. It's LIFE man !!! Love it. All of it.
Here's what I'd tell the dear boy. It's roughly the same as what I told my son before he enlisted in '93 (He was a Nimitz non-nuke
It's a good thing you decided to ask someone besides your recruiter. It shows your smarter than the average guy on the street. You are correct in assuming that the recruiter is not telling you everything. How can he? Even if he was a nuke himself, his job is to sell you on the navy not to scare you away from it.
This is the one of the most important decisions you'll make in your life. Going in with all the information possible is a good thing. An advantage that many of us before you did not have.
Being a nuke is probably the hardest thing to become in the navy except for the SEAL teams. Yet it is one of the most rewarding experiences you will ever have.
(No pain...No gain). Even if you wash out part way through it you'll have a solid technical background in physics and mechanics that you'll be able to take anywhere to get a job on the outside.
The challenges you'll face are too numerous to list. You'll often wonder why you took this path. You'll hate every stinking minute of it but at the same time you'll cherish the friendships and bonds you make during your time in. It is like nothing else on earth. If you don't give it a try you'll never know if you could have done it. Good luck.
(If you take the time to read all the sea stories on this site you kind of get a feel for what it's like...but it's nowhere near what you'll experience on your own. As far as that million dollar education goes?...they'll shove it up your a** a nickel at a time!)
I talked with the aspiring nuke on the phone yesterday and pretty
much told him what you all are saying. The one thing this guy
has that most of us didn't when we enlisted (he's 24) is a 2 year
old son. I was honest about how families suffer because of the
separation; but, it doesn't mean that he can't be a great
I'd also like to tell all you modern-day nukes
(I know you're reading this site--against the wishes of the current
chain of command) stick with it! Don't throw away a golden opportunity
because you can't hack it anymore. You can. Back when I
was a short-timer I remember telling many a desperate nub to stick
with it. It's one thing to be a navy nuke; it's another to be
a navy nuke that scams his way out of the navy. Sticking it out for one or two
more years is a million times better than taking the easy way out
and paying for it for the rest of your life. Nothing
worthwhile ever comes easy.
Thought I'd drop a line to ya, nice web page by the way, I was one of the fortunate nubs that got on the Great Pig from Hell
(GPH) in Alameda before we set off for the World Cruise in 1989, along with the other unfortunate ones. Most of the things I
remember about the World Cruise leaked out of my head, but I do remember Subic Bay and the Shark's Cove and of
course that fantastic San Miguel. I'm sitting here at work trying to maintain my insanity, reliving some of the good, bad, or odd
memories from RE Division and the GPH. The most memorable thing about the ship that I can recall right off the bat is the
acronym BOHICA and RUTA, which is probably on the back of some of those nameplates that were replaced or updated
when we went into the shipyard and ripped everything out (loved being naked in a fiberglass suit to go down into the plant to
read 1 or 2 meters while Waco was tearing down the asbestos lagging). The Short-Timers belt buckle and book was still there
when I left, I only got it for 2 days because me and Ohrablo both got out within a week of each other, just before JD Williams
Hope you remember a little of me, but if not, that's OK, no one recognizes me now around town, just my voice over the radio
when I wake them up at 3 in the morning to put out a fire.........
Go ahead and add my name to the list if you can, Thanks
Mike Powell, firstname.lastname@example.org (RE02 1989-1993)
|I do remember you! You
were one of many nubs that showed up at our doorstep when
Dicko, Chief Randy, Q and I were running the RE
office. I wonder why we punished you and sent you to
Hot Damn ......
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