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Letters, Random Memories and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)

The 4.0 WO earns "wings"...

KP- it's been a while since we've had an Arrgh! tale to laugh over, so I dug this one up out of the CritThink archives...

We’ve all seen them… here they come, down to the Engineering and Reactor spaces for their first watch. They have creases in their uniform shirts that you could shave with. I’m talkin’ about a brand new, shiny, straight from the Academy type nub Officer!

One such example really stands out as extraordinary! This guy had a reputation that preceded him. We were told about this hot new guy, he was THE top man in his class, 4.0 average, and a star of the soccer team, to boot! His name was Andrew Jackson H_ansen. Now I ask you, who would name their child that? You KNOW he came from a blue blood, all Navy, rah rah here we go Joe 4.0 lifestyle. And he was going to be commanding US (uproarious laughter in the background here).

I remember the first time I saw him. Shoulders straight back, uniform impeccable, every hair in place, professional demeanor, and you could just smell “Academy” on him. There’s a big difference between the Academy guys and the ROTC types, like night and day, usually. I remember actually being impressed, the guy was cool, confident, and he actually seemed to know what he was talking about. He really KNEW about operating the plant! Amazing, but the man had yet to learn some very important lessons. He tolerated no goofing off, there were no feet up on the panels, no joking around, it was completely professional, and it sucked big time! We didn’t like him one bit, and he didn’t much care for us, as we were far from the disciplined, crack crew he desired to lord over.

Now, we all knew that direct orders were to be repeated back verbatim, and we all kinda get slack at it after while. You kind of give the Reader’s Digest version on the playback, know what I mean? Well, we started calling our new officer “A J Squared Away,” and “Action Jackson,” neither of which were tolerated in his presence. One day, I think it was shortly after leaving the yards, AJ was on watch, I was on the 4B, and he asked me what the Rx level was. Of course, he had seen that we were ready to do some draining, and I gave him the number he was looking for. He announced to the plant “Stand by to drain from 4B Reactor.” All the usual suspects manned their stations, headsets, etc. The Lower level watch calls up and states that he’s standing by to drain. So AJ gives him the order, textbook style, of course. The guy could quote the stuff without even looking it up, but of course, the manual was always open; procedures were meant to be complied with, eh?

This particular MM gave a less than satisfactory repeatback, and was scolded for it. Unfortunately, this was the one time AJ had made an uncalculated error! He told the lower level watch to OPEN the drain valve! So he repeats back “OPEN drain valve XYZ, aye!” At this point, no one, not even I, the venerable Arrgh! suspected what was about to happen. I began watching the Rx level instruments, which were moving around a bit. When the ship is underway, the things swing all over, and you have to watch them for a few seconds and kinda average out where you think the level is actually at. The gauge needle began drifting downward, then came up some, went down farther, came back up a little, went down really far, then came up only a very little, dipped down below the operating range…. I realized that something was amiss, and as I began to excitedly state that were draining way too fast, alarms started lighting off all over the place! The MM in lower level comes on the phone and says “Drain valve XYZ is OPEN.” Old AJ realizes his error now, as that valve never gets opened more than a few quarter turns for such an evolution, and begins to shout “Shut the drain valve!!!! Shut it!! Shut it!!” The MM says “Which valve should I shut Sir?” And AJ is filling his drawers as he gives him the valve number, and the MM starts a verbatim repeatback of the order.

What fun operating Nuclear Reactors can be, eh? We didn’t melt any resin, or cause the plant any damage, but there were some very strained conversations in the Division Offices over that one. I must say, though, that old AJ was probably the very best WO I’ve ever stood watch with. He lightened up enough to cover his butt, but always demanded and pretty much got a lot of respect of the formal type.

Except for the time I dressed up like a pirate and commandeered the EOS when he was standing the WO watch one evening. He had the most amazing look of disbelief on his face, and he was actually speechless. It was priceless, me mates, wish you could have seen it. Patched eye, peg leg, fake flintlock pistol, and all the trappings, including the old pirate voice saying “Belay there, ya spermy whales! I be in control of this here ship now! Batten down the hatches! Swing the yardarms! Full speed ahead!!” I think he actually realized how much trouble he could get into by messing with us then. We were all miserable blue shirt scum, capable of unbelievable acts of disrespect and debauchery.


Allen Kosir Comes Aboard .....

My name is Allen Kosir. I worked in RE div, #1 plant, from 1971-1974.  Would like to be placed on your roster. Thanks for the neat site.

Christmas Underway ....

After reading PP's Christmas story I starting thinking back on whether I had ever spent Christmas underway.  Only once during my 4 years on the E did I spend it overseas.  It was during the 1989/90 World Cruise and we were anchored off Singapore.  I had duty that day so I couldn't spend my Christmas ashore but I recall the ship having a USO show on the hanger bay that day.  They also served something on the mess decks that was a little better than usual (turkey I think).  I had liberty the day before and after and it was fun to spend Christmas in a different place.  Singapore was just then trying to capitalize on the whole Christmas theme and most of the streets and malls were decorated accordingly.  However, they weren't too clear on exactly what Christmas was about I think.  Many of the stores were selling Santas on a cross.  


1907 Recruiting Poster

thought i would pass this along.
i do like those hats more than the white hats ...
and for sure better than the new chief type caps.


Somewhere among my collectables is my Grandfather's old dress white jumper top from WWII.  He was a fireman on a cruiser and instead of having three red stripes on the sleeve they used to sew a red armband around the top of the right sleeve.  I guess the seamen types had a blue arm band.  I also have one of his old white hats (same as what we had).  


Memorable Watch Officers ....

Reading Arrgh!'s tale above I was reminded of the dozens and dozens of memorable watch officers I came into contact with over the years.  A few stand out in my memory because they were nice guys and treated us enlisted scum with respect.  These pages are filled with stories of watch officers that didn't and they always seemed to get the worst end of the situation.  I still fondly remember guys like Mr. Tenorio, Mr. Sevald, Mr. Amala, Mr. Eaker, Mr. Ourlian, Mr. Corcoran, Mr. Cusack, Mr. Brown, Mr. Sheffield, Mr. Youel, Mr. Castillo, Mr. Crouse, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Lee, etc.  All good men.  There were also many PPWOs I'd rather forget and so I did ;)

One guy really stands out in my memory.  It was Mr. Youel.  They used to pull some good gags on him and he didn't seem to mind.  He'd even dish it back once in a while.  One gag I remember was during a Tiger Cruise some RC types dressed a nub in civilian clothes (with his TLD in pocket) and entered EOS while Youel was on watch.  They then pretended to give the guy (supposedly the brother of one of the nukes) a tour of EOS while critical.  It was pretty funny. 


Orlando Antics ....

Hey KP,

I was reading Al Decker's story about the gator in Orlando and it rattled a few brain cells loose. When I was at nuc school (79-01) my roommates and I took a break for a weekend. We checked out a tent from special services, loaded up on food and beer and went camping at the Yogi Bear Jelly Stone Campground and resort. I was the one that came up with the location as I had stayed there a couple of times when my dad took us up to Disney World. Anyway, we checked in and got the tent set up - it was one of those parachute squad tents. Then we got slightly plastered, burnt dinner and fell asleep. The next day is pretty much of a blur, but toward evening we decided to swimming in the pond. There was a sliding board that you could go down and the place was labeled "Yogi's swimming hole." After fooling around for awhile 3 of us decided to race to the other side of the pond. I don't even remember who I was swimming against, but needless to say I came in last. As we were crawling out of the water, one of the "rangers" (campground attendants) came by. She said that not very many people swam in the pond anymore, and then mentioned that since the last hurricane came through, they had been having a problem with water moccasins, but that problem was going away because the alligators were eating them. We didn't go near the water again.

Spiffy aka firefly aka Larry Smith

Reunion Video


Please post this on both sites. I'm going to get the DVD for sure. I believe you can extract some JPEGS from a DVD if I'm not mistaken, for the archives.


35th. USS Enterprise Fire Reunion

DVD/VHS Order Form:
* A highlight video will be produced for the 35th. U.S.S Enterprise Fire Reunion.

* All events from the memorial and banquet on January 14, 2004 will be captured.

* This will be a professionally produced video done by Medeiros Productions .

* Please have all your orders in by Feb 1, 2004.

* If you have any questions please call Lawrence Medeiros at (808) 783-1604

WO Tales .....

Awww KP, now you're making me feel guilty. Of course there were many WOs that were great to us as well. Somehow, the stories involving getting the better of some of the academy's finest just seem funnier. Especially since the targets of those stories generally had animosity and lack of respect for us "blue shirt scum."

The WO on our ORSE watch team was very cool. He was an ROTC type, and you could usually tell the difference between them and the Academy types right off. Then there was Mr. "Schlong," the guy that participated in the schlong length contest with a certain RO, whose name will not be mentioned. And who could forget, old (at that time, LTCDR) Dale E. B_augh, now Admiral B_augh, who at that time was the RCA. I really liked him.

The list of the WOs I didn't like is actually shorter than the ones I liked, but the ones I disliked had an ability to inspire much discontent, and therefore seem to get "remembered" in great detail.


Darryl Yoes Comes Aboard .....


Glad to see so many old names, had more than one good laugh reading some of the old stories. Darryl Yoes here, still wearing the uniform. RM-11 88-91, and RT Div more recently than that. My first tour was a lot of fun, the second one, was... not. Enough said!

Thanks for the site!

- Darryl

Enlisted PPWOs ......

Was thinking about Enlisted PPWO's and remembered Greg Yuhas, 1'st Class ELT. Good man but a stickler. I remember he stopped air ops one time after the Chinese set off a test A-bomb. Our Phantoms were coming back covered with fallout and smearing pretty hot. He made 'em wash them all down. Later, he was with GE at Vallecitos and then worked for NRC at Region V. Since he was our inspector we couldn't see each other socially anymore and last I heard of him he was back East. He used to have a dory with a little Seagull on it that he took all over the Bay. My mom worked for a family at Brown University. The husband had been involved with Trinity and had a memento glass shard from the site on his wall. Of course, my mother picked it up and looked at it. A few weeks later, the men in decon suits came into the house and washed, repainted and scared her half to death. Turns out it was smearing pretty badly. (The man had set off a detector in some lab on campus) This was in the 80's if I recall. She called me up in CA and I got in touch with Greg and he was able to get her a whole body count at URI. She was fine, but you must wonder how many other "mementos" are out there spreading their isotopes about.....


Jim Sutton Gets New Email Address ....

Hi Ram,

Please change my email address on the site. Keep up the good work and thanks!!

Jim Sutton 1971-1975 RM - 3
new email

Jim, we're still waiting for you to copy that 3-plant dopey book!  Whatever happened to the thing?


Swim Calls ......

Hi, Ram.

I was catching up on the website and saw the questions about swim calls. I got to do a swim call in April 1998 near the end of my seventh and final patrol as the Supply Officer onboard USS Alabama (SSBN 731)(Gold). It was a Sunday, and I was particularly excited because my son was a freshman on the University of Hawaii baseball team that had a game at 1 PM. I knew it would be on the radio, so I looked forward to sitting topside and listening, especially since I hadn't seen him play there yet.

We stopped off the northwest coast of Oahu, within sight of the real world and hotels on the beach.  Senior Chief B**, a large man who didn't like any non-Missile Tech, was stationed on top of the sail with a rifle for shark lookout. After we made our way up the forward or the missile compartment hatches, we swam off the bow of the boat. Jumping and sliding into the water, and getting back onboard, at the sonar dome was like going in off a big sloped rock projecting underwater at a swimming hole. To get back onboard, you had to wait for a swell to kind of wash you up on the sonar dome, then grab hold onto the smooth surface for all your life. It was real fun, the water was warm, and everybody enjoyed. All I could think when in the water and looking up at Senior Chief B** over three stories above was that there IS somebody he hates more than non-MTs – supply types! Fortunately, he spared me. He also had his guys shooting flares off the aft end of the turtleback for quals, too.

After swimming, we barbequed and got stuffed. My MSs were always exceptional, and that day was no exception. Just as it was approaching 1PM, however, the wind and seas came up. In what seemed (to me) like a virtual rescue operation, we got all the crew and stuff below decks and the hatches shut just as waves were beginning to wash over the deck and down the hatches. Having been a nuke then a supply puke, the excitement was enough for me as I had never done real topside sweat-the-load stuff.

We stayed on the surface long enough that I was able to hear parts of the game in Radio. I'd been talking all kind of crap about how great of a ballplayer my son was, then he came up as a pinch hitter. All I was thinking was "DON'T STRIKE OUT, NO MATTER WHAT. MY HONOR IS AT STAKE HERE!" As it turned out, he had a 15 pitch at bat and got walked, forcing in the tying run, and eventually came around and scored in what turned out to be a big upset over a highly ranked team from Texas (preseason games at Hawaii didn't count against the 60 game limit, so the big boys would line up to come play there). The radio announcer kept talking over and over about how much poise the freshman had. Phwew. When we pulled in I got to see four of his games the next weekend, which was great.

Later, we learned that we had been on the news because the people on shore had seen a surfaced submarine with smoke (the BBQ), flares (practice) and people jumping in the water (swim call) and were calling the news stations and Pearl Harbor that we were in distress. It turned out that while we were having fun, the Captain was on the radio to his bosses explaining that we weren't having a disaster. We had a great Captain and I'll always admire him for having the will to let us have the swim call in these days of political correctness and ultraconservatism in the interest of career salvation.

Also, RE Division will be represented at the Rose Bowl this year. My depot level power supply repair company just expedited and shipped a power supply that will be in one of the TV trucks broadcasting the game. I hadn't known that those big trucks and their crews are actually contracted from third parties, and the networks generally do not own them. While we repair for several big time or "cool sounding" customers on a national level, the government bureaucracy remains impenetrable - leaving the fleet to pay ten times as much to the system for the same repair that companies such as mine do for much less - or throwing them away and having to buy new when it may be an easy fix. I'm still working on that. We recently had an old linear in from a nuclear plant in Louisiana, and they paid well for what turned out to be a third party confirmation that it worked fine and was being subjected to unnecessary and unrealistic testing on the bench that would never be replicated in a real casualty. At the risk of sounding like a cheap advertisement, some of you in engineering positions may find us useful, as well, at

Regarding nicknames, my RE guys (or so I was told, once) called me the Cat because no matter what scrapes we got into we always landed on our feet. Those REs are still the best bunch of men I've ever worked with. 

Attached is a recent picture with my Enterprise ballcap (actually worn on the Enterprise 16 years ago) and evidence that it is my lucky fishing hat. I was told afterward to hold the fish closer to the camera, with my arms extended, so it looks bigger, though. It looked bigger in real (13lbs, Sacramento River) than it does in the picture.

Jim W.


Hippo’s story about Trinity site is just too close to home (literally). My wife and I visited the site which is open only twice a year. The first Saturday of April and October. Even though they troll the place before each visit, someone invariably turns up some ‘Trinitite’ which is official name of the glass product found at the site. A one hour visit to the site gives you approximately 0.5 mrem … really scares off some people. If anyone is interested, I will e-mail the brochure that is handed out. I have it scanned in PDF format.

Mark Best

The "Trinity Site" is another one of those places I've wanted to visit but haven't as of yet.  A few years ago I was in Albuquerque on business and had a few hours to kill before my flight out so I drove over to the Atomic Museum on Kirkland AFB (Sandia).  They had a sign up for one of those trips to Trinity and I recall wishing I was staying longer.  That Atomic Museum is a great place to spend a few hours; however, since it's on the air base I don't know how easy it is to get on there now with heightened security.  While there I bought my wife some "Fat Boy" earrings (not too PC I admit). 

Believe it or not my Aunt worked for Sandia (or whatever it was called) during WWII.  She had super top secret clearance and as far as any of us could tell, she was the person who kept the card file for all fissionable material.  


Any Old REs Working at Newport News??

Brother REs, one of our own latter 80s type guys is going to be doing some SUPSHIP project officer duty on and off down there next year (starting 1/31) for the Naval Reserve. He's looking for anyone from our time in RE division who might still be down there.  If you are (Chief Randy? Chicken Hawk? Bowman?) let me know and I'll send him your email address.  


ETCS Cook Chases an RO around EOS ... 

I remember that ETCS Cook was a regular Watch Officer in 3 plt in about '86. I think he left and became a warrant officer then came back to the "E."

In reference to the "wife story": I remember a story told about an incident occurring during a steaming watch after ETCS had just come back from being on leave to witness the birth of a child. Supposedly, ETCS was married to a native of Mindanao.

One of the RO's apparently recalled hearing somewhere/someplace that there was a very primitive tribe referred to by the locals as the "Monkey People"' living in the jungle on Mindanao. The were known as the "Monkey People" because they still had a developed, pronounced and functioning "Tail." [This was folklore and not true of course]

Being a Nuke and able to put two and two together: (wife from Mindanao + story about Monkey people) + ETCS = offspring with a tail???

RO to ETCS: "Was the baby born with a tail?"

ETCS: "What?"

RO: "The baby, Was he born with a tail? You said your wife was from Mindanao and I heard there is this tribe there where the people still have tails? Does your kid have a tail?"

Well It wasn't pretty after that! I heard that the RO did quite a few laps around EOS with ETCS in hot pursuit. I did hear that later the RO apologized for the insensitive remark and all was forgiven...

You know I remember hearing about this! Of course everyone claimed to be on watch in EOS when it happened.  I forget who the rude RO was but he was legendary for causing trouble like that.  Does anyone know if this actually happened?  


Clear The Decks!  Randy Jestice Comes Aboard!!!!

Ram Tuli, you salty SOB! Just found your website and I commend you on the amazing job you've done. You've brought back a lot of memories (good and bad, but mostly good) of a time that I only recently have even had a desire to revisit.

I had totally forgotten about the sign wars and my small part in them until I read your story. Your memory is fantastic. You know I only put up those signs up to see if I could hold my own with two of the most warped and casually demented evil geniuses that I had ever met. I did, temporarily.

Here's a few RC memories:

1. Sitting in 3 plant (as a shiny new nub) listening to Flange rant at Matt Becker about his attitude and watching Becker's face get redder and redder until he finally exploded and screamed back "I fucking hate you and I hate the fucking Navy and nothing you say will ever change my mind, so fuck off!" (only a paraphrase but I think I'm pretty close). This incident alone made Becker my hero and helped shape the course of my future time on the pig.

2. Going to Capt.'s mast for failure to qualify and getting a slap on the wrist. Mike Galbraith, written up for the same thing, appearing in front of Rocky right after me and getting fucked for it. ("What the hell's going on down in those plants!") Full story later if you're interested.

3. Cruise book pictures. I am the only RC puke to show solidarity with my RE brothers (check the picture).

4. ' Skullmer'. Dick 'Mr. Hate' Lorenz, Rod 'Invisible Man' Andrews, Biff 'Reactor Phil' Chinner (Muffy, Buffy, Biff Jr. and I are going yachting).

Gotta go for now, but will definitely check back soon.

BTW, I always thought 'nub' was spelled 'knub' for know nothing useless body.

Long live the King!

Randy Jestice

Randy!!!  Welcome aboard fellow scurvy dog!  You were one guy I had hoped to find and now that I have, things will never be the same on this site.  Remember our wild time in Perth?  You, me, Wingo, Lance, Dicko, Guido and Fritz hit the beach together.  I think somewhere on this site I have the story about LW's gal pal coming up to the room and us secretly tape recording her intimate moments (mostly complaining about the high cost of parking).  If you still have that tape their might also be some dialogue on it of me telling the poor gal how I had my penis blown off in a fireworks accident.  She was very sorry about that and hoped it wasn't a lingering aggravation in my life.  And, then I think someone had to audacity to tell her about them waking up on the ship and finding butter all over his ass.  I recall she asked if it was "boy's butter or cow's butter." I also remember we got quite a kick out of looking through the phone book and sending "escorts" to various rooms on the floor.  I guess we were just doing our part to spread love and joy.  Now that you have found the site you owe me at least 10 stories!!!  


More about Nat Atomic Museum:

The National Atomic Museum in Albuquerque is a great place. Spent about 4 hours there when we were up there for the Balloon Festival

(575 hot air balloons going off at one time – incredible). If you are planning a trip to ABQ, plan for October 2-10, 2004 – nothing is better than a dawn patrol balloon ride over the city with a champagne / continental breakfast at wherever you land.

They have moved the museum from Kirtland AFB so that more people can enjoy. For 4 bucks, it is a great way to spend an afternoon. Not much on our program, but I hear that they plan on a full section on the Navy program when the new site is finished in 2006.

From the website:

Visitors can explore how nuclear science continues to influence our world. The museum strives to present through permanent and changing exhibits and displays the diverse applications of nuclear energy and its pioneers.

Mark Best

Wally Campbell's Obituary:

Please post this on the both websites - there are quite a few 70's nukes who knew Wally, and Steamer already notified the group of his death; but this would be good to add as well, thanks,


Randy Jestice Remembers 20 SIMPLE REASONS WHY THE NAVY WAS NOT FOR HIM .....


One of the things I kept to remind me of my misery was a document titled 20 SIMPLE REASONS WHY THE NAVY IS NOT FOR ME. I don't know if anyone else has posted this and I don't remember who wrote this screed, but it's an interesting snapshot of how many of us felt (rightly or wrongly) about our situation at that time.

1. I am locked into the Nuclear Field which I no longer wish to be a part of.

2. Non-judicial punishment, UCMJ and double jeopardy are all unconstitutional and as such I can no longer allow myself to be subjected to them. Why are the people that defend the constitution least protected by it?

3. Due to overcrowded living conditions, lack of adequate ventilation, high fat and starch content of the 'food' served, lack of proper sleeping and eating patterns, constant aggravation and no reasonable/safe exercise possible, going to sea is extremely unhealthy. Sorry but I have more respect for my body than that.

4. In my opinion, the types of people that stay in the Navy are incompetent, foolish, slovenly and have no self respect. I have no desire to work with or for any of them.

5. Any organization (or lack there-of) which promises its members 'adventure' in foreign countries, takes them there but tells them they can't stay out over-night (okay, Mom) is not trustworthy and does not deserve my services. How is it that I can be responsible enough to be in charge of 2 shutdown 132 MW Reactors and associated propulsion plant, yet at the same time not responsible enough to take care of myself overnight in a country I've been to before? The answer still eludes me. 

6. I dislike short hair and prison uniforms. Being scrutinized and searched whenever I leave or return to my place of residence is not my idea of a home. For the price of one F-14 an adequate barracks with multi-level parking could be built. Obviously personnel morale is not very important to the Navy. 

7. I especially despise having to suppress my creativity, imagination and individuality simply because it would be expressed in the form of an opinion contrary to the current American political make-up. One of my most basic rights, Freedom Of Speech, is being grossly violated and I'm no longer willing to put up with that.

8. The free medical program is a farce. Unless I am dying, I can expect to stand in line with other sick people, catch all their diseases, get hassled while in line, given 2 aspirin and told to come back if it doesn't get better. And if you get sick in-between sick-calls forget is. Good luck trying to get a day off when you're sick, if you wear a blue shirt you're automatically lying about being sick.

9. I am entitled to 30 days/year leave whenever I want it , yet Reactor Dept. regularly disapproves any leave chits that it wants to.

10. Staying onboard the ship every third day for 24 hours = NO WEEKENDS OFF.

11.I don't need the kind of aggravation that comes from Nazi MAAs that let their badges go to their already swollen heads.

12. I don't enjoy standing at attention for 2 hours in order for some holier-than-thou higher up that lives in a dream world to tell me that my shoes don't shine enough to his liking. 

13. Nowhere else in America is it possible to be imprisoned for 3 days of bread and water except in the Navy.. That shows to me a total lack of respect for the enlisted man. How degrading can you get? Why not bring back the cat o' nine tails and keel-hauling?

14. I am entitled to BAQ and VHA by virtue of the fact that I am an E-4. Yet this and all sea-going commands will only allot it to married people. This amounts to unequal pay for equal work based on marital status.

15. I will not have my morals dictated to me by my employer. What I do with my reproductive organs is my business.

16. If the Navy is so big on tradition, what ever happened to rum-rations, beards, earrings and pin-ups.

17. The majority of senior enlisted personnel abuse their position and authority by making life miserable for those people that they don't get along with due to 'personality conflicts'.

18. My attitudes towards military service and the American way of life have changed considerably over the past 6 years. I find no pride in serving a country of ingrates as imperialistic and warlike as the United States. I consider 'Nationalism' to be on of the most dangerous ideals on the planet today. Second only to Islamic fanaticism in its potential for creating war. I can no longer exchange my conscience for security.

19. Whenever career-oriented people have to make a decision, their first impulse is toward whatever will enhance their careers, not necessarily what is proper, moral or in the best interest of personnel. This leads to crisis management which just raises the hate and discontent level to a point which is no longer bearable.

20. 3 March 1987, 1600 - 1800, 6000 chow line, need I say more?

...and so you see in order for the Navy to be an acceptable occupation many things must change. The whole structure based on subordination is not an acceptable way of life for me or anyone who values their free-will. And as the people in position to change these things have been corrupted/absorbed by their system this does not seem likely to happen. Therefore it is not with any trepidation that I bid the Navy adieu and once again join the free world....

Whew! If you read this carefully, you may detect a subtext of unhappiness.

About Australia, I seem to recall overhearing KP and LW in a bar telling everyone that would listen that you weren't in the Navy at all, you were rodeo clowns. You convinced more than one person that you were telling the truth, I believe.

I also seem to recall something about someone we knew contracting venereal warts while in Perth. It could have been another well placed rumor, but I wonder if you recall hearing that.

I'll sign off with my old dopey book name,
Problem Child


I remember those "20 Reasons" and recall seeing them posted in berthing many times.  Many of you RC types had a Xerox copy of 'em in your back pocket.  I believe (but don't quote me on this) they were penned by R. Andrews.  [As an aside, I recall also seeing a phony notice from 'MMCM' under one of these that spelled out major changes that were soon to be in effect for Rx Dept.  I can't remember specifics but they included such stupid things as having RX dept muster before chow and marching together to the mess decks.]  

Yeah, I think you're right. Sir Lancelot and I did try to convince people that he and I were rodeo clowns.  We did that often.  (I'm not even sure why.) LW was great at being anyone he imagined himself to be.  I remember he had quite a collection of phony press badges.  He had one that showed that he was a Playboy photographer.  He had another that said he worked for Rolling Stone.  He'd wear one of these passes around his neck when he was bar hopping and women would swarm around him like flies. 

And, yes, a certain comrade of ours did bring home scabies from Australia.  Needless to say he didn't get much sympathy from us ;)  


Patrick Sherwin Memorial Site:

King Paul,

Thanks for adding the information about Patrick Sherwin's memorial service. A memorial web site has been created for him at Would you consider making his name a link to the site in the "In Memorium" section of the Big E Unofficial Reactor and Engineering Memories?

George Perry

Hippo Patch ......

KP , another patch for your collection....Steamer, remember these?


Remembering Campbell ......


Recently I've read some info on the site about a Wally Campbell who passed away a short time ago. I think that years ago our paths may have crossed.

In late 1974 I was an RT knub. (Yes, us 1MMR types used the traditional spelling with the "K".) One evening I was in either 2 or 3 EOS trolling for RC signatures for my BNEQ book. The guy at the "A" Rx control panel invited me to sit next to him for a while and he did a very thorough job of discussing the panel and it's operation with me. He even let me shim rods. (More like bumping them actually.) As a lowly MM, I only got to do this twice: Once in prototype on a cross training watch, and once that evening on the "E". Shimming rods seemed to me to be the epitome of what all that nuke training was about, yet most of us never got to do so much as touch the shim handle. Before I left EOS, this nice guy gave me the maximum number of sigs he was allowed to. I distinctly remember that the last name of these sigs was "Campbell." I really owe that guy.

Could this guy have been the same "Campbell"? The timing seems right. Sounds like the same kind of person.

Either Way : "Vaya con Dios, Wally."

Glen Berkhimer Comes Aboard ......

Glenn (Berky) Berkhimer EMCM - 1963-1965 E-Division Power Shop - PPS; 1969-1972 RE Division - Propulsion Plant Supervisor - Training Department Division Officer.

Tom Carson Comes aboard ....

Please add my name to the Enterprise Nuke Roster.

Tom Carson
RM Div., 1 Plant, 1969-1972


Marcus Kaiser Comes Aboard .....

Hello there, could you please add me to your contact list. I served on the Big E from 01 to 03 as an RC Div in every plant at one point or another. My home email is Thanks.

Marcus Kaiser

Ted Blomgren Comes Aboard!


I am Ted Blomgren. I was in RC-22 and later RC-30 from 1986-1989; although it seemed much longer. Dave Lambermont referred me to your site. It is great, it really brings back a lot of memories. I love the postings and pic’s. Keep it up.

I reside in Minnesota, although I travel quite a bit in my work with PaR Systems. I’m married (10 years) and have 2 kids (boy and girl). PaR makes refueling equipment for commercial nukes, so I sometimes run into guys from the ship at the various sites. Some guys I have seen the last couple of years: Ty Fisher, Randy Zerance, Jeff Moon, Greg Weiland. Actually when I was interviewing at PaR they asked me if I knew Larry Cormican. I just started laughing. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out, otherwise I would probably be working with him.

If anyone is interested, they can e-mail me.


Theodore A. Blomgren

Hey Ted!  I remember you very well.  You were one of the few guys in 2 plant that knew what was going on ;).  So "Corn" finally got out of the navy?  I actually saw him on the E when I returned for that '95 Dependent's Day cruise.  He was the Rx duty chief that day.  Most of the guys you mentioned are already listed on this site but few contribute on a regular basis.  You might want to remind them to send in stories when you see them again.  


Remembering Billy Ball ....

When I first was assigned to one plant in May 81, I had the distinguished honor of meeting the infamous William Ball. The chief at the time said I was to learn everything I could from him. I asked were he could be located and was promptly told the RAR. I went to the 1 plant RAR and opened the door only to here loud screaming coming from below. Needless to say I was a little concerned and proceeded slowly down to the lower level. When I arrived at my destination, I was greeted with "what the fuck do you want" from Billy, who was sitting on the service water pump with a wrench, swinging it wildly and screaming at the top of his lungs how this place sucked and how short he was. He jumped down and told me that the Navy sucked, go figure. We worked our way back to the flats were I was introduced to the LPO, name lost in time, but what an ass. The chief drifted by and mumbled something to Billy about fresh meat, I think that was the beginning of it all. Billy and a few others were the last RM personnel who ever saw the ship sail before the yard pac and the new meat was supposed to learn everything we could from them. The only problem was they could have cared less and were just looking to get out of the Navy. Billy was a third class after almost six years and was definitely not too loved. I have vivid recollections of him at muster cutting the little balls off his short timer chain and throwing them at people letting them know how short he was. Billy was OK though and we became friends through it all. 

I remember one day the chief ordered Billy to make coffee. Billy told the chief to make his own coffee. He told the chief that he did not drink it and he was not making it. Of course the chief politely ordered Billy to make the coffee. Billy obliged and the chief walked away. Billy dumped the grounds in the waste can and proceeded to put coffee, the contents of the but can, more coffee back in for a fresh pot. He filled the coffee maker with water and pressed the start button. We exited the area and hid in the RAR. Around ten or fifteen minutes later Billy was being summoned to the flats were the chief was standing by the coffee pot. The coffee pot had overflowed and there were grounds and butts everywhere. The chief was in a tirade and started screaming at Billy. The only comment Billy had for the chief was, I told you I don't drink it and I don't make it. The chief knew Billy was a short timer and sent him to clean the RAR bilge, which was dry and clean anyway. When Billy finally did get out, one plant was just quite never as entertaining. I remember partying with Billy once and we wound up at his house, 1:00AM in the morning, blasting his stereo and listening to a band called "New England". I left after I discovered his wife was trying to sleep in the other room. Billy was one crazy guy, but I learned a lot about the bullshit in the navy from him.

Later Al

Kevin Doyle Comes Aboard .....

Great site. I hope to add some pix and comments soon. In the mean time please add me to your Contacts page:

Kevin Doyle RC23, 1978 - 1982


From a Nuke Wife:


Firstly, I have to admit that I probably shouldn't be reading any of these pages as I'm married to [someone] currently deployed on the Big E. However, I must also point out that I'm not your everyday "Navy Wife" nor have I figured out what that expression means. Let me tell you a little... I've been married for five years and have lived in the "real world" my entire life. My husband has been a nuke for 19 years (~200 days until retirement). We met in VA while I was on a random weekend get away in 1997... I'm sure you can figure out the rest. We planned our wedding a year and half later around a three-day leave he had between serving on [his ship] and transferring to recruiting duty near my hometown in NY, so the first three years of our marriage has been more in "my world" than the Navy's. Actually, prior to coming here (Va Beach), my only "Navy experience" was three annual NRD banquets in which I made good use of the Chief's hospitality room where I poured (and consumed) more vodka than my 125 pounds should ever tolerate. From what I understand, I'm not all that politically correct, nor do I care. I'm not in the Navy and rank and file means nothing to me. A party is a party no matter what those thingies on your collar represent. I hear there are pictures ;)

With all that said, your page cracks me up. We don't talk much about his work as we all have jobs to do. I've heard a few stories about a previous tour on the Big E (or maybe it was the Vinson?)... something about dancing on a bar in Australia in his boxers (sounds like a party to me!), but I don't know what years he was where. All I've heard about the Philippines is "what happens in the Philippines stays in the Philippines." Too bad. After reading some of this, there are obviously stories to tell!


When I received this email it was marked "personal" so I quickly emailed back and asked if I could post portions of her letter and she agreed if I didn't use her name.   I also asked her if she had any unique perspectives to share with this unique community since the one group of people we haven't really heard from [on this site anyway] is the most important one:  the one's that keep it all going when we're gone.  She responded with a few more items of interest.  I hope to hear more from her again soon.


More from our navy nuke wife:

Any "unique perspective" I may have is definitely that of an outsider barely looking in. I don't live on base, don't think I've even met another "navy wife," and have always made my own way through life. I did sign up for the "navy wives" online site (ugh), but the conversation is mostly about the husbands and what they do. I've always been my own person and happened to fall in love with a sailor. I don't consider myself an extension of my husband and I don't define him by his job. I guess that's just the "civilian" in me.

On that note, I heard it was difficult being a recruiter's wife with their long hours and such. I dunno. I've been employed (until recently.. accountants aren't paid well enough here) since I was twelve years old. When there's work to be done, one has to work and that's all there is to it. Although, I've noticed here on Big E duty, that logic doesn't always apply. For instance, when the boat (I refuse to acknowledge that it's a "ship") was in the Portsmouth yards this time last year, the command decided that the reactor/engineering departments weren't up to whatever it was they were supposed to be up to. The command's solution was to put them in what I refer to as "lock-down" (don't know what they called it). They weren't allowed to leave the boat (that was tied to the pier) for six weeks. I'm still not certain what that was supposed to prove. It doesn't fit into any morale or productivity scheme I've ever encountered, but what I do I know? I'm just a civilian who believes that working hard and playing hard are equally important to maintain balance in life.

The boat will be back (OPSEC and all that) between the end of Feb and the end of March. I can tell you that the GW deployed just a few days ago to relieve them. The hardest part about being left behind is explaining it to the little ones (our youngest are 3 & 4 years old) who cry out to the sea knowing that Daddy's out there somewhere and will return only when his work is done. It won't be too long now.

Another Lawyer Contacting KP:

I won't comment on the merits of the item below since I don't have much information regarding the specifics of the claim.  But if anyone out there feels obliged to assist in this matter, please do what you can.  Thanks.

Mr. Tuli,

Our firm represents a gentleman who helped build the USS Enterprise CVN-65 as a Newport News shipyard employee.
He is suffering from a severe asbestos related disease. His claim rests against various private manufacturers of asbestos products as well as equipment manufacturers. Now I can imagine my using the term equipment manufacturers in view of the fact that a nuclear powered carrier like the Enterprise is of such extraordinary size & complexity that most plain termimlongy just sounds inadequate when discussing any subsystem or the whole of the engineering systems that propelled & otherwise powered CVN-65.

Although I have learned that the primary propulsion system was comprised of 8 Westinghouse PWR(?) A2W nuclear units. I have yet to discover the manufacturer identities of the 4 standard turbines. Can you tell me? Do you have an online source documenting the names of the manufacturers? Also, I don't know About any/ if any auxiliary power systems. Plus The major components of any of the major operational subgroups of engineering. The catapult system for instance. The subgroups could turn out to be quite lengthy as you well know.

I would appreciate hearing back from you. I realized that by the time you came aboard that a lot of changes had occurred aboard ship. If directing me to as knowledgeable a crewmember from an earlier time in the ship's history seems more appropriate too you. I'll be grateful for such a referral.

I look forward to your reply.

Brian E. McCann
Legal Assistant
Levy, Phillips & Konigsberg, LLP
(212) 605-6243

Law Firm Inquiry ....


I think you should email that law firm back (if it is one) and remind them that all propulsion plant information is confidential and that, if they are a true law firm, they would know that the only source of information they legally have is through the freedom of information act through the defense department.

I might seem a bit paranoid, but during today's homeland security act, I take all of this kind of shit seriously, especially since the E is over in the gulf.


That's basically what I told the guy and advised him to consult a Janes Fighting Ships manual for a source of high level information.  I saw no need to give the person specifics anyway, since I'm always leery of people making claims on companies for things that happened 50 years ago.  Not that this particular claim doesn't have merit; I just don't know anything about it.  On Critical Thinking we have discussed asbestos exposure and other occupational health issues we nukes have faced.  We actually have quite an array of experience on there and those of you who haven't checked out the site lately, should.  


Navy Wife ....


I haven't chimed in for a while. The Navy wife in Va Beach (where I grew up, by the way) commented on something that inspired me. We've discussed on this site how times heals all wounds and how when we look back on our Navy days (in my case 14 plus years ago now) we tend to focus on the good times and forget some of the things that made our blood boil back then.  All well and good. I've also mentioned before how my Dad was a retired airdale type (AMH-1). By two years in I knew I could not make the Navy a career. I've always felt like there was a disconnect between me and my Dad over this because I couldn't embrace the Navy the way he did. Recently, when we were together at Christmas I told him how there were some things about the Navy that I missed, and I meant it. I was trying to re-assure him that I recognized that my Navy experience was not all negative. But then the Navy wife from Va Beach reminded me bottom line why the Navy as a career just wouldn't have worked. I can only imagine the frustration those guys must have faced to be locked up on the ship for six weeks just a short time before they're going to be deployed for six months anyway. I remember way back in the Spring of 1987 the Ike was coming out of overhaul in Newport News, and we were struggling to rid the plant of all the shipyard grit and grime that had accumulated over the course of 18 months. There was a period of about 2 or 3 days where the Rx officer instituted a 'Fast Cruise'. I use that term loosely because this was not the scheduled Fast Cruise that came later but rather, as I understood it, an impromptu product of his being quite desirous that the plant get spick and span real fast. I remember a beautiful Spring afternoon where I could stand on the hangar deck and see my car in the parking lot and knowing that I would miss anytime off between my duty days so that I could go down in the bilge and clean some shipyard worker's dung up off the inner bottom. I wasn't feeling too good about the Navy in those days. I guess that part of it hasn't gotten any better. There's got to be something fundamentally flawed if you've got to restrict people that way just to get the job done. If I recall correctly, I believe the effect of our impromptu 'Fast Cruise' that Spring in 1987 was that whatever modest improvement in plant cleanliness that was achieved was greatly overshadowed by the steep decline in morale.  It was a shameful thing to be a 'Star Baby' in those days. I can recall some really outspoken RM Div types who would see certain star babies and just start wailing on them verbally. And the poor star babies had no defense. What are you gonna say? At least they did have cool cars, but in the end, was it worth it? I guess that's a whole other debate. I'd like to think I told my Dad the truth--that there are some things about the Navy I miss, but the Navy wife from Va Beach reminded me there are some things I surely do not miss.

Joe B
Ike 1986-1990 RE Div

Morale ....

In my years aboard the E, the moral was usually low.  And it was because of stupid things like those things described above.  I understand that stuff had to get done but at what cost?  We may have bitched and moaned about everything but when there was steam to make, we did it and we did it very well.  And when the world fell in and it looked like it was all gonna go to hell in a hand basket, we pulled it together and did amazing things to save the day.  We were ordinary guys doing extraordinary things.   If I took anything from the Enterprise it was the attitude that everything was possible.  In my post navy career as an engineer I met many guys who told me things like, "It can't be done, ... we can't fix this, ... it's impossible to get that report out on time,...this won't work, etc."  Well, no one on the Big E ever said that!  Something broke, we fixed it, even if there were no parts to be found (which was usually the case since the ship was already 30 years old).   It's a shame they couldn't just let us do our jobs without adding all the bullshit.  It would have given us fewer bad memories to forget.


More Moral ....


I was onboard the Big 'E' from 1990 to 1996 and the most distinct memory I have is September 21st, 1994. My wife was 9+ months pregnant, we had been 'fast cruising' for 3+ days tied to the pier at 32nd street at Newport News Shipbuilding. This was pre email, phones, etc on the ship and since we were fast cruising we pretended like we did not have anything else. Fast cruise was to end at 1600 this day and about 1030 I was called to the Engineering Log Room for I had received an AmCross message stating that my wife had gone into labor and was admitted to Riverside Regional Medical Center to have our first child. As I took this to the MPA he informed me to talk to the CHENG. The CHENG said it was fine for me to leave, as the brows were still attached, but we needed to check with the Captain. The Captain said, "Fast Cruise ends at 1600, you can leave then!" The CHENG pleaded my case but to no avail. The Captain did give in a little as we left. He said, "CHENG make sure he is the first one off at 1600." Funny thing was, I was about the 4th person off and the Captain was in front of me. Luckily for me, not my wife, she was in labor for about 16 hours and did not have our son until 4:30am the next morning but it definitely left a bad taste in my mouth. I can honestly say this was my biggest reason for making the decision to exit the military. Go figure.


Wes Bruner Comes Aboard ....

Wes Bruner, RC11 and RC23, 1983-1987

Lash Hansborough Comes aboard ....

Stan Bodenstein told me about this site. I've yet to explore it fully. Nice going!

My stats:

Lash Hansborough
4 Plant & 1 Plant
RM1 Division

Put me on the list, port or starboard.


Kristopher Netemeyer Comes Aboard ....

Kristopher Netemeyer
nov 97-jul 01

Newport  News .....

When you think about it, 'Master at Arms' is a pretty tall title for some pudgy geek whose biggest responsibility seems to be making sure nobody's hair touches his ears and the back of every man's head has an acceptable taper. While the Eisenhower was in overhaul in 1987 us nuke types went to a rotating shift schedule. It consisted of 7 consecutive 8 hour days with the biggest break being a 4-day weekend that came once every four weeks. One break was only 24 hours, so it's not like we had a lot of time off. We had training and shift turnover before every shift. For day shift we had to be at work at 5:15 am. My buddy Don from RM Div and I used to car pool from Va Beach. I would have to get up at 3:00 am. So it's a long day, and when the shift is over we were pretty much ready to go home. We used to have an orange sticker on our ID badges that indicated we were authorized to be in the plant. This also served to make it easier for chief MAA types who hated/envied/resented nukes to pick us off as we're trying to leave the ship. I didn't tend to push things too hard, but my buddy Don held us up on more than one occasion because his hair wasn't short enough to warrant the privilege of leaving at the end of the work day. They kept a pair of clippers in the RM Div office. On some days it would seem like half of the dept was in the RM office getting an emergency trim. We would comfort ourselves by stating our grand aspiration to one day have a job where we shall go home at the end of the day without giving thought to how long our hair is or whether it is touching our ears. My life was pretty simple back then (i.e. I wasn't married with children as I am now) but still I used to get pretty worked up. I can only imagine what it must have been like for the married types. Suppose you're an hour late getting home, and your 2 year old asks you what happened? 'Well, son, Daddy's hair was touching his ears.'

Joe B

Moral Check

Ok, guys and gals. It's time for a little morale check. It's not easy being a sailor's wife or a sailor for that matter, but we made our choices knowing what was ahead. My daddy taught me how to fix a clogged toilet and a frozen carburetor. Mom taught me how to raise my kids, keep a house, and retain some sanity while doing so. It's most definitely easier to have the spouse home to help, but it's not impossible going it alone for a while either. What you have done out there, the sacrifices you have made, as well as the ones we make here at home are for a much greater cause that surpasses a bit of loneliness and inconvenience. Our smiles may not be as full as they are when you're home, but we do manage to smile. You have to deal with cramped racks, gang showers, and meals that aren't the same as home-cooked, but you have a way of making fun through it all.

With that said, get back to your happy stories before you prove to the command why we weren't issued in your seabags!

God Bless! VB Nuke Wife

Pre-Cruise Rituals

The other day I was treating the kids to some ice cream and I bought myself a banana split.  I just had a hankering for it I guess.  It had been years since I had tasted one.  Back in the old days getting a banana split was part of my "pre cruise" ritual.  No matter how long we were scheduled to be out, my ritual was pretty much the same (duty day or not).  

The afternoon before pulling out I would always make that last trip to the Exchange to load up on extra skivvies, toiletries and such; and then I'd pull a number at the barbershop (it was usually crowded).  Since I had about an hour to wait I would then head to that Baskin Robbins next to the barbershop.  There I would eat a giant banana split.  By the time I was done my number was near being called so I wandered back and bided my time waiting for an empty barber chair.  After my haircut I would either sneak back on the ship (if on duty) or head off base to drive around aimlessly until I could meet up with my mates.  For the long deployments (like westpacs) RX and Eng departments usually met up at the Park Street Saloon; for workups or weekenders, we usually just stayed local (Johnny B. Goodes and such).  Though passing myself off as a tea totter on this site, I will admit that on some pre-cruise nights I might have indulged in adult beverage consumption.  Until I started dating Mrs. KP (and she set me straight) I was pretty much guaranteed to hit my rack and  experience "C" note in a semi-drunk slumber (praying I wasn't gonna be woken for an early watch).   

Did any of you have pre-cruise rituals?


Pre-Cruise Rituals and Morale .....

KP, I was married for my entire time on the Pig and still am, so I guess my pre-cruise rituals worked to get us through. Gee, I wonder what a happily married couple did in the days/nights before a Westpac....

On the subject of morale, I remember exactly when I knew I was done and the Navy, or more accurately, the chain of command had screwed me one too many times.

My first son was due in the middle to end of the 88 Westpac. I worked my ass off that cruise to "earn" a ticket off when he was born. My LPO and Chief Jelly-belly as well as ELO said I could go when the telegram came. But the damn SFTG blew up and we jacked with the other one daily. When my boy was born, I sent my papers through. Chief Jelly-belly told me the CHENG was going to deny my leave because I was the "expert" on SFTGs and SFMGs, but didn't get the sig. I was pissed, still am actually, and made Jelly-belly go to the CHENG. As expected, he checked the "no" box on my leave papers. Ol' Jelly-belly handed me the papers and said, "your leave was denied," but I advised him that only the CO can really deny leave. Of course, if the CHENG turns you down, the CO will too. Jelly-belly was pissed, because he had to walk the papers to the XO and CO. To this day, nearly 16 years later, I have my denied leave papers with Rocky's signature in his trademark green pen. It's in the same folder as my NCM they game me for all my hard work that cruise. Lucky me.

Icing on my Navy cake was the day before I got out, I was nailed on the brow for an unsat haircut. I had to hunt down one of the guys who cut hair on the side.


James Franks Comes Aboard....

Was EM1 in RE division 62-65 .

James Franks

Wow!  You're like the grandfather of us REs!


Jason Nofsker Comes Aboard .....


I was on the Enterprise from Oct 93 till Dec 97. I came in a non-rated FR and left a DC2. I was wondering if you could add me to the contact list and include this e-mail address:

Thank you, DC1 (SW) Jason Nofsker

My Old Bud Chris Galbreath Finds Me!!!

What's up Ramrod!

Was screwing around on the computer and came across your website. NNPS seems like a millennium ago. Just wondering how you were doing and if you had started your own cult yet. I'm still haze gray and underway, currently buzzing you from Cartahania, Spain. I have been attached to Squadron 22 in La Maddalena, Italy for the last three years. If you have an itch to go to Sardinia drop me a line you have got a place to stay. It would be cool to catch up.

Go easy,

Chris Galbreath 8502

Holy Cow!  Do you guys know who Chris Galbreath is? Those of you who read about my NPS pre school shenanigans (resetting some poor guy's alarm clock) might remember that Chris was involved in that scheme.  Chris and I showed up in GLakes the same day and were mustered into boot camp company 84-007 together.  We were buds all the way through nuke school until our final orders sent me to the Big E and him to a sub.  I have many fond memories of Chris.  I recall during boot camp he was a squared away dude.  He was made our company's Religious Petty Officer after the guy previously filling the billet soured on the idea when he learned that being a Religious Petty Officer involved actually going to church.  In EM-A school Chris finished No. 1 in our class and I finished No. 2.  We had a great competition going on and were neck and neck the whole way.  When we reported to Orlando, Chris and I were roommates until we finally moved in with our section classmates during the first month of NPS.  I'm not sure Chris will remember this but something happened during his wedding that traumatized me.  When Chris got married in Orlando I, along with the rest of the 077 nukes, attended the wedding.  I was the guy who caught the garter belt.  Then they did the bouquet toss and the girl that caught it refused to let me put the garter belt on her.  It was a big to do.  I just stood there trying to figure out why the girl wouldn't let me do it.  Finally I was told that she wasn't wearing any underwear.  Then I didn't feel so bad (but was still confused none the less).  Anyway great to hear from you Chris.  We got about 20 years of catching up to do!  



Okay gang, it's time to start thinking about our First Annual Big E Reactor and Engineering Department reunion.  Now I won't profess to being a great organizer at anything so hopefully someone out there wants to take the reins and pull this thing together.  Let me know if you want to take on such a task and I'll be eternally grateful.  

As soon as you can, send me an email telling me whether you think your wife will let you attend such a debacle and then give me some feedback as to Where (Phoenix, Las Vegas, SF Bay Area, or other); When (spring, summer, or fall) and Why (consume large quantities or mojo?) you want to do this.  Special invites also go out to our Ike, cruiser and submarine brethren that frequent these pages.

If only a few of you are up for a get together then we can have it at one of our houses.  If many want to get together then we'll have to plan something more elaborate.    



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