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

Spike Owen Comes Aboard ....

Please list me on your web site.

Dave "spike" Owen RM-23, 1988-1992

dave12366@yahoo.com

5/10/04

REUNION UPDATE!!!!!!

In taking to a military reunion planner, I've learned that September-October and March-April in Vegas is prime convention and trade show time. In other words, it's going to be more expensive and harder to set up than November or possibly January-February. Weekends will be more costly than weekdays.

We've got about 65 potential attendees at this point. Seems like keeping costs down is important to enough that it's been mentioned. The planner I'm talking to is pretty flexible and will accommodate what we want to do.

I need to get a price point that the majority is comfortable with. This will give the planner something to work with. The planners will set up rooms, hospitality at the hotel, banquet, tours (of the strip, dam, etc. if we want), shows, provide name tags and a registration packet with itinerary, etc.

I'm thinking we arrive on a Friday, have a hospitality room to meet and greet (cash bar maybe?). Not sure what everyone wants, but maybe a brunch on Saturday would be better than dinner banquet that night. That would allow us to have a strip tour for those interested, show for those who want that and an open Saturday night for others exercising their "kitchen pass" (yours truly!). Sunday we all wake up and stagger to the airport and home.

Everyone will have to figure out their own flight plans and transportation to the hotel. The dollar figure I need to figure is for the two nights in the hotel room (I'm sure some will arrive Saturday morning and some may want to stay at the $19.95 motel down the street), Friday hospitality, Saturday brunch or dinner, and any tours if there is interest.

If I had to give a ballpark number, say $75/night, $10 for Friday hospitality, $30 for brunch, plus ?. So maybe $200 for a room and food, no tours. Obviously, with a spouse or sharing a room with a shipmate (did I really use that word?), you add to the food, but not the room costs and save some money; Maybe about $250 for two.

I'm guessing here. I need some feedback from those who want to attend.

Finally, I think it will be in our best interest, for cost and better attendance, if we push this back to November, January or February. Any comments/objections?

Thanks, Rob Shane bigereunion@verizon.net

5/11/04

Rob, thanks for your outstanding work setting things in motion.  I am extremely flexible and I hope everyone else is too.  I have no problem with the date being pushed back to ease the costs a bit.  

Please contact Rob through the above email with your feedback.  We're getting close guys!  This reunion is coming together better than we ever imagined.   

KP

College Before and after The Navy ....

As you read on page 29 I wasn't exactly a model student my first try at college.  I can't even remember anything except a blur here and there.  (And I had completely forgotten about the Scott Shultz saga until Lou reminded me of it.)  In one of my Letters To My Children, written a few years back, I summed up my freshman year at UCI as follows:  

"I have no recollection of anything.  I couldn't even tell you if I ever went to class.  I probably didn't.  My whole experience can be summed up in my dorm photo, which was taken at the end of the year.  In that photo are the people who lived in my dorm (not one name can I recall) and there above their solemn faces is someone who looks like me.  This person is hanging off a railing in a pair of bikini briefs."  

I was asked to leave UCI and found myself wasting time at CSULB (admitted on probation) for three semesters.  Then I joined the navy.  After the navy I didn't miss a beat and went right back to college.  This time I took it seriously and did well.  It was almost impossible for me to party the second time around.  I needed to graduate; that's all I focused on.  How many others out there did college before and after the navy?  Was the second time around a bit more mellower?  

KP 

5/11/04      

Big Lou on Campus ....

Came into the Navy right out of high school. This was my father's choice not mine. He basically forced the issue but that's a much longer discussion. I spent the whole time I was in the Navy enamored and jealous of kids my age who were in college. It was my single ambition when my EAOS rolled around so there was no thought of going to work in the nuke business until I had my degree. For me the question was what to major in. Finally went with what I knew and did electrical engineering. You're right about waiting to go to school. I hit the campus with a clear idea of what I was there for and aced my first semester (4.0). The second semester however I fell to my earlier desires and joined the fraternity and started a social life. Ended up with a 3.0 GPA and that was largely due to me scrambling my senior year and pulling a lot of A's out at the last minute. By the way I was married my senior year which meant that I was back to being serious about school again. My only regret is that I wish I'd had the foresight to realize that when I was in the Navy, school would still be there when I got out and would be just as much fun if not more. I could have had even more fun while I was a sailor, and I don't think the things that bothered me in the Navy would have been so bothersome. Of course the more intolerable things would have certainly remained intolerable…

I think you're right, that for many of us, it's good to have some time to grow up and get some maturity before we go to college. I know if I'd gone to college right after high school I'd have done the very same thing you did Ram (well maybe not the criminal aspects such as aiding and abetting [an unknown criminal]). I think all in all it worked out exactly as it should, and I wouldn't trade my Navy experience, friendships, and memories for anything.

Louie Wingo

5/17/04

Sprint changed my email address it's now:

Louie.E.Wingo@mail.sprint.com

The old one will still work for a little while but you should save the return address on this email. Write back and tell me how much you love me….

Roy Tooley Comes Aboard .....

Add me to your Bog "E" contacts list on your website, please. I served in RM Div.,#1 plant, from 1967 to 1969. My email address is rltooley@aol.com.

Thanks,

Roy Tooley

5/17/04

Rich Campbell Comes Aboard .....

I have enjoyed the website. Brings back a lot of memories.

Please add me to the email list. 

I went through the list of Names and did not see too many of the early 80's RM-14 guys. Anybody know the whereabouts of "Tack," "Gerber,, "Herman,, "Ray," etc? Going through the site brought back a lot of memories. After serving three ships, I have to say that the Enterprise was the best. After looking at the other sites, I find that this one is most appropriate to share with others our existence at sea. There were two things I learned when I reported to RM-14: 1) Slave at Sea - Play in Port and 2) Pushing One - Pulling Two and Three. Keep up the good work.

I was with RM14, Sep 83 to Sep 86

Thanks 

Rich Campbell

wetcat16ft@yahoo.com

5/17/04

Mike Faivus Gets new Email Addy:

I wanted to update my email in the registry. It is now Mfaivus@twcny.rr.com.

Thanks,

Mike Faivus, RL Div. 1986-1989

5/17/04

TIM BROWN has Come Aboard!

Ram,

What a great site ..... brings back memories! Served with you 87-90 RE01. Rob Shane told me about the site he works with the same company as I do.

Tim Brown, RE01 LPO, 1987 -1990

tabrown67@yahoo.com

5/17/04

Tim!  It's about time you showed up!  You are mentioned in many places on this site.  I have at least two stories about you here and I'm sure I could add many more.  Hope you send in some memories as soon as you can!  

Ram

New Jolo Club ....

This picture was recently sent to me by "Big John" Carlson. It was taken in the New Jolo Club sometime in the 70s. Some may remember this club as one of the "sleazier" ones without having to go out to Subic City. The picture was taken by Craig Schroeder, who recently described the New Jolo as the "Original home of the peso show." That and a well crafted mojo were their main attractions.

The New Jolo was on Rizal just a stone's throw from the intersection of Magsaysay. I was usually to be found in the high decibel hard rock clubs, but occasionally it was nice to take a break and "wind down" with a good peso show and some tasty mojo.

I remember one night a few of us were in the N.J. having some mojo and shooting the shit. There was the usual peso show in progress on the stage, but we weren't really paying much attention. Suddenly Paul Burke bursts out laughing. I asked what was so funny and he says, "Look at the band." They had a five piece "Mariachi" style band, and the band members were all sitting down, leaning back against the wall, and playing their instruments while half asleep!

The N.J. is also the first place I ate a baloot! (My spell-check didn't know what to do with that one! No, I did not eat a balloon!) I ate several baloots in my day, but certainly none while I was sober.

That's me with the beard and umbrella in the far right of the photo. The P.I. is the only place I ever owned an umbrella. I always considered them for sissies, but in the P.I. EVERYONE had one. And during the monsoon, they became an absolute necessity.

BTW KP, It's not too clear in the picture, but do you notice my T shirt? Ever have one like it? (Maybe they changed the design by the time you got there.)

PP

5/20/04

Steven Pena Comes Aboard .....

I would like to be added to the Big E Rx and Eng Alumni list: Steven Pena, EM14, 2000-2003. Thanks, 

Steven Pena

spena@sc.rr.com

5/20/04

Military Jargon ....

A couple of weeks ago I was working night shift with an ex-bubblehead that I know. In the wee hours we started discussing military jargon. Here's some of the stuff we dredged up. Some of it's military wide, others are probably specific to the "E" or the nuke field.

Big Chicken Dinner : Bad Conduct Discharge. 
Bug Juice : Why couldn't the Navy just call it Kool-Aid like the rest of the free world? 
Courtesy Flush : Flushing the shitter before you are truly done with business. (Usually done at the request of others.)
Dirt Bagging It : Getting off watch in the engineroom and hitting the rack without first showering. 
Fart Sack : The slip cover for your mattress. 
Gedunk : Snack Shop. 
Groceries : (From my first ship.) Anything edible. 
"Getting Gravy" : A good fart gone bad. (Funny when it happens to someone else.) " I tried to rip one off in EOS, but I got gravy."
Hash Marks : Skid marks or powder burns in ones skivvies. 
Hockey Pucks and Donkey Dicks : Hamburgers and hot dogs served at the forward chow line. 
Hollywood : Any shower over 3 minutes. 
Pit, Skid, Rack : Where you slept. (Or tried to.) 
Strapping Someone On : Giving someone an unnecessarily brutal BNEQ check out. 
SNAFU, BOHICA, DILIGAF, FUBAR : No explanation necessary.

Finally my bubblehead buddy threw his trump card. He cracked me up with "Patrol Sock." He went on to describe it as : "For those private monkey spanking moments."

PP

5/24/04

Were You Exposed to DHMO?

Although this might be a better topic for CritThink, perhaps a more general posting on the Rxdept web site is merited due to the chronic exposure all of us faced on the Big E to this insidious chemical compound. Most of us don't realize that it is found almost everywhere and is even referred to in industry as the "universal solvent."

It should be noted that neither myself nor my friend have any connection, financial or otherwise, to any to the numerous class-action personal injury law firms who are litigating matters related to DHMO exposure.

From a physicist friend of mine:

http://www.dhmo.org/

Eric Mann

5/24/04

4 Plant Memories .....

I was reviewing page 12 when a name from the past stuck out - Summa, lovingly referred to as the "Twit" or Eric and yes he seemed to always be seasick. One particularly bad day we found him sprawled out across the top of "4B" Top Hat moaning like a sick cat. We thought that he was ill so we brought him a glass half full of water for him to look at. It must have worked because he got up and left the plant.

I remember that the 4plt M-Div'ers were very fond of him. Once while pulling into Alameda he was throttles. Knowing that he was a big man, the CMO and gang decided to hang on the astern throttle linkage and test his strength. After an astern bell was called for, there were a few tugs on the linkage (fish on), the CMO and gang let go all at once. He was pulling so hard that he then hit his head against the EOS door and was not able to answer the bell. We then learned what the backup throttleman was for.

About the pens - Bush would claim all new boxes and take every one apart. He used to walk around with a rainbow assortment in his pocket. If you had a color he didn't - you hid it.

Rich

5/24/04

Randy Guthrie Comes Aboard .....

Got a contact from Jeff Curry.

Randy Guthrie

M- Div, 4-Plant 1981 - 1984

kickin3@3-cities.com

5/24/05

Guy Gaines Comes Aboard ....

Pretty cool site......reading through the stories brings back a lot of memories!

Seems like I got on the Enterprise back in 81 when she was in Bremerton and got off in 85 or 86 sometime.... Please add me to your list of the 80's use my private email GGaines@GainesTech.com.

For a while I was the LPO for RM-14, then there was some issue with a controlled substance, so I ended up hanging out in the berthing.....making sure the shitters stayed clean and that the laundry smelled like them!

I've kept in touch with a few of the guys - but wonder what happened to a lot of them!

Thanks!!

5/24/04

Outback Jack..........

Ram,

I'd like to post this story anonymously, for obvious reasons. Additionally, you might want to edit it for adult content, if I go to far, but I swear it is true, and Big Lou Wingo can vouch. It's not a Big E story, but happened earlier in my career before I went to the E.

Lou mentioned that there were sign-up boards in Australia, and so there were. I went to Australia in the winter of 86-87, on another ship. It was summer there at the time, and we had a great time, renting a car, driving around the outback, chasing kangaroos for photo ops, etc... All the contenders for America's cup were in town, and it was a big party. My liberty buddy had duty, so I went out solo to get something to eat. As I was coming back, I noticed the LONG lines for tours of the ship, which was anchored out in the bay off of Perth. A family grabbed me, and begged me to take them on a tour of the ship, as if you had an escort, you didn't have to stand in the long tour lines. I'm a soft touch, so agreed, took the launch out to the ship, changed into dress whites, and rode back to the pier to pick them up, and toured them around for several hours. I then rode the liberty boat back to shore with them, and said goodbye. 

It was then I noticed that the duty section was manning a phone bank, and they had several boards up (kind of like cubicle partition boards) filled with 3x5 cards, all where locals had called in requesting a sailor for Christmas dinner, a party, etc. The duty guys (mostly SNs) looked pretty bored, and one of the phones was sitting there ringing with no one answering it, as that fellow was off smoking and coking. So, as I was dressed up, and a 2nd class, I strolled up and answered the phone, wrote down the information, and hung up. The phone instantly started ringing again... Damn. But it was a young lady on the other end, asking for two sailors to call and come party with her and her girlfriend...Hmmm. I took the message, and slipped that one into my pocket. I was suddenly glad to answer the phone. The light went off in my head, and it was great. You never knew who was going to be on the other line, and I was trading up as I answered the phone. 30% or so were girls asking for sailors for various reasons, and I lost my shyness (and tact) fast. After 20 calls, I'd say: "How much do you weigh?" and other such rude, but vital, questions. 

After about an hour, I hit the mother load. She had the sweetest voice, and asked me about the "Dial-a-sailor" program. Well, I said, tell me about yourself, and I'll put the information on a card, and maybe a sailor will call you. "OK," she said, what do you want to know. Well, what do you look like, I asked. "Medium height, slender, blonde hair, green eyes," she said. Good so far. And what do you do, I asked? "I'm a topless entertainer," she replied. I looked around, to see if I was being set up in some strange fashion, then hunched over to make sure no one could grab the phone away from me. (as though anyone would try.) So, we started talking, and after 10 minutes or so, I said, "Why don't you just take me?" and she replied that that would be fine, as long as I was at least 6 feet tall. I muttered a prayer of thanks for my dad and the laws of genetics, and said I happened to be six feet, and we arranged for her to pick me up the next morning. 

Sure enough, she picked me up the next morning, and she was an Australian beauty. She took me all over Perth, and we had a great time. They had this 100 foot long curved wall, designed so that if you whispered at one end, the person way down at the other could hear you. We went out to a park, which had this very old earthen dam, and tunnels inside of it, with water trickling and leaking around. I mostly remember praying that that day wouldn't be the one that the SOB let go, and I got washed away in a muddy disaster. But luck held out, and we then had a picnic in the park... Very nice, after being out at sea spinning circles in the IO for the last several months. She said "It's a shame that you have to go back to the ship tonight. You could sleep at my place if you wanted to." I innocently took this to mean that I'd be on the couch, and she'd be in the bedroom. "That would be great," I said. She then replied "I'll bet you'd like to... You probably haven't had any in 4 months." This was 1986, long before Wayne's World, but it was truly a shwiiinnnggg moment. 

So, later that night, things got personal, and I'm ashamed to say I didn't do my country proud. It had indeed been longer than 4 months, and the result was a 45 second trip to the moon, and I was finished. She said something like, "Hmmm, I'll just go get cleaned up" and I was left lying there feeling that the prowess of the US Navy was mine to show with an Australian topless dancer, and I'd let down the team. There was only one thing to do... So, I mentally began preparing myself to restore honor to the American fighting man. She came back in, and I had reached my happy place, completely removed from that bed, and began to kiss my way down...... I can do this, I told myself... Just don't think about it.... dooonnnn't think about it..... And then, right as I was about there, she pops out with "You might get a bit o' your own down there, mate." Auughhghghh. I went on to go down for America, but she sure didn't make it easy. 

A couple days later (Day after Christmas, called Boxing Day there) I went out with her on a topless job. It was the Christmas party at a used car lot, and we arrived early, when the only guy there was the manager, setting up. He was fine with an American Sailor being there... Lots of drinks, shrimp on the barbie, etc etc.. As his other employees arrived, they didn't associate me with her... Maybe they thought the manager had brought me, but it was a great time. I was sitting there in a lawn chair, munching something tasty, drinking a beer, and listening to the salesmen comment on the girls favorable attributes, saying what they'd like to do with her, etc etc. I played it pretty cool, but about half way through the party, another girl showed up, and the changing of the guard took place. My girl came up to me, sitting with the salesmen, and smiling, said, "Ready to go then?" Oh, it was the greatest moment. I thanked the manager for his hospitality, waved by to the other guys, and strolled out with her on my arm, feeling ten feet tall. 

That's my Australia story, that's the best thing that ever happened to me over seas, and that's why, even though I never went back, I always remember Australia as the best port in the world.

Anon

5/26/04 

Jerry Trahan Located ....

Men, While waiting for an appointment at the Prov. VA, a guy sits next to me with a Big E hat. He is Jerry Trahan, MM2 an RM from 4 plt in 69 or so-nuc school class 6503 from Bainbridge and a D1G grad. Gave him the site info, but he is not computer friendly, however his daughter is. Will give details when have more time and a computer to use. 

Willy

5/26/04

More Jargon .....

I enjoyed that list of Navy jargon...I tried to come up with a few more. These are some we used on Ike :

Khaki Flail -- Typical Khaki reaction to any problem that arises.

Clusterfuck -- The usual result of a Khaki Flail.

Sweat Pumps at 100% -- The Khaki flail cannot get much worse.

Slug -- one who is slow to qualify.

Hockey Pucks -- Besides burgers, this is what we called the breakfast sandwich they served at mid rats.

Heavy -- Used to describe someone who knew their shit when it came to the plant.

Khaki Bastard -- used to refer to one who wore khakis.

Shelf -- another word for pit, rack, etc...

Stab (to Stab) -- giving someone a job that really sucks

Gundeck -- signing off maintenance that was not completed

Atomic Pile -- the Reactors

"Ike Bites" -- self explanatory. Phrase often heard from nukes. Also --"IB".

Cartoons -- refers to adult movies

Chowdales -- We all know that one

Shrubs -- Marines; Green and always standing in a line

That's all I can think of right now. I'm sure there are many more!

Mike formerly of Ike 

5/26/04

I remember we snipes and tweakers had some pretty funny expressions on the Big E.  We probably learned these phrases in A School since they were pretty universal and embedded in our vocabulary by the time we hit the fleet.  One Tiger Cruise (1986) EM1 Mike Engle's younger brother was staying with us in RE berthing.  He was only a kid, probably about 10 or 11.  This poor lad absorbed everything he heard and was forever corrupted.  By the time we pulled pier side in Alameda he, too, could cuss like a seasoned sailor.  I recall he would bust up laughing every time someone would say something and then Mike would have to explain what it meant (while giving the offending utterer the evil eye).  "Mike, what does Slob the Knob mean????"

KP

Outback Jack Part II .....

I can vouch for the story of "Outback Jack." Although I wasn't there in person, I've known Jack since A school, and he is a man of deep integrity, and truly one of my best friends. He wouldn't lie about such things, although his writing style immediately makes you suspect he's also submitted this to Penthouse Forum. Besides that it's just too good a tale to doubt. It's what all of us dreamed Australia would be. I’m proud to say I know the guy who truly lived the American dream of Australia!! I raise my Emu beer to you Jack!! "Party on…."

Louie Wingo

5/27/04

More Navy Jargon ....

I feel compelled to add on:

Toad: someone who was very heavy and knew his stuff

Broke dick: the opposite of heavy toad. I remember Lt. Corcoron coming in to take the watch one day and saw me and Weiland sitting the panels, his first words, "Oh god I got broke and dick…."

NUB: I’m surprised nobody put this one in (Steamer's favorite). Non Useful Body

Dinq: Short for delinquent on quals, almost always used in conjunction with NUB, and typically followed up with "Broke Dick"

Horse for the course: The answers to the test you were about to take. Remember in A school how you were always looking for someone who had the "horse for the course".

2.5 and fly: the passing grade and objective of most nukes

2.5 knowledge: knows answer when told

4.0: first meaning is that you were the picture of military bearing, squared away, SAT. Second meaning is of very fine quality "that guy knows his shit, he's 4.0"; "man that chick was 4.0, totally hot"

Sliders: favorite fuel because you hated to wait in long lines behind greasy chowdales slipping in line for thirds!!

Bag: when your relief showed up late or forgot to give you a chow break

Bag Log: a written record of all those who bagged you and when the bagging occurred. Rich Lorenz kept the most accurate and complete bag log known to man…

Brown Trout: the most common sea creature found floating in the aft head

Pit fiend: someone who spent every moment possible sacked out. I knew people who theorized that if they slept whenever possible the cruise would go quicker…

"Home ______" insert the following: boy, biscuit, cooking, bunghole, : a term of endearment for your buddy.

KSD86: Kid sucks dicks in 86….

Hefty hen: the stated code for the acronym FTN which should be intuitively obvious…

Sleazing: anything related to unscrupulous log taking or maintenance or qualification procedures. Sleazing a qual card would be signing signatures for something you never even discussed. Sleazing logs meaning you filled in the blanks on a cool down so that the curve looked perfect. Sleazing maintenance would be doing part or less of the actual work and then signing for it.

Dopey book: Underground record of reactor department activities considered to be contraband but entertaining to all.

Dirtbag: someone lacking in personal hygiene

Sweat ring: that ring of sweat under a watch standers arm, typically belonging to a steam sider. It became a science to actually read sweat rings the way you read the rings on a tree stump to see just how long someone's current shirt had been worn since its last washing.

FFF: Originally an acronym for Fag for Freedom, then when the big weight loss issue came about it was Feast for Freedom

Petty officer Skilcraft: ET's know this as the act of having your pen hold down the rod control switch while performing a startup. If you set your pen just right it would hold down the switch and you wouldn't have to hang on that switch.

Smurf: what they called the guys on temporary assignment waiting Nuke class to start.

Tweaker: Navy definition is a small screw driver, common definition is someone on drugs.

Nuclear waste: someone who got busted on a piss test or failed out of school.

Sponge: anyone who worked on the steam generator job in the mid 80's.

Grapes: the disgusting chowdales that wore the green and purple jerseys.

Getting your bone stroked: this is what happened to you if you stood in the clap line long enough.

Clap line: this is what happened to you if you stayed in the PI long enough.

Honeyco: This is what made you want to stay in the PI long enough.

Man this could go on for days…...

Louie Wingo

5/27/04

Baggin'

The term "Bag" above reminded me of how almost everything was acceptable, except baggin.  You could screw some guy's wife and he'd be more apt to forgive you than if you continuously bagged him.  There was a custom that if you did inadvertently bag someone you made up for it by relieving him early the next time.  SOP was you gave back about half an hour for each 15 minutes of bag time.  I may have bagged a few watches in my time but I always made up for it.  REs were merciless when it came to serial baggers.  Guys that never showed up on time were often woken by signed over logs being tossed on their head.  

KP

5/27/04  

Robert Taylor Comes Aboard .....

I was in EM11 1997-1998

Great Job on the site

Rob Taylor

TaylorRob@missouri.edu

6/1/04

Willie Wright Comes Aboard .....

please add me to your roll call. I am Willie L Wright Jr wrightwljr@hotmail.com. I served from 06/82-06/85 in RM14 then back again from 01/89-10/93 EM14 I think.

v/r Willie

6/1/04

Guy Gaines!!!!!!

Guy Gaines, you old dog! It IS you!! I received an e-mail from Guy and wasn't sure if it was the same "guy" so to speak!

Indeed, Guy was my steaming buddy in Australia when we rented a car and a hotel room. I remember we went swimming in some lake somewhere near an opal mine, but the details are sketchy. I still have a collectable rock somewhere from that trip, too.

Fortunately, it was January when we were down under, so that was the year that there was no winter. Guy was also a collector and semi-expert on gems, which was why we were at the opal mine. Guy purchased a jar of opals, as I recall.

Guy, remember the "Poms on bicycles admitted free" sign at the lion reserve? That's when it hit me just how big of an insult that big Aussie gave me when he asked me if I was a pom.

Guy also had a bass guitar, and was a known lounge jammer. I think. Hope old age and brain cell destruction hasn't perverted these memories too far from their original course!

Arrgh!

ps - how come I don't remember your encounter with the authorities over the herbal material? Perhaps I was already gone... sounds like a song by the Eagles, eh?

6/1/04

A Truxton Nuke Finds Us .....

I was amused by your Enterprise Website. I was a reactor operator on the USS Truxtun (CGN-35), which is now Toyota parts and razor blades (along with all the other CGNs). During my tour of duty on the Truxtun (85-88), I completed two deployments with the Big E battle group. The Truxtun was right behind the Enterprise when it went down the Suez in 86 (to hammer Libya). We were again along side the Big E in the Persian gulf in 88. It brings back good memories. I especially enjoyed my visit to the Enterprise to ogle the 1986 Miss USA contestants when they did their USO show in the Med during the Libyan crisis. Do you guys realize that Miss Ohio turned out to be a very well known Hollywood actress (Halle Berry)?

I didn't know any of the Big E nukes personally, but I do remember partying with a number of them in PI. From what I recall, it sounded like your command sucked about as bad as the Truxtun's. I also remember the great liberty I had in Australia in 86 when the Truxtun was lucky enough to be moored. The Enterprise was anchored in the harbor. Then a big storm came along that threatened the safety of the liberty boats. The majority of the Enterprise crew missed liberty as a result. I do remember quite a few nukes from your ship pissing and moaning about that one when we ultimately got to PI again. I can't say I blame them.

I wish you all good luck in your post Navy life.

For your viewing pleasure, I have attached an interesting picture.

William J. Carter Fuels Engineer - Nine Mile Point Nuclear Station

William.Carter@constellation.com

6/1/04

As WC pointed out, Halle Berry was indeed on the Big E for that Miss USA show.  See page 111 of the '86 cruise book.  

KP

HOLY CRAP ..... 

Hey, I take a few days off and when I check my email I see not one, BUT TWO old pals show up!!!!  As of now almost all of RE Division (circa 1986 - 1989) has been located!  Both the venerable Bernie Martin and our Noble pal "Happy" Hanson are now among the "found." See below for more details .... 

KP

6/6/04

The Sierra Club ....

Our first Subic inport period of the "74 cruise turned out to be a relatively long one. Since we were still R.T. knubs we didn't have those pesky duty days to get in the way either. Time to party hearty. Nevertheless, about 4 days into the stay, Olongapo still hadn't "clicked" in my psyche. Don't get me wrong, I really liked the place but I didn't yet feel that I had found my home away from home.

On about the 5th day I ran into Ron Ogan while we were back on the ship going through the motions of BNEQ quals. He was all aglow about a bar he had found the night before. He kept saying, "You need to go to the Sierra! It's the BEST!!" Not having anything better to do that night, I agreed. That evening I think all six of us 7401-3 guys took off for the Sierra. The Sierra was just about all the way down Magsaysay on the right hand side. It's full name was "The Sierra Supper Club". Several clubs had "Supper" in their name and I never figured that out. I spent a lot of time in those clubs and never saw anyone eating supper in any of them.

The group of us went up the stairs and entered the Sierra. We staked out a table and ordered a round of beer. (We had already learned from bitter experience to go easy on the mojo.) The bar's headline band, The Frictions, were playing when we arrived. They were good. DAMN good! And LOUD! After a couple of songs I decided that this was going to be a place where I would spend a lot of time. Soon they went into one of their signature songs : ZZ Top's La Grange. (ZZ Top would be jealous.) Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place. The Olongapo experience was starting to come into better focus. I met my first cruise "steady" that night. (But that's another story.) When the Frictions took a break, D' Reactions band come on stage and they were damn good too. When The Frictions retook the stage they went into their number one song : A long version of Edgar Winter's "Frankenstein" Totally awesome! Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place and Olongapo just kept looking better and better.

The Sierra had these wooden slats in place of windows, and their bands could be heard a long way down the street. But to be inside, with the music at full volume ... well it had to be experienced to be believed. I've always felt sorry for guys who got to Po Town and never got to see and hear the Frictions playing at the Sierra. That would be like visiting Paris and not seeing the Eiffel Tower. The Sierra was not air conditioned, but when the heat got too much, you could retire to a place in back of the club called "The Playboy Room" It was air conditioned, and featured girls in Playboy Bunny outfits. Their band played what today is called "soft rock".

In subsequent years I've seen ZZ Top in concert and as much as I love them, I've always thought The Frictions were even better, especially when it came to "La Grange". I've seen Edgar Winter in concert too. He was good, but The Frictions OWNED "Frankenstein". It's impossible to explain to people just how good the top bands in Olangapo were.

First inport period of the 78 cruise I made the pilgrimage to the Sierra and the Frictions were GONE! Seems they moved to a new club, The Brown Fox, in which they were majority owners. They were still a great band, but some key ingredient was missing. That ingredient was the Sierra! Someone had taken the Eiffel Tower and plopped it down in Rome! Still a great tower, but the location just doesn't work.

The hours I spent in the Sierra are among the finest memories I have of Olongapo!

PP

6/6/04

No doubt the Sierra was my favorite place to hangout and  I probably logged more hours there than any other Magsaysay bar (close second being Shark's Cove).  It must have been a sad day when the Sierra Club closed it's doors for good when the fleet left town for the last time in 1993.  

KP 

1986 Westpac Video ....

KP-

I have a copy of the 1986 Enterprise WESTPAC video that I found in my mass treasure of Navy crap. I am going to have it transferred to DVD for posterity.

Would people be interested in seeing this video at the reunion or obtaining a copy? And yes, it has a copy of the Theme from Rocky.

BTW - What’s the update on the reunion?

Contact me at junque@zianet.com and we can work out the details.

Mark

6/6/04

Despite having to listen to the Rocky theme again I'd love to see it.  I have a copy of the 1988 westpac video somewhere (or my dad does).  If I can find it maybe I'll see if someone can transfer that to DVD, too.  

KP

Bernie Martin Comes Aboard!!!!!!

Ram Tuli-

Holy shit- I do a search on some subject and your name pops up with a website about the E nukes. Too funny. Add me to the list and I will share a few stories. I wondered what happened to all the wild assed boys from RE and the nuke department. I actually saw a picture in there of the PI and giving my Naval salute. I will be in touch.

You should know that Hanson is now working for NR as an inspector.  He is eligible in about two years to punch out and claims he will- but my guess is he will stay in because he loves the fear he gives the Navy guys.

Jody, my wife, says hello and would love to see you in Phoenix when we get down there.  My brother lives in Cave Creek and we go down from Seattle about once a year.

I've seen a few old buddies on ships courtesy of Hanson as we still are good buddies.  Can't remember much of the Navy days but will try to get a few good tidbits in later.

Add my email address as Bernard.martin@libertymutual.com

RE02 1985-1989 -- not RE03. 

I would never work with Dick-O.

Later.

6/6/04

WOW!  Bernie Martin was one of my best friends in RE and no doubt we amassed many wild adventures together on the Big E.  I'm not sure why I thought you were a 3 planter.  I must have gotten you confused with Jud Robison;)  Can't wait to hear some sea tales, if you can jog the cobwebs out of your well-aged mind and remember a few.  Give my best to Jody and I can't wait to see you next time you're down in Phoenix.  

KP

John Hanson Comes Aboard!!!!!

Hi Ram-Rod,

Bernie Martin found your website and called me immediately. I have literally spent hours trying to read every page. I feel years younger, re-living those great memories. Jim Whitsett was a great chief and his positive words were encouraging.

My bio probably won't surprise you...since I've been commissioned and spent the last 4 years working for Naval Reactors (the infamous NRRO). Yes, I'm still in the Navy - probably the last RE Division guy from that great era still on active duty.

My new task is to dig up old photos of that golden age and share them with you.

Thanks for the memories,

John "Happy" Hanson (getting another good deal).

p.s. I remember our first day in P.I. together like it was yesterday!!!

6/6/04

Happy!!!  John "happy" Hanson and I were pals as far back as A School.  Yeah, John, I remember that day in PI, too.  Hell, I remember all our days together in PI!  I can't wait to hear some of your sea stories.  I'd also love to learn more about what you're doing now.  Do you come across some of the folks that used to give us grief in the old days?  I hope you're planning on attending the reunion in October (or thereabouts).  

KP

Andy Zimmerman Comes Aboard .....

Hey KP, Andy Zimmerman here. Served onboard the Tunaprise from 84 - 88 in EE30. Stumbled onto your site after looking for a shipmate via Google. Loved to read the stories and relive some of the good times. I didn't know about Paul Smith. If he is the guy I'm thinking of, I came aboard with him. We went in to see the Command Master Chief together and Paul had an earring in his ear, which the CMC promptly told him to remove. Paul was a good guy. Thanks for the memories. 

Andy

wubbana@yahoo.com

6/6/04

Hey Andy, I remember you!  There are few EE30 guys from your era on the site.  Hope you add some stories.  Yeah, that was the Paul Smith, as he was often seen off the ship with that earring. 

KP 

Willie May Comes Aboard .....

Hey - Great web site. It was just forwarded to me from an old friend. I served on the Big E from 77-81 in Wonderful One Plant (RM1). Got out in 81, joined the National Guard in 86 and I'm currently in Baghdad. What a shit hole. Can't recall any place on any cruise that compares to this. Makes Olongopo look like a resort town. Disease without sexual contact; where's the fun in that?

Thanks for putting this site together. Brings back a lot of good memories and I found addresses for a few old friends.

"Willie" May, RM1 1977-1981 kim.s.may@us.army.mil

6/6/04

Truxton Becomes Toyota and Razor Blades Parts ....

In case you are interested, I have more interesting photos for your website. Two are of NMP1 being refueled. The others are from the Truxtun being cut to pieces at Puget Sound. I guess the Big E will be looking at this fate within a decade.

If you need an interesting Truxtun tale to accompany the photos, let me know. I have an interesting one about a 300 pound mechanic named Possum and his fascination with eating Kipper Snacks during heavy seas.

6/7/04

Loved the photos... one question, what are they doing to that "thing" inside the big brown box?  They can't cut that up, can they?  Send in some cruiser stories!  

KP

Rick Ellenberger Comes Aboard .....

Please add my name to the list. I served onboard from July of 75 to November of 78. I was in RM11.

I couldn't help but laugh at the "toilet stories." It reminded me of a time that a new officer (I can't recall his name) had just qualified in one plant and he was standing his first PPWO watch. We were running propulsion plant drills and shipboard GQ drills at the same time. He was already a nervous wreck. I was in EOS during the drills and had a squirt bottle of water. I stood over the confidential burn bag with my back to the officer and started squirting the bottle from between my legs into the bag. Needless to say he thought I was peeing in the bag and just about went crazy. He started toward me and froze in his tracks, picked up the phone and yelled for the PPWS to come to EOS immediately. About that time I turned around and handed him the bottle. He just turned red and started shaking. I really thought he was having a nervous breakdown. The chief (Goat) came flying into EOS, took one look at the officer, saw everyone laughing so hard we could hardly stand and yelled, "Ellenberger, what did you do to that poor man?" I asked the officer why he froze when he headed toward me and he said he wasn't sure what he was going to look at when he got over to me.

Thanks for the site.

Rick Ellenberger MM1 - 1 Plant

rellenberger@charter.net

6/7/04

RE Memories ......

KP-

After reading 30 pages of E history I wanted to add my joyful memories of needle gunning the baggage void, scraping paint off the side of the hull of the Pig (BTW- the hole was about 150 long and big enough to crawl into as I recall). Also too many tile jobs, painting jobs and supply void cleanouts to remember. I have described to friends the monotony of weeks at see interrupted by days of blurry, hazy good times.

I would not classify the SG job at sea as anything but a giant clusterfu**. Lost 15 pounds in about 1 hour filling my suit up with sweat. People have no idea about how shitty it was to wedge your body into a hole the size of basketball and try to be efficient. Bad deal.

Hawaii- hanging out with EE and RM boys drinking 99 cent Mai-Tais- $100 worth between six of us. Woke up on the sidewalk outside the bar while waiting for the cab ride to the Pig. I had fallen over and smacked my head on the concrete. Barely walked up the ladder and over the brow when getting back. I knew you had to WALK on in order to maintain liberty rights.

P.I. - Golf at Be-neec-ti-caan. Flip flop caddies who could run for a beer and hot dogs, fight off monkeys and snakes, carry two bags up a 50% incline (remember the rope tow hole?) and still keep ahead of me. Almost killed a Marine Major over hitting into us on the course. My caddie said I was a Navy Captain from the Pig. The Major was going to see that I never played there again. Too funny. I was known by the caddies as Captain Martin from that day on. I played at least two times every time through, just to stay out of the bars for a few hours. I remember getting out to Magsaysay at noon and hitting it hard with the Mojo juice and thinking it must be midnight because I was so messed up. Then you go outside and its 2:00 pm. You know you're in trouble then. Don't recall any honeyko's though. Just too devoted to my girl in the States……The monkey meat stands just before the bridge, and getting patted down by the kids as the old man tries to sell you the wooden cups (which I bought) and wondering how you spent $100 that day but remembering through the fog little hands in your front pockets. SHIT.

Hong Kong- Leather coat with zipper on wrong side. Cheap watch-still have it. Cheaper shoes. Joe Miskell packing china- I got one of his boxes!

Pusan- Green Street and shopping for a girl in the windows, fights with the Marines- Korean riot police came out and busted heads.

Mombassa- Camel riding, drinking the resort out of beer. 8 guys in a little room. Water spouts on the boat ride back.

Karachi-Shit hole of the world. Camel piss and HOT. Some funky camel burgers on the pier while waiting for a boat back as the waves were so big. Never so happy to see the Enema-pig in my life. Actually kissed the hanger bay floor after getting back on. Nothing funnier than 95% seasick sailors on the little boats get on the Pig and then some sick bastard getting strip searched. Couldn’t believe it. John Hanson and rugs aplenty.

Australia- hanging out with Dennis Doyle and hooking up with a couple of locals in a casino….going back to their house--Dennis and a female cop from Perth. Dennis probably liked the nightstick she had. I slept in a bed with the other gal--- nothing else. Too tired and still devoted to my girl…..

Naples- The Gut and Kevin Willey, Dennis and I going to Rome. Just a good time. This and Australia are the only places I wanted to go back to.

Toulon- The Gut (another one?) and getting into a fight with some Truxton puke over throwing coins against a wall. Getting a pitcher of beer in a 3 liter mug we got off the wall at the bar- they had no real pitchers- and acquiring it for my collection along with a 1 liter mug. Just walked out with them both.

I really don't want to remember much more than these fleeting moments as they have softened my Haze-gray and Underway state of mind.

More on ship board life later.

Bernie Martin

6/7/04

No doubt RE Div was one golfing division as I recall spending many a day on the Benitican golf course in Subic (there are some photos of me, Dicko and Kelly there on this site somewhere).  I remember golfing many times with you, Dicko, Q, Doyle and others in Concord when we were supposed to be on the Pig doing our workdays.  I remember Doyle was a prolific golf club thrower and was always being warned about his bad language.  Believe it or not I haven't golfed once since I got out of the navy.  

KP

RC Disposal .....

KP,

I am assuming that you are speaking about the Reactor Compartment disposal package. The disposal package is simply plates welded to all sides of the Reactor Compartment to seal it in a fashion suitable to bury at Hanford. All of the reactor compartment components are sealed up inside with suitable plugs welded in place.

With a cruiser RC, it is quite involved. With a submarine, it is much simpler because the submarine hull already exceeds disposal requirements. All they need to do is slap covers on the ends.

Attached is a picture (see below) of the first cruiser RC being disposed of at Hanford. It happens to be from the Truxtun. I have also attached other interesting shots of an RC from the USS California being transported. There is another shot of a burial pit at Hanford with submarine RCs already placed for burial. According to the web sites I have researched, it cost 20 M to dispose of each cruiser RC.

Seeing these pictures of the Truxtun made me feel really old. She definitely went before here time (I like to think).

Enjoy.

WJ Carter

6/8/04

Memories From Andy Z......

I wish I had a few good sea stories to add (how do you know it's a sea story? It always starts out "This is no shit guys...." ), but 16 years have clouded my memory some. That and having to cram all the crap I've needed to learn for my jobs since then. Nuke school seems to be a colossal waste of time to me, since once I got to EE30 I could have done a brain dump and slid through the remaining years. Now I can barely tell you what a "barn" is, let alone some 6 factor formula. 

I do remember Holly Lennartson - she made chem class interesting. I also remember the ice queen that taught HTTF, but for different reasons. Then there was the chief teaching mechanical cross -training with his "Big Picture." Who can forget that? 

Some of the people that stick in my mind from the Big E are Ens Battle and his foul cigars \ pipes that he used to light up down in EOS; ET's George Cambell & Jim? Slagowski, whom I used to stand watch with while on my endless LRPT career (George and I used to get into belly bucking contests); Leroy Richardson - who could fall asleep while standing up on LRPT taking log readings; Danny Banks - who I never did figure out what he did on the ship, other than head up the "Retention Prevention" team (Re-en-suck-my-what?) and walk around berthing wearing only a pair of socks,the same socks that he showered in and slept in from what I heard; Dan Dean - who, probably more so than any other one individual, was responsible for my BNEQ getting signed off.

Of the places we went, I have to say that WestPac '86 was TONS better than WestPac '84 (I didn't know that the IO was a liberty port - 'cuz that's where we spent most of our time) I'll never forget Capt Lueschner (doesn't he look like he should be piloting a steamboat down a river somewhere?) pointing out Singapore off the starboard as we sailed by after so many months going roundy roundy in the IO - how cruel. Karachi was OK ('86) - except for the liberty boats with the fishermen? standing on the sides of the teeny boat while the drunken squids onboard were hung over the sides puking there guts out in the rough seas. PI was worth it just to see "Gunboat Joe" Gorman hanging out at the Shark's Cove watching the show. Too bad the Load Toad dopey book from that era isn't online - that had some classic stuff in it about us characters in EE300, like Chief Regan (15:00 - Chief Regan has left the brow. 15:01, the Enterprise's list is now corrected) and Terry "Next time I'm riding the bomb down" G. One thing I can't remember - there was rumors of a certain RE guy that got around a positive piss test thanks to a close relationship with the XO. I do remember one of the dopey books had a remark about him having a run in with the dope - sniffing dog, but I can't remember his name. Anyone know? In page 298 of the '86 Cruise Book, several of the guys have sunglasses on - I think that this guy was in with that crowd, but I don't think he is in the pictures on that page. 

Andy Zimmerman

6/8/04

KP Note: The RE you're referring to is "Chicken Legs" Willy. I mention the "dog" incident somewhere on this site (or on The Mooj site).

Workcenter Lingo .....

Someone asked the question about when they went to the two digit numbering for the engineering groups i.e. RM11. I think it was sometime after the 76/78 Westpac. Before that all the sparkies, twigits, engine room mechanics and reactor mechanics all worked for the same DO. We were all in one division and things worked great. When they split the groups and put everyone under a different DO things fell apart. No one new what the other divisions were doing so it stayed screwed up all the time.

Rick Ellenberger

6/10/04

Kid Pillow Wakes Up Again ....

KP,

I hadn't logged on in a while, and what do I see Bernie & Happy Hanson showed up. Bernie last time we hooked up was in Seattle with Mike Engel - how in heck are you? And there is my good friend Happy still in the Navy - surprise! just joking. NR that must be a fun group to hang with. Hey KP, everyone is being so nice nice, where are the slams - don't get soft on me. Hey, by the way I bought a Ovation Celebrity w/ a carver amp so I can be like you. Playing the blues.

Gil aka Kid Pillow

6/10/04

KP (the other KP), great to hear from you again. Remember how we both used to sign our dopeybook slams "KP" so people were always getting us confused and would slam back the wrong person.  You finally changed to "protozoa" and I became Kid Punjab, not realizing I was "KP" all over again.  Still hoping to see you one of these days.  When are you coming back to Phoenix? 

KP

 

Kudos from an ex Marine

KP and gang,

I know I'm not worthy to grace your website being but a lowly ex-marine, but I just wanted to say this is the best website I've ever seen.  I stumbled across it and spent most of last night reading it from start to finish.  I just couldn't stop.  I've never seen another "veterans" site that captures better the aspects of duty and life in the service.  I always knew there was something odd about navy nukes.  I never knew the half of it I guess.  Though I could fill a website with my personal memories of my time in the Marine Corps, it would pale in comparison to what you guys saw and did.  This website captures something few others in this world could ever understand.  Thanks for your effort in putting this site together.

Jim Heston, USMC Ret.

6/10/04 

First Cruise Honeyko ....

As previously mentioned, shortly after entering the Sierra Club for the first time I knew this was going to be my base of operation in Olongapo. As such, it was important that I hook up with the right girl to spend my time and money with. I shooed a number of girls away as not being exactly right for this important job.

Finally I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see a cute young gal with a radiant smile. She motioned to the seat next to me and silently communicated the question of whether she could sit with me. Something inside told me to say "Yes". When there was a break in the music, she asked what my name was. After I told her, I asked for her name. She said "Myra." There was a recent Raquel Welch movie called "Myra Breckenridge" so I asked if that was her full name. She just laughed and said, "No. Myra Broke and Poor." Wow! A gal with a sense of humor. This just might work. We had a few dances and seemed compatible it that department too. Thanks to Gary Steinke, our small group had our own sort of private vocabulary. Myra quickly figured out the basics, and joined in where she could. I was impressed. When a waiter finally came over and asked did I want to buy Myra a drink, Myra whispered in my ear, "I love you no drink. Buy me shit." (I went on to learn that this wasn't an original line, but hey, it still got a chuckle out of me the first time I heard it.) I decided to make an investment, and bought her a drink. When the lights came on for curfew at 11:30, Myra grabbed my hand and we took off for home.

After buying some barbecue, we took a rather long trike ride to her place. She had the top floor of a little two story house. It wasn't much, but you could tell that Myra put in a good effort to make it as pleasant as possible with limited means. We ate the barbecue and generally got acquainted. (It was hard to do this in the blaring music of the Sierra.) Myra's place didn't have an indoor bathroom, so she put out a chamber pot for the night.

When we went to bed that night it was totally different than the drunken monkey sex I had had the previous four nights. (Not that that didn't have it's own set of charms.) This time I actually took my time and even threw in some foreplay. (Boy, that sure was big of me!) When we were done, I drifted off for the best nights sleep I had had since reporting on the ship.

Next morning we woke up and had breakfast. She asked me what I wanted to do while in the P.I. I said that among other things I wanted to ride in a banca boat. She said she could arrange that with her landlord. I asked how is was that her landlord had a banca boat and she said, " Don't you know? I live on Shit River!" She threw open the shutters and I looked out. She wasn't kidding. She DID live on Shit River! It came right up to the back of the house. I could have spit in the river out of her rear window. (Notice I used the letter "P".) Fortunately she lived on the outskirts of town just where the river entered Olongapo. This was on the upstream end, and the river looked way cleaner than at the main gate. However, it still wasn't exactly pristine either. I'm sure there were some small villages upstream of Olongapo that had already had a go at it. I decided I didn't really want a boat ride.

I spent most of the 74 cruise with Myra whenever we were in Subic. Besides the sex, she was great company and took me around exposing me to the customs, food and language of the local area. Myra taught me a very important lesson. I had always thought that having a sense of humor meant being able to make fart noises with your armpits, being able to belch the Star Spangled Banner or to tell dirty jokes. (Just ask Sister Joan Mary, my forth grade teacher.) Myra taught me that a sense of humor is being able to keep a smile on your lips and a twinkle in your eye even when the conditions around you are less than favorable. It's all about keeping a positive attitude and not getting worked up over things beyond your control. She taught me this gem of knowledge by her example back in '76. Unfortunately, I was too young and stupid to fully appreciate this lesson till some years later.

On the '76 cruise I went back to the Sierra to look up Myra. Her younger cousin, Julie, informed me that Myra had married some other squid and moved to the States. I hope she's doing well and I wish her the best. She deserves it.

PP

6/11/04

Pig?

I've read the term "pig" used apparently in reference to "Enterprise" in several sea stories on this site. When I served with ship's company, USS Enterprise CVAN-65, the Big E was hardly a pig, let alone a pig sty. She was the pride of the fleet. When we went into port, there wasn't a piece of brass that wasn't shining. Fresh paint everywhere. The crew couldn't have been more proud to show her off. There wasn't an old salt who didn't want sea duty on the Big E. At that time, the only navy ships deserving of the term "pig" were subs, commonly known as "pig boats." Looking at some of the pictures posted very recently, I see some so-called sailors who could very easily have been pig boaters - and maybe that's where I'm really confused. Was there a USS Enterprise SSN-65? Set 'em straight! 

Bob Keller RE Division '66-'67

6/15/04

PO Spot .......

Any of the early '70s group remember P.O. Spot? One of the reactor plant mechanics (I think it was George G.) found a rag that was white with black pokadots. With the help of a close hanger, he fashioned a dog that soon became the one plant mascot. He had a TLD, was on the watch list and just about every other list that was official. One day the RMA (Craighill) found him on watch and went ballistic because he had on a TLD. He tore the dog to pieces. George being the artistic kind made a coffin and we organized a burial at sea. We all mustered on the fan tail and our D.O. (Crunchy Vinolla) delivered a very moving eulogy. When we all started mustering on the fan tail the MAA thought there was going to be a riot or something and all of a sudden about 10 MAA's showed up with clubs at the ready. They didn't know what to think when the eulogy started being read by an officer and they were really confused when we all took off our TLD's and held them in the air as a TLD solute as the coffin was dumped overboard. All they could talk about after that was the crazy nuc's who had to have something wrong mentally.

Rick Ellenberger

6/15/04

A Truxtun RC Event That Annoyed the Command ....

KP,

During the 1988 Truxtun deployment, I was assigned to take candid shots of the engineering department. Attached is an image of RC division taken inside the Truxtun helicopter hanger. Actually the picture is one of two shots taken because we couldn't fit everyone in one picture. It seems that Tim Houska seized the moment and whipped it out for the camera. Since I was in the picture and not behind the camera, I did not see it and could not stop it. However, I do remember wondering why the guy with the camera was hesitant to take the picture.

Since there wasn't an alternate shot, the cruisebook staff was forced to use the picture, but you see they attempted to edit it. Not surprising, the command was concerned about this picture and the implications of all the hands reaching for Tim. Fortunately, I was freed from the Truxtun about two weeks after this happened (EAOS), so I really don't know the final outcome. Knowing our command, I am sure they made a real stink about this.

WJC

6/15/04

Eric Mann Has New Email Addy:

I have changed my primary e-mail address from ericmann@optonline.net to the.manns@verizon.net

Please update my contact listing. Thanks!!

Eric

6/15/04

Eric Daw Returns .....

KP,

Holy shit is that funny! I was laughing my ass off reading all the stories that have been added since I last checked. Anyway, I am listed on Page 5 of the list and wanted to update my e-mail address to edawak7@mindspring.com. Keep up the great work and thanks for doing this. Brings back some great memories.

Eric Daw RM23/RM00 1989-93

6/15/04

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