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Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Smoking Joe Returns .....
First of all, let me apologize for not writing and sending any
I have new email address. Joe@josephmiskellcpa.net.
The reunion idea sounds great. Anytime. Anywhere. With a couple
weeks notice, I can usually take some time off. Here's a
Smoking Joe Meets Andy Astleford and the Chicken Hawk:
The first time I met Andy and Mark Stohl was at Nuke School (they
probably don't remember it though). I was standing one of
those roving security watches at one of the BEQ's. It was about
three in the morning and I heard someone screaming, "C'mon you
gotta get up! I can't carry you anymore." It was so loud, it
had to be waking people up. I was on the third floor and was able to
look out over the courtyard and me being the "studious and 4.0
by the book" watchstander I looked over the side.
I see Andy pick Mark up off the grass and throw him over his
shoulder. He staggers two steps and falls flat on his face. He yells
at Mark again, "Get Up" and then something unintelligible.
Andy gets up and tries to carry Mark again. . . With the same
results of course. Our standing orders were to turn anyone intoxicated
into the MAA's. I run down the stairs to find Andy and Mark sprawled
on the grass again.
Mark was completely passed out and Andy, well you know Andy. He
says, "Man you gotta help me." What else could I do? Here
I am at three in the morning trying to keep Andy quiet (and he was
not usually very quiet when he was S**t Faced) while I carry Mark
and try to keep Andy on his feet while he directs me to his room.
I was lucky that none of the other security watches came to see
what all of the commotion was about (or all three of us would have
been handed our backsides for breakfast).
I am also grateful that neither of them felt the need to lose
their cookies. I would have been unable to explain the state my
uniform would have been in.
Well, Mark, Andy and I became friends after that incident.
|So that makes
Andy, you and I who have had to carry the Chicken hawk back
to his bed. I wonder how many others out there have
had to do the same? I'm betting everyone in RE had to
do this at least once;)
More Smoking Joe Stories .....
CHICKEN HAWK TAKES A DRIVE
Chicken Hawk (even though he did not have that
nick name yet) and I were both assigned to NNPTU, Idaho Falls. I
believe that Mark was assigned to SIW (I went to A1W). Mark and I
were pretty good friends by then.
It was toward the end of prototype and we were
both on shift work (different shifts) and nearing qualification.
One morning (I was off for two days but Mark was
supposed to go to the site) Mark came over and told me he needed my
help. For those who do not know what the setup at Idaho Falls was:
All students were required to take bus ride to the site. If you were
going to go to sick call you were required to call the site before
the busses left - No potential Navy Nuke would ever over sleep and
go to sick call to avoid getting into trouble for missing the bus.
But I digress.
Apparently the night before, Mark had
"Borrowed" one of his roommates' cars (I am not sure if
any alcohol was involved or not) and had an accident.
Anyway, he told me that the car was on its side
and needed my help to put it back on all fours. I said sure. I am
always happy to help a friend out. And how hard could it be to push
a car that's on its side over? Yea Right!!! Nukes being very
intelligent, common sense (which many of us had not acquired yet)
should have told us that a 100 pound (dripping wet) Chicken Hawk and
an out of shape 180 pound (believe it or not I was not heavy at that
time) me could not possibly push this car over.
Well, we get to the car (I don't remember how because
I did not have one then). Mark and I spend at least two hours trying
to push this two-thousand pound car over. Finally, I told Mark that
we couldn't do it and he would need to get a tow truck.
Well, when I went back to the site a couple of
days later, my sea dad (a pretty cool bubble head EM1) asked me what
happened while I was off. I told him I tried to help a friend who
had a minor car accident. I did not go into details. He told me I
had to report to Lcdr so and so at S1W. I thought I was going
to be in trouble and told him everything that happened. I didn't do
anything wrong and from what I remember (some eighteen years later),
I did not know that Mark had borrowed the car without permission.
I go over there and am grilled for what seemed
like forever from 4 or 5 different people. They all asked the same
questions over and over. Was I with Mark when the accident occurred?
Did I know that Mark called in for sick call? Why did I try to help
him? Why didn't I call the site and let them know what happened? The
people I met at S1W were all (to put it in terms that could be
displayed on this website) JERKS!
I was sent back to A1W. Later that day I was told
that the S1W people were writing me up and I might get busted. My
sea dad told me that he would go to bat for me.
A week or so later I found out that his roommate's
insurance paid for the damage saying that living in the same house
together gave Mark (according to their rules) implicit permission to
use the car.
When my report chit got to the XO, he laughed at
that Lcdr and said it was not my responsibility to tell the Navy
that Mark was in an accident.
From what I remember, Mark was supposed to be
de-nuked. But when he qualified, they let him stay a nuke. I don't
remember if he was reduced in rank or not.
As we all know though, everything turned out okay
and the E welcomed the one and only Chicken Hawk on board.
Division of the late 80s would have been such a boring
place without the Chicken Hawk! Thank God he somehow
survived keeping his NEC.
More From Joe ......
On one of your Mooj Pages I found a story about
you seeing me in Hong Kong called "Hong Kong Joe."
You and a couple of other guys came into a bar and
I was there alone. You tried to set me up buy sending me a drink
(from supposedly one of a couple of older women - at least what
seemed older to us way back then). I think you wanted to watch me go
over and make a fool out of myself. But it didn't work. The
waitress who you told to bring me the drink didn't understand you
and said the drink was from the three of you. I came over and stayed
with you guys for the rest of the night.
In the story, you asked if I remembered that day
and apologized. There was no need to apologize. I really don't
remember that night (it may have been from consuming too many
What I remember most from Hong Kong was trying to
lug 10 cases of china to the ship and up that steep ladder in the
you're not pissed at us. But you gotta admit it would
have been funny to watch you saunter up to those two old
ladies thinking you were gonna get lucky. It was all
Lance Winters idea...I swear!
Response to Bill P.
Hey Bill !!!!!! It was great to hear from you again. I read
something you previously posted on the site and was reminded of the
great number of card games we used to pass the time away with. The
floor by our racks was normally occupied with at least two of us and
sometimes we had more than that. It was true hardship when they
split us up and exiled you to two plant, but things worked out OK as
they somehow seem to do. I still remember how you gave me your copy
of Grand Funk so that I could listen to Closer To Home out in the
middle of nowhere that first WestPac. For those who remember those
great Quonset Huts you will recall that it was not that bad waiting
for the pig. There wasn't that much we had to do besides stay out of
trouble and muster on time. Some of my favorite memories was trying
to beat the nickel slot machines so we could get more money to drink
with. I do recall walking those ditches a couple of times, I don't
know if I was there when you were speaking of in your story, but I
do recall how Adam would mimic you and how much fun it was to start
a night of debauchery with "LETSCH GO !! "If I am not
mistaken, Mark Best joined us on many such an occasion. We had many
a great time. If I am not mistaken, we outnumbered the Shellbacks on
that cruise by a great number and we all had a much easier time of
it for that reason. You were a great wog, even if you were not the
biggest person to go through the ceremony , didn't you try to be the
Queen or something????, maybe my memory is faded. The proper
attitude was what made it a fun time had by all, (at least by all of
us Wog Nukes that took over Rx Dept berthing that morning) but I can
personally attest that those damn fire hose schelleighlies (however
you spell that word) could really leave a mark. I still can't figure
out how they made that water coming out of those fire hoses while we
were on the plane elevators so cold, it really was something special
when you got up to the flight deck and dared to take a look around
and saw all the commotion that was going on. I believe that we had
actually tried a wog revolt or two before we finished that day. As
far as being section 1 rocks, I had forgotten about all that stuff until
you mentioned it. Both Adam and you were way beyond that when it
came to what really mattered in operating a plant for real. Thanks
for some more good memories, I will probably E-Mail you soon to get
that Info about Adam and Di. I do appreciate the anomity for now,
who knows, I just might venture out to Vegas this fall for shits and
giggles. Take care for now.
Someone you might KNOW.
As of 3/30/04, we are up to 44 attendees with 22
who can't make it. That includes 4 declared spouses. The responses
have slowed down but still seem to be coming in. I even have a
response from someone not on the contact list! A couple guys said
they would forward to friends.
We'll see how it looks next week and start
thinking about finalizing the location.
ps: Hopefully our website host (KP) will respond
|See how busy I
am! Ha, not to worry fellahs, Wherever and whenever,
.... I won't miss this for the World. So Rob, put me
down for a Yes.
I usually read crit think in the wee hours of the
morning. Knowing a few airdales both in and out of the navy, that
post had me laughing so hard I woke up my whole household, plus all
the wildlife in the area and it reminded me of a certain MPA. [This
is referencing a post made by Ike Mike. #3233]
Coming out of Pearl on our way west, we lost 3
main due to vacuum leak, which we couldn't find. A certain MPA
[LCDR Worm] was down in the engine room every 15 minutes bugging us
and just basically making us miserable and pissed off. The noise was
so loud with this screaming noise from the leak you couldn't hear
yourself think, which made it pretty easy to ignore the ranting and
raving of the MPA. This went on for 2 days and then we finally found
I told the crew when the MPA comes down lead him
by the hand to find the leak, which they did. He immediately ran to
the ENG. [CDR Hekman] to be our hero and we were dirt-bag mech's.
However, he never bothered us the rest of the cruise, just the
division officer Mr. Blanton.
Leverett Hadlow Comes aboard .....
MM1 Leverett Hadlow RM23 '80 - '83 email@example.com
Oct 15 & 16 in Vegas is fine for me - I'll be
RM23 Memories ....
I had forgotten about a particular trip to the barrio. After an
evening of debauchery, a whole bunch of us from RM-23 started
walking back to Olongapo --- hoping to find a jeepney enroute. All
of a sudden, I am up to my ass in canal water. The damn dock or
whatever was rotten and gravity sucked me into that nasty water. I
had a friggin’ gash in my leg that just ripped open. I think it
was Slip Kid who gave me a flour sack shirt to stem the bleeding
wound. I could only hope that my blood alcohol level was what kept
the thing from getting infected.
As for the wog revolt in berthing … thankfully I slept with a
Buck knife. There had to be two full inches of duct tape over the
opening. How I slept through that, I will never know. It was sure
nice of you guys to leave me some airholes … at least I didn’t
suffocate. I still think the shellbacks got you guys back several
time over …
Glad to see some more folks from the olden days of RM-23. AJ
Hadlow …. Wasn’t that Slip Kid’s favorite steaming buddy?!!
Chernobyl Ghostown ....
Ram, Attached is a link from a motorcycle ride
through Chernobyl. If you ever wondered what it would be like after
a meltdown, now you know. Interesting to say the least.
(this link is on again/ off again if it does not
work, wait a few days)
Pat. I spent some time looking through it. I was
actually at one time a Chernobyl "accident"
expert. I studied the latent and not so latent
failures for a human reliability project I was working
on. I still have reams of reports about that event
stashed away somewhere. [Along with a bunch of
Challenger accident reports, TMI LERs and stuff about Idaho's
pulled rod disaster (still classified).] Ah,
Human Factors ....
Underway on Nuclear Power .....
KP, By 06:00 on the morning of Sept.17 1974 the
noise and activity levels in Rx berthing made it impossible to even
pretend to sleep. I climbed out of my rack, fished through my sea
bag and pulled out a wrinkled set of dungarees. I shit, showered and
shaved then headed to the aft mess decks with a bunch of the 7401
crowd. This was our first experience with Enterprise chow.
Fortunately it was breakfast, usually the only recognizable meal of
the day. After slurping down some runny eggs we headed up to the
flight deck with our cheap little cameras. We hadn't been to Subic
or Hong Kong yet, so we didn't have the complicated semi
professional gear that would soon be commonplace.
This was our first time on the flight deck and by
chance we ended up right near the RT Void. Soon, the after brow was
lifted and we heard C note. Just then we spotted a lone figure in
dungarees sprinting down the pier. This guy was SOL, but he was
still making an attempt. We cheered him on and yelled for him to run
faster. The pier had these "utility trenches" running here
and there and they were covered by steel grating. This dude
evidently hit a loose grate and fell into the pit at full speed!
This poor clown was missing movement and was no doubt now seriously
injured, but we laughed like bastards, and yelled for him to
"Watch your step!" About this time we felt the ship
vibrate a little and we noticed that we were underway.
On our way out of the Bay, we passed Alcatraz. At
the time AIM (American Indian Movement) was occupying the island.
Some squids waved at them as we passed and they waved back. The less
politically correct among us just mooned them.
Soon we were at the Golden Gate. There were a shit
load of banners on the bridge. About half were obviously from
families of guys on board, saying things like: "Good Luck"
or We'll Miss You." The other half were from the anti war
people referring to us as "Baby Killers" and such. Here it
is almost 30 years later and I'm STILL pissed off at that shit!
We sailed under the bridge, passed the Farallons
and soon we out of sight of land. We were officially on "Westpac,"
whatever the hell that was. We all headed below to start exploring
the ship and see if it really did have a bowling alley, movie
theater and pool hall. I was really skeptical about these things,
but we had it on good authority that these things really did exist.
Various Thoughts .....
I was reminded today of the poker games in the aft
lounge and the numerous times the MAA would drop by and pretend to
care about the "Gambling" that was going on. Occasionally
one of them would be a prick and mix up the chips and things, but,
for the most part we were allowed to win or lose our paychecks in
peace. There were a few other games on board that were just as big.
A bunch of RE guys were infamous for trying to convince people
(suckers) to join their game in a void or other locations. They even
had a craps game that people would try their luck at. And learning
to count 6 decks of cards to play in Reno or Vegas was always an
Didn't some ELT's own a bar or something off the
base in Alameda? I think that playing liars dice in the cups for
drinks was a great time. Many guys had to be escorted back for
muster and things. Those ELT's were a tight group, especially in the
Fwd shack. I recall one of their newbies being taped to the shaft
down in 4 RAR by his brethren. He sure looked like a pig on a stick
slowly turning. I am not sure what he did, but we left him alone
confident that after he paid for his apparent mistake he would be
released. I don't know how long he was there though.
Wasn't their a cheap movie theater close to the
base too? A small benefit of being out to sea so long was getting to
watch decent movies for next to nothing.
I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but
there was a place that several of us used to go to try to deliberately
eat them out of shrimp when they offered an all you can eat special.
I think that we once stayed there over 6 hours on one occasion. Not
the greatest place, but it was something to do.
I recall getting the chance to pitch occasionally
for the Rx Dept softball team. I still have an old shirt somewhere
in the closet from that time. We used to do pretty well, I think
that Tony Boone used to put some fear into guys the way he played
with no regard to anybody that got in his way. I enjoyed the beer
and things during and after the games. It was always great to be
able to put those airdale squads in their place. They had no respect
for anybody else in general.
"Chester" Thinks that I should give more
specific clues as to my identity. I think that I have spoon fed
people enough as it is. After all, you guys are a group of brainiacs.
Maybe another time, more memories await, time to go to the store and
get some food for the dog.
Someone you know
Light Bulb Repair Club ...
I'm surprised that no one has posted any stories
about light bulb repair kits. I wonder how many unsuspecting nubs
had this pulled on them.
I remember one morning (in port) this kid comes
into Switchgear asking where the light bulb repair kit was. This
must have been one of his first stops on his quest.
Of course, we sent him on his way (to the RT void
I think). Anyway, several hours later this kid comes back. He says
that he has been all over the ship and still can't find it. Can we
please help him?
I then told him I thought that there was a locker
on the observation deck on the island (the one with the mounted binoculars)
where the airdales kept theirs. I am not sure what level that was on
now but I remember that it was a climb.
Even though they never found the kit, these kids
always got a good workout.
|Or how about
sending them to the boson locker to get a "Boson
As The Pig Floats .....
My weekly edition of "As the Pig
Picking up where I left off, which is that I'd
just flew on, handed off the barf bag and met Rocky.
Well the first thing they do is put us into
berthing and at this point there are no spaces in RX berthing so we
get put into "the ghetto." This was also known as M-Div
berthing. This is about the time you want to cue the music (Elvis
singing "In the Ghetto"). Life was hard in the ghetto, you
had to crawl down into it from the aft mess deck. It was loud and it
smelled REAL bad and there was the constant slapping of dominoes on
card tables. We lived in fear for our lives because we were
"nubs" and worse than that, we were not M-Div nubs…..In
the ghettoooo…..We couldn't have been any more worthless to these
folks. I remember I had a top bunk and for the first week would wake
up and hit my head on pipes running overhead. I was afraid to leave
my bunk, the ghetto was dangerous, but I managed to find my way to
the RT void everyday. Remember when you first got to the ship and
all of a sudden you realized that you were supposed to be learning
something when you were fighting to stay awake in those boot camp
classes? WTF does “dog zero” mean??????
I remember the first day I went up to the RT void,
I walked in and there to my great surprise were two of my best
buddies from 8502: Mark Fritz and Joe "mama" Carl. I was
so happy, these were long lost buddies who had gone on to New York
and left me to wander off to Idaho. RT void was a place I didn't
want to remain in for long, too many lifers expecting you to know
everything and get qualified, and being in that close proximity you
were totally exposed for stabbery. The coolest part was hanging out
on the sponson and watching the planes land or spitting off the side
and watching the loogies splash down. I remember sitting on pallets
out there just enjoying the day with no real cares other than the
fact that I was in the middle of the friggin ocean with no land in
sight. I'd sit there with Kelvin "Crete" Christensen and
we'd think about going down into the plant and getting qualified
BNEQ. We'd always end up there thinking about it for a while and
would end up saying "yeah, I'm gonna have to get around to
I used to love watching the poor bastards who
stood sponson watch. Especially the guy working the garbage chute.
What a great job……They always looked miserable with their sound
powered headphones slowly growing the nastiest of ear fungus, which
would be cordially shared with the guy relieving him. You had to
wonder what it would be like if you fell overboard. In the right
conditions that loser was the only way anyone would know you went
over. Can you imagine popping back up in the foam aft of the
Enterprise and watching that big ass ship just sail away??? And
nobody is coming to get you. Now that would suck!! As vivid as that
image was for me I remember when we first arrived there was a story
going around of a guy who was being brought up to captain's mast. He
was going because he wanted out and was refusing to work. So along
the way he breaks free from the MAA's and runs for the fan tail, in
dress blues and handcuffs, the guy dives over and is swimming away
from the ship. The remarkable thing about this is that they televise
the rescue and as they try to rescue the guy he’s swimming away.
He’d rather die than stay in the Navy. They eventually fished him
out and brought him up to the old man dripping wet.
This is also about the time I was introduced to
King Paul and Lance Winters. Now my faithful pal and co-sufferer
through all this was Randy Jestice, and Randy is one of the most
naturally funny people I’ve ever met, and a super sharp wit, but
KP and Lance were like the ultimate challenge/complement. I learned
immediately that I was way out of my league and ran for cover.
Previously in this site it’s been mentioned about the “sign wars”
and I can corroborate these. I spent that whole Westpac in fear that
I was going to become the universal target (you know, like the weak
zebra that all the lions end up feasting on). Thankfully they kept
it all amongst themselves and never dragged me in. I remember KP
always asking me if I’d store a ceramic elephant he’d bought in
Pakistan just until we got back to Alameda….Can’t imagine why….
KP you probably have no idea but I’ve told the stories to several
fraternity brothers and friends since the navy days, I’ve still
yet to find someone with the natural comedic abilities of you,
Randy, and Lance. Evil comic genius is one of the few things that
keep you sane on a Westpac.
Well before long we all escaped the ghetto and
even the RT void. Wasn’t too much longer we were cruising through
the Suez Canal and heading to the Med. Of course we were all still
nubs and that loosely translated means:
whippingboybitchjanitorworthlessfuck. But we made the best of it.
Our actions as nubs would become legendary when the story was
written by Randy Jestice: “Top Sponge”. Of course the Navy and
Hollywood types would later translate this into “Top Gun”. I’ll
let Randy recreate the story of Top Sponge though. Randy if you need
help just let me know.
|Ha ha! I
remember the whole "ceramic elephant"
gag. I didn't realize we pulled that one on
you. Lance and I used to ask a newly arrived
"nub" to store a ceramic elephant for us that we supposedly
picked up in Pakistan. We'd act real suspicious and
make it painfully obvious that there was something of value
I Give Up .....
As Of Now .... I am using advanced spam
filtering. I just can't take anymore porn, viagra, penis
enlargement, etc. ads filling my email inbox. So If you
are not in my address book you will be asked to be allowed in (with
an auto responder). Please use "KP Site" in email
header and hopefully I will catch it when scanning
"rejected" email. Those that are recent contributors
should already be in my address book. It was either this or go
KP (or, otherwise known as the original William
First Daze At Sea!
KP, Our first few days aboard were filled with
confusion. They gave us these little pink check in cards and we and
to go check in with all sorts of different people and places.
Medical, dental and the post office I understood, but why the hell
did a nuke have to check in with the chief boson? We had a hard time
finding a lot of the places so we finally resorted to signing off
most of each other's cards, then turning them in to the Rx office.
Mainly we just ran around the ship like a bunch of unruly kids,
discovering neat places like the O-11 level. So far we had not
conducted fixed wing flight ops and we couldn't wait for that to
Rx berthing was filled to overflowing and the
overflow was told just to find racks anywhere on the ship. On about
the third day I ran into Ron Ogan at lunch and he was bragging about
the great berthing area he and some others had found. It was just
below the flight deck at the bow of the ship. It was so far forward
that the bulkheads were curved. This berthing area was for the
Signalmen and only held about 20 racks. The A/C was not overloaded
and the small lounge area was just right for the number of people
the cozy compartment held. It was clean, quiet and the TV worked. A
far cry form the shitty circumstances I found myself in back in Rx
Later that afternoon I was up in that compartment
playing Spades. All of a sudden there was a LOUD impact just on the
other side of the bulkhead! It damn near threw everyone out of their
chairs. "What the f**k was THAT!? Did the ship blow up or
something?" Turns out that the water brake of One Cat was just
on the other side of the bulkhead. I'm sure everyone remembers that
the water brakes could be felt pretty much everywhere on the ship,
but when a couple tons of hot screaming steel traveling at 120 mph
crashes to a stop just a couple of yards away, it's an experience
you won't soon forget. I was no longer jealous of Ron and his
With the sudden influx of so many of us new knubs,
Health Physics claimed to be overloaded and it was something like 4
of 5 days before most of us got our TLDs. We were like halfway to
Hawaii when Ron and I finally got our TLDs and we went to check out
the plants. We went to 4MMR and stood for about 5 minutes at the
boiler level control panel. We just could not believe the heat. (And
that wasn't shit compared to the I.O.) All the old salts on watch
were checking us out to see how we'd fare in the heat and noise. A
couple of the saltier dudes appeared to be checking out our asses. I
know what a new guy in prison feels like. About a year later when I
was becoming salty myself, I treated new knubs the same way or
worse. Ed Kennicott and I used to wait for a bunch of newbies to
come down to the plant and then put our arms around each other and
pretend we were kissing. Sometimes we'd even grab each other's
asses. Really freaked some guys out.
I started out several weeks ago writing an entry
about our class getting orders to the E and somehow it turned into a
5 part mini-series. This is the final installment. When I first
started relating this I just felt the need to keep going and I
wondered why. Then I realized that it was because these were
actually happy times for this gang of ours. We had survived NPS and
prototype. Disillusionment with the Nuke program had not set in yet.
We were embarking on an adventure and our lives were still ahead of
us. We were just a bunch of wide eyed, fun-loving, naive young kids.
(That's right, KIDS!) Ahhh, the innocence and ignorance of youth!
Lou Wingo's Bonanza of 1988 Westpac
Okay, sit back ... this will take
a while to download but well worth it!
Louie's Notes to Me:
Hey here's one that I barely got you in. [See last
group of photos.] You're the one on the right. This was us
outside the hotel we all stayed in in Manila. I do remember you
walking around telling everyone that Galbraith was your son. I think
all they really cared about was how green your money was.
Notice the picture of Andrews and Bob Pellegrino
in one of the other pictures [first photo below]. That reminds me
that on another page there was some confusion about a story where
Rod was causing trouble in Mombassa. Here's the missing detail:
Rod, Bob, Rich Marsh and myself were all on the
same tour. We did the Tsavo East Safari which cost a whopping $75. I
often brag about how I've gone on a safari that most people pay over
$10k for a mere $75, problem is I had to hitchhike across the world
on an aircraft carrier. But anyway, the night before the safari we
put up in the same hotel that all the smart people found out about.
Well, we go down to the restaurant for dinner and order some hooch
to get started. We get plowed and it takes forever for the food to
arrive and even then the order is screwed. Bob and I don't really
care cause we're drunk and after being at sea for so long we'll eat
anything. But Rod takes it as a personal offense, something about
discrimination against Americans and how he should get proper
service for the money. Well, actually, I think he saw an opportunity
to eat for free and we had a huge tab built up so why not give it a
shot? Anyway, Rod got very belligerent and Bob and I started to
think we were all going to the big house. So Rod catches on that we
don't share his enthusiasm and basically cuts us loose. He was
pretty well lit by then too. We're not stupid, not loyal either, so
we bail out. I think Rod stayed there another hour and eventually
won out. I think the staff just got tired. I remember slinking
out and catching you and Hordyke and some others hanging out by the
pool. That was a great liberty port. Taking leave there was once
again a very smart move. Lesson learned early, if you have any
interest in the port, take leave!!
Lou! I like the one of your pit. What is that on your
bed, hand lotion? Ha. I was surprised to see a photo of me on
beer day as I didn't consume alcohol back in those days;)
Actually, I'm not sure what is more strange, the fact that I'm so thin or
that I was drinking low quality Budweiser. Seeing that
photo of Shit River (above) ignites my senses and I can almost smell
them fumes that are visible. Thanks again for sending the
KP, BEER DAY?!?!?! Did I read wrong? Did my eyes deceive me when
I looked at those pictures? BEER DAY!? Are you shitting me? Man, it
sure is a different Navy then the one I left 25 years ago! What the
hell's up with Beer Day? 50 year old inquiring minds want to know.
|C'mon PP, you
ain't that salty are ya? Beer Days have been a naval
tradition since the Vikings first sailed the North
Atlantic. Even my grandpa in WWII had a beer
day. The truth was you didn't want to have a beer
day. Because having a beer day meant you hadn't seen
land in 45 days. In our time, the 7th Fleet awarded
every sailor on the ship two beers if the ship had not, nor
was soon scheduled to, hit a port in 45 days. The poor saps on the '84
Wespac got 2 beer days if I remember correctly.
Beer Day 1988 was quite an
event. It was odd, I recall, seeing so many messmates
drunk out of their gourds. How does one get drunk on
only 2 beers? Ah, these guys had the key to the beer
locker! In Rx Dept there were more than a few guys
willing to trade their beers for anything. Guys that
didn't drink were more than happy to surrender a beer or two
to someone willing to take a watch. And, then there
was plenty of money changing hands that day as well.
One RE04 dude paid $20 for a beer I recall.
I'm willing to bet that someone out there
remembers what B.O.C.O.D was. It stands for "beat off cut-off
date" and was a very important date for any sailors who had
wives or close girl-friends waiting for them when they returned from
a cruise. The official definition, according to EM2 Mark Williams,
is as follows:
"B.O.C.O.D. is the last day that a sailor
should pleasure himself prior to returning from a cruise so that he
could produce the necessary volume of ejaculate for his wife or
significant other in the bedroom upon returning. This ensures that
the women do not suspect their man was pleasuring himself at sea or
cheating on them in port, and prevents any such problems thus
The B.O.C.O.D. was typically set as 2-3 days
before entering port (depending on the length/location of the
cruise) and was posted on berthing bulletin boards. It was
considered a "favor" if you reminded sailors of B.O.C.O.D.
while in the showers, so that thorough bodily cleaning did not
escalate into something more...
-Johnny Caustic RC Div '95-'99
|Hey, I thought
you late 90s guys had a brothel on board.....
Beer Daze ....
Ah yes, the beloved tradition of Beer Day. All it
meant was too much time at sea and nothing else to look forward to.
Those of us saps on the ’84 WESTPAC did in fact enjoy luke warm
Red, White and Blue beer. We did not enjoy the luxury of Budweiser.
Both of these days were enjoyed off the little Yemeni island of
Massirah. Usually involved partially raw hamburgers and definitely
raw steaks. One thing never changed though. It may have been holiday
routine for the top side slugs, but as usual it was routine
watchstanding in the plants. How rare was it that we EVER shut a
plant down when overseas?
Now, what few people knew: The supply department
kept the beer in an obscure void behind a weapons department space,
which stowed bomb tail assemblies (the whole complex is now part RT
Div and QA office). What supply department did not realize was that
‘beer room’ was the upper portion of the 3 plant CD void. Most
every week, some poor RM-23 CRAO would have to do the overboard
discharge tag audit. Rarely, would a supply weenie join us doing the
audit, so we had unobserved access to pallets of a beverage made
from hops and barley (still nasty Red/White/ Blue though).
Some became rather skilled at removing a portion
of each case and thus making the pallets look undisturbed. No one
ever seemed to be the wiser or even suspicious.
I was one of those who sold their beer for $20 a
can. Heck, I did not really want the beer …. We had been drinking
all cruise long.
Hey KP, was just perusing the site after a long absence, and
found your mention of SL-1 in Idaho. I am very familiar with that. I
have a couple reports (booklets) that I acquired. I didn't realize
it is classified. The reports certainly aren't. I worked at GE with
an Army "ELT?" who was on an off shift at the reactor. He
told me the "real story." It involved a triangle with one
woman (of course) and retribution. Made me think of a Greek tragedy.
Reactor was neat and supposed to be set up in the Arctic for power
and anywhere else the army needed a source. Just think of the
ramifications of that if it had come to fruition. This man also
monitored underground tests near Las Vegas and his revelations are
best left unwritten. Just let it be said, if we feel the ground move
later on this year, pray it's me lumbering about and in any case,
don't take a deep breath........
|You may be right
Hippo, the SL-1 event may now be declassified. Reports
I saw were not stamped (may have been FOUO). I learned
about the "inside story" from someone very
familiar with the investigation. He, too, claimed it
was a love triangle gone bad. I recall seeing a photo
of the bodies. The actual bodies were blacked out but
it was obvious what they were. (I may have seen this at NPS.
Does anyone else remember seeing this photo?). I
remember a body hanging from the ceiling with a rod stuck
through it. (But this could be a false memory.)
Also, as you mentioned, the
army did have a nuclear power program. I recall
meeting a guy at SAIC who went to the army's nuclear power
school (which I think was in Bainbridge, MD ... might have
even been part of navy nuclear power school) The army
scrapped their program many years ago.
What It Was All About:
Message From Rich Lorenz to Lou Wingo:
I believe these two pictures capture what it was
all about. These would be a nice addition to Tuli's site. I can't
remember all the names, but if you look closely, all rates are
Hey Ram I think Rich says it all with the title.
Let me give you the names going left to Right. This is outside the
"El Gringo" Mexican restaurant in Olongopo, Westpac 88.
John Dirck, Don Weitzel, Rick "Booger"
Robbins, Mike "Bing Bang" Benz, Mike "George"
Carlin, Billy Ed "Buttmouth" Noll, Mike "Galloob"
Galbraith, Al "the Senator" Raymond, Jim(?) Wienbecker,
Randy Jestice, Joe "the wild Juahito" Curcio, Craig "Iggy"
Primer, Greg "Poopy" Weiland, Mike Vieth, Rick
"Rack" Ruff, John Van Muckey, and Joe "Mama"
I think I actually took the picture, which is why
I'm not in it. At least that's my excuse. We all had dinner there
that night and Randy entertained us with some standup comedy, they
had a stage and I forced Randy to do it. As I recall it was a lot of
jokes in which Andy Sevald (RCA) and the rest of the khakis were the
butts. From there we went on to another bar and bull riding and of
course ended up in our old favorite, the "Sharks Cove".
And that's what it's all about!!
|It's funny to
look at this photo. It was like it was just
taken. I can't believe 16 years now separates us from
this time. I knew all these guys and they all knew
me. I can still remember vividly conversations I had
with each guy, whether during the wee hours of some midwatch
or in some honky tonk overseas. Those were great friends and
Also, in the [above] photo
taken in front of The Sharks Cove, I forgot the little bar
downstairs was called the Red River. I'd often migrate
down from the Cove to that little place and watch and listen
to the country band that was playing. They were
fantastic! I would sit for hours sometimes and watch
the guitar player. That's how I learned most of the
country songs I play now. The best thing I learned
from that guy was how to use a volume pedal to make your
guitar sound like a pedal steel. They also had this
girl singer who sounded just like Patsy Cline. I sure
miss those hot, hazy, Olongapo nights. A million bucks
couldn't buy happy times like that.
As The Pig Turns ....
I've already posted a lot this week so this week's
edition of "As the Pig Floats" should be slightly
Taking a break from my historical journey or at
least a digression. Remember when you first got to the pig and went
to sea for real? For me it all happened at the same time. Between
prototype and the pig I had about a month off and was in a fragile
mental condition. I found the only way to regain my senses was to
party my ass off so I did. Unfortunately I didn't spend much time
thinking about what lay ahead for me. So when the day came that I
had to go back I had not prepared in any way for life at sea. I
didn't know what I was allowed to bring on the ship, what life would
be like, hadn't even thought about it. I knew I needed all my
uniforms and my orders and I certainly wouldn't show up without some
of my civvies. So I basically left home with a sea bag full of
uniforms and a couple changes of clothes and that's it. Didn't take
long before I realized how under-equipped I was for life at sea.
Let's make a quick list of the necessities for life at sea
(hopefully some poor kid out there going through this may read and
Some kind of personal stereo device - I got to the
ship with nothing of the sort. Back then it was a Sony Walkman tape
player that everyone had. I left mine at home. These days I'm sure
it's MP3 players and no need for tapes, or even CD's. Just a laptop
with hard drive space and a wireless internet card or wi-fi. I spent
the first two months on the ship without tunes, my God that
Camera/camcorder - When I got to the ship I had no
camera. Biggest mistake of my life, I had no way to record memories
of PI, Diego Garcia, The Suez Canal, Italy, France, my wog day,
Australia, PI again, and coming home to Alameda. I regret this so
much it hurts. Right now I'm in the position of begging anyone who
reads this to send me pictures especially if I'm in them from that
86 cruise. Please help a buddy out!!!
Pit Fan - Anyone who's been on a Westpac and
cruised the Persian Gulf knows you cannot survive without a pit fan.
You can only get so naked in your pit and those hurricane fans are
always subject to re-direction. Fights break out over those things.
I'm at the point in my life now where because of this I can't sleep
without the ceiling fan on, even in the dead of winter.
Piss bottle - Don't even think of standing a 6
hour watch without a trusty piss bottle present.
Reading material - Man I was desperate for
anything to read my first cruise. Most of the time you couldn't get
a seat in the lounge if the movie was decent. You gotta have
something to entertain and pass the time.
Shower shoes - within 2 weeks of being at sea the
drains are clogged with used up porn. What are you stepping
Pictures or memories of home - Gotta have
something to remind you of what's going on back in the world. I
couldn't stand not knowing what was going on or finding out weeks
later. I suppose now it's different. I know you can even email from
sea. In our day it took a red cross situation to send a western
Knee pads - not for the FFF types but for wog day.
Not sure they still do things the way they used to but if you didn't
have knee pads, you suffered!
A good attitude - Took me until after I left
unfortunately to realize that no matter how much you don't like the
surroundings you need to appreciate every day God gives you and the
good things going on around you. Spent too much time being bitter
about the Navy and sometimes forgot to appreciate all the good and
remarkable things going on around me.
Good Friends - Most important thing in the world.
The good thing about the Enterprise is that I was going to it with
people I knew like Randy Jestice, Mark Groseclose, Chuck Muller, Q
Gyolai, these guys made it so much more bearable. Felt sorry for
those guys going to submarines by themselves. And it didn't stop
there, think of all the great friends you made on the pig. Misery
loves company but we always made the best of it and had great times.
My friends on the pig were the best friends of my life. I miss all
So there it is. Hopefully others can add on I know
this list isn't the end of the story.
|Got me to
thinking about how when I arrived on The E, I brought only my sea
bag, garment bag and gal--i.e., my trusty '77
telecaster. I was told by everyone that I couldn't
bring her. Every plane, chopper, etc. on the way out
made it clear I was only to have one sea bag and one garment
bag. But I ignored them and arrived with my tele.
I just couldn't be separated from her. I think I had
to sleep with her for a night or two and then found a
void in RT to keep her the rest of the cruise.
No matter how bad it sucked I always had my telecaster to
cheer me up. To this day that guitar never leaves my
side. As we speak (or as I type I should say) it sits
beside me, leaning against the side of my desk.
But the best thing I
brought along with me that day was my friends. We 8502
& 8503 guys were lucky to be so "stabbed" as
to be assigned the same ship. I can't imagine how
awful it would have been to go to sea without long-time
friends. And the 86 cruise was pretty much a pleasure
cruise since none of us were qualified anything and the RT
Lords had no way of keeping track of anything we did.
And it seemed like we hit another port every few
weeks! Duty? What was that!
As far as tunes went, I
bought a walkman and as many $1 knock off tapes as I could
in Singapore. I also got a camera. Many guys
bought their first CD player there, as they were still too
expensive in the States. I recall the CDs being
extremely expensive, though (since they couldn't be counterfeited
All Hail The True King of 4-Plant: Tom
Hey Ram, I spent a few hours reading through the stories. Saw my
name mentioned a couple of times (Tom Cluney). I am alive and well,
even though it may upset some people. Finished up with the Nav in
Oct. ' 02 and am now working for Progress Energy in Hartsville, SC.
George Bagwell used to work here, but he transferred to a coal plant
in Asheville, NC a few years before I got here. Now the policy here
is pretty much like in the Nav, once a nuke, always a nuke. The
other option is to quit.
Saw a few people I recognized in some of the pictures and several
names from your contributors. For Patty O Hall, Hefty Hen was Larry
Cormican. Len Ravan was Bull Toad. Don't know if you remember Kempka
(Kid), but a bunch of us had T-shirts made in the PI that said KSD
in 86 (Kid sucks d___s in ' 86).
Also don't know if you remember an officer named Donithan. He was
one of the Chemistry Assistants we had in the late ' 80s. He also
works here. I'll let him know about the website.
As for Skeletor, he was de-nuked after taking his own command
when he left the Prise due to developing glaucoma. Pete Desmond was
the one who fell asleep halfway through the hatch in 4 RAR access
while doing field day. Andy Raymond went on to become NRRO.
One of my favorite memories is the day we left Singapore on the
89-90 world cruise. Pat Hobans mom sent a special care package for
Christmas that didn't get inspected. When I came down to the RC shop
to relieve him that evening as RT, he asked me if I liked White
Zinfadel. When I opened the fridge, he had 2 bottles chilling
courtesy of his mom. It made the evening pass quite pleasantly. My
home email is firstname.lastname@example.org.
I'll try to dredge up some of the old stories for you. Also,
somewhere at home I've got a picture at home from the ' 88 Pac from
Lirios 2 in Olongapo with Jimmy (Fatboy) Brownfield, Craig (Little
Buddy) Myers, George Bagwell, Ray DeGuelle and myself in it. Do you
remember when Greg Brazier cut the illegal 50' cord on MMC Bush's
coffee pot in 4 RAR? I thought he was going to have his stroke right
then and there. I'll close for now. Talk to you later.
Tom! You mean to say you just got out of the navy two
years ago? I think without a doubt you have racked up
the most Enterprise Man Years on this site since I know you
were on at least 5 years before I arrived, stayed another
five, then returned for a least two or three additional
5-year tours. Send back your exact dates and I'll post
them side by side with MMCM Deaville's and we'll see who was
the saltiest dog of 'em all! Great to hear from you
Tom; no doubt you and I stood many watches together.
Send in all them stories I know you have in your scurvy
Hippo Notes and SL-1 Photos ....
A few pictures of SL-1 if your interested. Also found my
"Dopey Book." Jeez, remember when we knew what this stuff
was? If you read this report, the man was on the ceiling. I'd be
willing to send this to anyone interested, but I want it back.....
Comes Aboard ....
Hey, just discovered your site! I was onboard the
Big Pig from 86-92. I was 2MMR LPO, until the refit then ended up
supervising the TIC Shack up topside. As I look through the pages, I
don't really see a mechanism for adding one's stories. How is that
done? Is there a page I'm missing or do you just add them via email?
Let me know.
|Just email 'em
in Mike. I remember you! King of the hammer mechanics,
Hey man I got pictures of you from Africa and on
beer day too. Gotta get them on this computer but I'll send them to
Ram very soon.
Christmas Cheer .....
Tom Cluney! Man, it's been a while. OK, the story
that Tom is referring to was when the PIG was in Singapore for
Christmas in 1989. A few weeks after departure for the World Cruise,
I received a package from my mom, who happened to be a region
manager for an east coast wine distributor. Don Reese was with me
when I got the package from the RC office after a midwatch. It was a
large box that had a familiar wine company log on it. Don was
jumping up and down saying that my mom had sent a bottle of wine. I
just dismissed it explaining that she probably brought a box home
from work to pack some things in. I took it back to my rack, with
Reese in tow and began to open the package. Something fell out and
hit the floor, Don picked it up. A corkscrew. We were both giggling
Right around Christmas I was standing watch (if
that's what you call sitting in the RC shop listening to music on
the illegal tape deck) when Reese rushed into the shop and said that
I received another package from my mom. He swears it must be wine
because it is bigger that the last package. We get someone with a
key to the RC office to let us in and swipe the package before it
gets "inspected." Sure enough, not one but TWO bottles of
wine, carefully packed in Styrofoam shipping containers. We smuggle
'em down into the plant because the RC shop had a fridge. Put a sign
on the door 'KEEP OUT FIELD DAY IN PROGRESS' A few hours later Tom
Cluney shows up to relieve the watch and join in on the Christmas
I'll have to tell you about Cluney's idea to put
Bacardi 151 Rum in a shampoo bottle. But that's another day.
Pat Hoban - Working hard to get to Vegas, first
beer is on me
The Purple Avenger!
KP Somewhere in late 75 or early 76, 1MMR got a
new addition. A seasoned guy transferred in from one of the other
MMRs. (Don't remember why.) He was a guy named Ed Kennicott, and he
was a great addition to the engineroom. Ed had been raised in Alaska
and Oregon. Evidently he and his childhood friends had decided at
some point to become super heroes and Ed chose to become the Purple
Avenger. While on the Enterprise, Ed's knub book name and alter ego
was "The Purple Avenger". (P.A. to his friends.)
Ed was not only a great fellow watch stander, but
he became one of my favorite steaming companions. Ed wasn't exactly
a creative steamer, but if you were his steaming buddy for the
evening, Ed would agree to ANY stupid idea that you came up with.
You'd just say, "Ed lets……." and Ed would get this
goofy grin, nod his head and give you a nonchalant,
In Alameda, the last couple of nights before we
would pull out for carrier quals or whatever, Reactor and
Engineering Depts would close the bars on Webster Street. Then we'd
go to this big vacant field with an assorted variety of alcoholic
beverages, party till the booze was gone and head to the ship. On
one occasion, I had the 08:00 CMO watch later that morning so I just
had a couple of beers to be sociable and headed back to the ship
early. Ed and company were still going strong when I left the party.
When I woke up the next morning, I went by Ed's rack. One of his
feet was sticking out from behind the curtain. It was totally BLUE!
I feared Ed was dead. I nervously reached into his rack and felt his
neck. He was warm and had a pulse. (Always a good sign.) I shook him
awake and asked if he was okay. He just gave me that big goofy grin.
Seems that Burt Page had suggested that he and Ed travel from
Atlantic Ave all the way to Central Ave using only back yards. (A
typical Burt Page idea.) No doubt Burt received the typical goofy
grin, head nod and "Okay" from Ed. It took the two of
those clowns till 6 AM to complete their trek. Over fences, over
storage sheds, though garages, fending off dogs etc. along the way.
Their clothes were a mess. Ed (in Purple Avenger mode) was wearing
brand new blue sneakers (now ruined) and in the early morning dew,
they got soaked and bled blue dye onto Ed's feet.
Ed was a great steaming companion in the P.I. We
had our favorite haunts but we loved to go bar hopping as well. We'd
take off and see how many bars we could hit having two beers apiece
at each. When we were in a bar we had never visited before, the
first one that had to piss was required to do a "Lewis and
Clark". This entailed 1) finding the head without asking for
directions 2) taking care of business 3) finding your way back to
the table in a dark, smoky, strange place and 4) giving a detailed
description of the facilities and their location.
Once Ed's BAL reached a certain zone, however, you
had to watch out for the Purple Avenger. It was like Superman. One
minute he was mild mannered Ed, then it was like he leapt into a
nearby phone booth and out comes the Purple Avenger. You just knew
this was going to be a night that stories would be told about. One
night a bunch of us were sitting around the Astro Club listening to
Our Daily Bread band. Some guys were describing a new craze back in
the States called "break dancing". Soon afterward the band
goes into end (fast) part of "Free Bird". Just then, the
Purple Avenger makes his appearance. P.A. gets out on the dance
floor and starts the craziest gyrations I've ever seen. Everyone
clears off the dance floor and cheers him on. The band was even
getting into it and extended the song. P.A.'s most popular move was
to spin around faster and faster to the music, then kick his legs
out straight behind him and land on his elbows. Finally the song
ended and everyone cheered the performance. Several of us went out
on the dance floor. The Purple Avenger was gone and in his place was
an exhausted, sweat soaked Ed. We helped him back to the table and
gave him a beer.
In the early 80s I went up to Ed's small town in
Oregon for a 3 day weekend. Ed had Larry Steuben come down from
Hanford Washington at the same time. Bad Idea! I used to be
borderline crazy in those days and Larry was much worse. Ed gave a
lot of goofy grins, head nods and "Okay's" that weekend.
Ed's poor fiancé had never experienced the Purple Avenger, and she
got a crash course. Some serious ( yet good natured and non-violent)
mayhem resulted in Ed's town the next couple of days. Buddies like
Ed don't come along very often and I've often thought about looking
him up but I don't want to jeopardize his marriage or my sanity.
A brief note to the citizens and Sheriffs
Department of Albany Oregon : That shit was all Larry's idea. Me and
Ed were just along for the ride.
"That Fuss Was Us"
As The Pig Turns ....
So the time now is late spring '86 and the
Enterprise has been redirected out of the Persian Gulf and into the
Mediterranean. Mostly because Quadaffy Duck was stirring up some
shit. I remember the night before we went through the Suez, the
sunset was red and the whole place had an eerie red shade to it, it
was like a huge harbor and so many ships waiting to go through the
canal. I didn't spend much time on deck, but I thought it was
interesting how close the canal was (not much room when you squeeze
a carrier in their), kept thinking how easy it would be for some
terrorist asshole to show up with an RPG or something and nail us.
Got a cool little Suez safari certificate for going through though.
We get into the Med, and the first thing we do is
head for a port, Naples, Italy to be exact. I'm thinking this is
cool beyond measure, never expected to get this being a west coast
sailor. This was what was going to be cool about being in the Navy,
seeing the world! Well, we pulled into Naples while I was still a RT
nub, which meant that I had no duty or job to account for, just had
to muster every morning and then make myself scarce. This is my
first experience with a liberty boat too. Remember the lines and the
fear that you would spend hours only to be turned down by some
dickhead because your beard had grown long while you were in line,
or because he thought your jeans were inappropriate? I always pushed
the limits on SAT hair. Not that it ever made a difference with the
Naples was so old and so new at the same time. I
remember thinking I gotta get some authentic Italian pizza so when
lunchtime hit that was the first mission. How disappointing to
discover the "Italian" version of pizza was crust with
stewed tomatoes spread over it with maybe some meat and vegetables.
Not even any mozzarella!! Okay lesson learned the best pizza in the
world was in New York or Chicago (depending on style), and the best
Italian food is the Americanized version (specifically my mother's).
That was the first disappointment.
Second disappointment: where were the hot chicks??
I don't remember any local girls in Italy. I take that back. I
do remember some but I never saw their faces because they were
always on the back of a scooter hanging on to some Fabio type dude.
Where was that chick that was a dead ringer for Sophia Loren? Where
was that hot-blooded Italian girl that could only be satisfied by an
American sailor (namely me)? I remember just walking around Naples
and this hooker is accosting us and "she" had at least two
days of dark beard on "her" and arms like a gorilla. That
was how you could tell the difference, if a chick was interested in
you it was more than likely a transvestite hooker. If she cursed at
you and got on the back of the scooter with Fabio, she was
everything you wanted.
Third and worst disappointment: I do not speak
Italian. Finally got it through my head that I had to get to Rome.
So like the other squids I made my way to the train station. Now the
only Italian I speak is "Rome." So when I said this to the
ticket salesman, he got me a ticket to "Roma." About 6
hours later I learned that there are two trains to Rome, one is the
express that everyone else was fortunate enough to get and the other
was the one that stops at every small town in between (the one I got
on). I got to see a lot of the people of Italy and the many, many
train stops between Rome and Naples and in the process I learned the
only other Italian word I know, "Ciao." I finally got to
Rome with about 1 hour to see the entire city before I had to catch
the express train back to Naples so I wouldn't miss the liberty
boats. We ran frantically to the coliseum, looked at it for about 30
seconds and ran our asses back to the train station. I remember
seeing all my other buddies lounging in sidewalk cafes relaxing
after a full day of sightseeing and taking in Rome. I was so
jealous. So this remains another of many unfinished businesses in my
life. I now have the "need" to go and see what I missed.
Kind of like seeing the trailer for a movie, wanting to see it,
hearing everyone talk about it, and still never seeing it. As I've
said before, if you're interested in the port, take leave. Mark
Groseclose did this in Italy and didn't see the ship again until we
pulled into France. He was smart!
Fourth disappointment: one I'm ashamed to admit.
Well the decent girls aren't to be found and I'm not one for
transvestite hookers with more hair on their arms than I had on my
entire head ( I hadn't gone bald yet), so Randy Jestice and I decide
to check out the fine arts of Naples. We meander on into a porno
theater and to my surprise find half of the Enterprise crew in the
audience. The amazing thing about this and the lasting impression is
that we were watching an American porno flick in Italy with Italian
subtitles. Our porn is universal….Of course, the Italian printed
porn was everywhere. As previously mentioned on this site it was
like a weird venereal disease that seemed to be contracted by
everyone. The rest of the cruise that stuff was showing up. I don't
know for certain but I'm thinking it even came back around for the
88 cruise. I know every time we went to sea for the next 4 years
when porn would rear it's ugly head in the showers and toilets you
were almost afraid to look and see if it was the dread Italian
strain. The scourge of humanity!!! Of course you'd check it out
though just to be sure. You felt unclean just looking at it, but yet
you couldn't help but look at it. They even had comic book porn, and
it was gross too!!
Among these disappointments though there was
greatness. I remember on the last night Randy and I found a really
good Italian restaurant and polished off a couple bottles of local
wine and then chased it with very strong cappuccino. Talk about one
extreme to another. The coast line of Naples was actually very
beautiful, especially at sunset. I also remember the Italian beer (Peroni)
and Heineken which were plentifully available along the dock where
the liberty boats pulled in. We would come to realize that Heineken
is really just the Budweiser of Europe. It had such a cool
reputation in the states back then too. Remember those sandwiches
you could get at the dockside? Not sure what all was in them but I
seem to recall sausage, peppers, onions and mozzarella. These were
so incredibly good when you were shitfaced and waiting for the
Naples was very very old but it was all new to me…My
first true liberty port, and even though there were disappointments,
man it was fun!!
Here's some pics that Rich Lorenz sent me, since I
don't have any from Italy….If anyone knows where Mark Fritz is
please tell him to contact me.
[Galbraith with Italian Chicks; Mark Serna,
Galbraith, Rob and Me in Rome; Galbraith at the Coliseum]
Of course Galbraith was able to find Italian girls…..
Here's a pic from the 86 Westpac SG inspection
job. Also, the Ken Yamamoto email address doesn't seem to work. You
might want to test it.
Ed Bowles Comes Aboard .....
I'd like to list my email address, I was in M Division in 3 Main
from 1966 until 1968. Ed Bowles email address email@example.com
Thank for you for your time and effort on this
Big E in Subic
KP, Here's a picture that Ron Ogan recently sent
me. This picture was obviously taken in the 80s. I always thought
that the old gal looked her best when tied up at Subic.
|And if you
look real close that's probably me on that cherry picker,
doing that dreaded RC vent fan soap test maintenance;)
Paint Queue ....
Also KP, if you look close at the picture of the old gal in Subic,
you can see the paint gantry near the fantail. I remember the lines
of Filipino workers who would queue up for the chance to make a few
extra dollars painting the ship. Going west, we would paint the
starboard side and going east, we would paint the port side. No
wonder she always looked good for our homecoming!!!
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