Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Mark Groseclose Comes Aboard!!!!
Damn you’re a hard working man. I just found the site.
Actually, my wife did. Do I have some explaining to do thanks to
Man, going through this site brought back some long repressed
memories. Feel free to post my email. I'll write something later and
get it to you. My wife said there is a reunion in Vegas in Oct. I
may be interested. I'll actually be in Vegas this weekend. So long
for now. Great job on the site!
Oh yeah, I was in RC-22 from 1986-1989. I definitely remember
you. I hung out with Joe Carl, Wingo, and a bunch of others. Looking
back on it, I guess we were all just one big family in a way. It's
funny how you only remember the good times of a less than ideal
living situation. Later!
Mark Groseclose email@example.com
remember you like it was just yesterday! I can still
picture you and your sinister smile. I noticed in your
email footer that you work in Tucson. I'm in Phoenix
so we'll have to hook up as soon as possible.
I'm not sure what's going on
with the reunion. We couldn't find a place in Vegas in
October so we had to move it back to early next year.
No date has been set as of yet. Maybe I'll just have a
BBQ in my big warehouse;)
Now that you found the site,
it's time to free your memories. Tell your wife the KP
site is off limits;)
As The Pig Floats ....
Been a long time since the saga was told, need to finish up the
When I left off the last time we had just left PI and headed
home. Plan was to stop in Hawaii, and the airwing would fly home (no
more greasy chowdales!!!!!), some guys would take leave and Tigers
would come aboard. Tiger cruise is where you are allowed to bring on
a family member for the final leg of the cruise and give them a
taste of your life aboard the ship. My father had been in the Coast
Guard for 30 years and for him this was a special treat. For me I
thought the Navy sucked and couldn't wait to get out, and I think
the reason I brought the old man on board was to show him just how
bad things had gotten in the Navy, and try to persuade him that me
getting out and going to college was a good idea. How naïve could I
be??? The Enterprise was like a cruise ship compared to the
cutters and troop transports he served aboard. My plan was a failure
from the beginning.
So dad flew out and greeted us in Hawaii. As I recall we only
spent a day in Hawaii. For that matter I've actually spent more time
in Hawaii as a civilian than I did as a west coast sailor. There's
something fundamentally wrong with that…Well, the tigers had a
detailed plan that they were expected to follow, they actually had a
qualification card that they could do and therefore receive some
kind of certificate as an honorary crew member. This is great, now
not only am I getting bitched at for not getting my nuke quals done
but my dad is out getting all these signatures and tearing the
So I showed the old man around in between watches and good
movies. They put on an airshow for the tigers and let them play with
the guns under the direct supervision of the jarheads on board. Even
did a talent show that I didn't get to see. But all in all my dad
had a great time. I also had help from friends who weren't on watch
when I was who would take him around for me. In retrospect this was
a really cool thing for me too. I was able to show dad my new world
and he got to go back out to sea one last time. Something he really
Well, we finally pulled into Alameda and the long cruise was
over. The theme song the last month had been "Take me
home" by Phil Collins, and we were finally home at last. I'd
never experienced anything like this and it was something that words
really don't capture. When you pull in under the Golden Gate and you
see banners flying from families that have been separated so long.
The joy on faces when reunited and fathers meeting their new babies
for the first time. Of course I could only appreciate these as there
was no one waiting for me on the dock. I was in the group of single
guys ready to take the beach. We hit it pretty hard for several days
after and celebrated the fact that we were back in the USA. If
nothing else my travels abroad gave me a profound appreciation for
the country I love so much. I really missed the USA.
So now we're back and the ship is in line to head over to
Hunter's Point and begin some overhaul work. Knowing that life on
board was going to be intolerable I teamed up with my old buddies
Mark Fritz and Joe Carl to get a place in Vallejo. We were now ready
for in port life, but we had no idea how bad Hunter's Point would be….
Welcome Mark Groseclose, one of my best pals from the Navy!!
Great to have you aboard buddy, and sorry if I got you in any
To Tark and Others ....
Tark: Just catching up on things on the site and saw that you had
found the site. I was very saddened by the loss of "Andy"
Anderson. He was a good man with the ability to see beyond the first
appearance of things.
You signed a lot of my qual cards (in order to get on a better
watch rotation). I was recently recalling chipping out and needle
gunning a void where we had to get down and over several voids and
hang in a harness in the last void over to do the shitty job. I
don't know if you were still there then. We had several strings of
lights set up to try and provide some sort of definition through the
haze of grit and dust. I think it was the "grape ape"
(Herman?) and his small counterpart ( I don't remember his name)
that got caught down there during a short term power outage one day.
When some of us remembered and got to the void he had climbed out
from the abyss totally blind in the dark. It was actually an amazing
feat since he had to find the void passages and climb to several
different heights without a harness in the last two voids. I can't
recall if he ever went back down there again.
Do you remember when that steam drain line let loose down at the
feed control station when Adam Mosher was there sitting on the trash
can. He literally shit himself on the spot. What about all the paint
storage areas on the "Mud Flats"? 4 Plant always seemed to
be able to paint over the dirt to shine up the flats. The coffee
sink self initiated water trap was probably the best one ever
created. Others copied it but it was never the same.
Tack: Now there is a name that brings back some thoughts. Do you
really have the old RM-14 dopey book? There was some great feuds
that were fought out in those pages along with some fantastic slams.
If I recall correctly, that dopey book was one that was well hidden
at all times and protected with passion. You always did a great job
of picking on Willie in those pages. It boggled the mind that he put
up with all of our shit for so long. He had a great sense of humor.
Brian: Hey "Barkey" I recall many a night where you
derived pleasure running drills on the nubs making their life
miserable. I also recall when you were that nub and how frustrated
you got over the bullshit that you had to put up with. You mellowed
out and gained a lot of respect if I remember right. I think you got
more rack time than anyone during GQ down in the plant. You could
sleep anywhere and often did not wake up until the relieving
watchteam got down into the plant.
Hey ARRRGH have you placed me yet?????
Someone you should know.
More From Mark G.
I'm in PHO often, at least every other week. We
have a large office there and my main project is with the City of
Phoenix. I would love to get together for dinner sometime, have a
few beers, and tell some stories. I just need to remain sober enough
to get home.
I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying the site. I
laid awake most of the night last night trying to remember some of
the stupid shit we did. I don't know if you know this or not, but I
was at the Nippa Hut - The Human Zoo with Wingo that night in
Angeles City (page 26 I think). I think I was sailor number one that
did not partake but it's very foggy after all these years.
Anyway, let's keep in touch and get together. I
think I'll be in PHO on 9/1. Later!
|You bet Mark!!!
I'll email you with my
work phone no. Can't wait to see you again.
Mystery Man, Arggh Needs Your Help!
C'mon, man, you got to give me something a little more specific
to go on to try to peg you. My own division officer has come to the
site, but can't really remember me (?). So, the years do take their
toll. Also, I really don't remember the RMs very well, except for
the ones that I hung around with (Guy Gaines, Tark, Mike McFarland,
DirtBag and a few others). I knew very few steam side guys, and
really never hung out with them much after the yards.
If you can identify some event or liberty excursion we had in
common, I could probably nail you down better. Or, I may have killed
off the brain cells which contained the memories of you (I was
pretty good at killing those brain cells, as you are no doubt
aware...) Fortunately, I got out of the habit of wiping out my brain
cells shortly after leaving the Navy, so I have been able to
preserve many of those, well, precious? memories...
Note: I'd help you out Arrgh but I don't even know who our mystery
Shaft Alley Patrol
I really loved the recent "Star Alley" entry. Being an
old 1MMR steam side guy, I made literally hundreds of trips down to
that very place. The Star Alley thing evidently happened 4 years
after I left. No doubt, some of those stickers were applied to paint
that yours truly had slopped on the bulkheads and shaft sometime
earlier. I can just picture what Star Alley must have looked like. I
only wish we had come up with this in my time.
I think I stood my first Shaft Alley Patrol watch in Feb 1975.
Due to plant needs I qualified ERLL at pretty much the same time.
SAP was a MUCH better watch. The good thing about this watch was
getting to leave the plant once an hour to run your shaft. Lots of
ladders to go up and down, but when you're 21 years young ….. The
only bad part of SAP was that you had to wake up the watch relief's.
That almost always sucked! Some people just don't like being woke up
after 4 hours of sleep. No sense of humor I guess.
Standing SAP in port was the worst. You had to run not only your
own shaft but others as well. You had to push a button down in each
compartment that lit up a light on the Load Toad's panel. I guess
this was to prove that you were actually there. Each hour the Load
Toad would reset the lights and you had to start the process all
over again. I hated those Load Toads because they would almost never
cut you any slack. On the last hour of watch you had to wake up all
the M Div watch reliefs. There were some of the AMR guys that were
notoriously hard to get out of their racks. I remember physically
pulling one dude out of his rack and dumping him on the floor. He
seemed not to even notice.
Shortly before to the '78 cruise we wiped our jacking gear
pulling out of Alameda. We had to replace it at sea. This required
us to uncouple the shaft in the future "Star Alley" while
underway. That was no easy feat. The coupling was held together by
something like 24 threaded and tapered pins. We had to use a sledge
to beat the 4" ID nuts off the end, then stand on top of the
shaft to beat the tapered pins out. They had been in for a long time
and whoever had installed them hadn't had the courtesy to use
anti-seize. (The assholes.) Once we uncoupled the shaft, we could
trail the screw while keeping the reduction gear stationary. We
replaced the jacking gear, recoupled the shaft and were back in
business all within 48 hours.
Protecting The Guilty ....
Read in Mark G's post that he can no longer
identify which squid he was that night at the "Nipa Hut: The
Human Zoo." To protect the guilty I will not divulge who was
who. My guess is that if you ask any of us you'll find that we all
professed to be gay that night, except for me as I covered myself in
the original story. Man I wish had another tale that could top that
one. I should have drunk less when I was in the Navy….I might
remember more…Perhaps a Nome de plume may help free some of these
A few of us Copper State ex Big E dudes are
thinking of having a BBQ over Labor Day. If you live in
Arizona (or nearby) and would like to attend, email me so I can
figure out how and when.
Snappy Comebacks .....
The other day at lunch we were discussing snappy zings or come
backs. Here was my offering :
I slept in Rx berthing the entire 74 cruise even though I was
assigned to M Div halfway through the cruise. In those days Rx
berthing had 2 lounges. One was on the starboard side, one deck
down, and was called the non-smoking lounge. It was about the same
size and temperature as the sauna at the gym I go to. It was over
one of the screws which made it terribly noisy. The TV barely
worked. This lounge was rarely used. The lounge on the port side was
larger (actually less small) and was called the smoking lounge. It
was the main hub of activity for Rx berthing. Card games were almost
always in progress. When we had a good movie on TV, we'd cram in
about 5 times the amount of people that the lounge could comfortably
hold. Ventilation was poor, and the room soon got so smoky that
everyone's eyes were watering.
One such night, the featured movie was a great car chase flick
called "Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry" featuring Peter Fonda.
The lounge was packed. An RM named Jules was perched up on the
"rafters." Jules was one of those guys who ALWAYS opened
his mouth before engaging his brain. Jules had recently received a
care package from home and had a rather large pepperoni which he was
cutting with his pocket knife and eating with gusto. He was making a
great show of letting everyone know that HE had a pepperoni and THEY
did not. A polite, naive, young RM (I believe his name was Kevin)
spoke up and said, " Hey, Jules. Can I have a piece of your
pepperoni?" To Jules great discredit, he took the easy road and
responded with one of the obvious classics : He grabbed his crotch
with his free hand and said, "Hey, I got your pepperoni
This retort did not pass muster with the crowd. First, Kevin was
a nice guy who had done nothing to warrant this treatment. More
importantly, Jules had been inexcusably lazy and unimaginative with
his retort. You could see everyone in the lounge straining to come
up with something to fire back at Jules. After several long and
pregnant seconds, the offended party himself blurts out, "I
said a pepperoni, Jules, not a Slim Jim!" This was probably
Kevin's first ever comeback and while it wasn't exactly world class,
the reaction to it WAS! The entire crowd erupts into catcalls and
guffaws. Anything loose was hurled at Jules. Paper cups, cigarette
butts and even a couple of ash trays. Jules fled the lounge in
shame, and we didn't see him again that night. Kevin was proud as a
peacock, and you just couldn't wipe the smile off his face for
I don't know about you, but I've always had mega-fun watching
David taking on Goliath and winning.
Some Great Pics
My email has changed recently to: firstname.lastname@example.org
I have also scanned some old photo's , they range
from car's on the flight-deck, (my only story on the site) when we
left Bremerton in '82 to a long distance shot of NPTU Idaho (S5G was
the one I was at) to some friends going through Wog day (and for the
life of me I can't remember if these shot are just the 82 westpac or
they include the 84 westpac) to Shit River before the wall was put
up to block the view and peso throwing, to my photo's taken from the
aft sponsons of the NorthPac. And even a shot of the 82 Orlando NPS
intramural volleyball team. Enjoy!
Patrick Dunaway former RC 11/RC 22
Note: Thanks for the photos P. It's funny how when you see
old wogday photos, everyone always seems to have a smile on their
face. Were we just happy to be doing something besides sailing
around aimless for a day?
Jerry Gates Comes Aboard ....
Please list me on the roster. Jerry Gates, EM23
1979 - 1984 email@example.com
An 8502 MMF'er
I'm not a Big E sailor although I did qualify at
A1W. I've referred a couple ex Big E ers to your site (after I accidentally
cruised into it). I ended up in the Bay Area as a bubblehead based
out of Mare.
The reason I'm writing is I noticed you were in
class 8502 down in Orlando. I too was an 8502er (section MMF). I
ended up nailing one of our Math instructors on graduation night LOL.
I'm currently a Shift Manager at a commercial
reactor (A BWR) and I just wanted you to know your website rocks,
it's about the most hilarious (and friendly) site on the net. It
just goes to show you, squids are always most comfortable with their
Be safe man
Note: I'm not sure if Mike wanted his email posted or not
(so I didn't post it to be on the safe-side). I think a few of
you were also in MM-Section F so I will retain Mike's email addy in
my "secret file" and dole it out to those wanting to
revisit their old classmate chum (or, perhaps, get more "low
down" on the NPS instructor
adventure). Hey Mike--PLEASE--send us some submarine
stories. You bubblehead types never tell us anything--the cold
war is over, you know!
'83 Wog day Memories ...
Nice pix. I remember you flailing away with a makeshift cat-o-ninetails,
but I don't remember you having a camera. How did you keep your
camera clean on wog day? Did I see Jon Schmidt and Pete Gigliotti in
the foreground of two of those snapshots? I was at the receiving end
for that line crossing and it sure brings back memories. I can still
smell the whole putrid, stinking, unpleasant mess. I'm not
complaining though. I gave as good as I got on the next trip.
Joe Vargas Comes Aboard ...
My name is Joe Vargas (aka "Smokin' Joe). I was in RE-11
PS: Love the site!!
Note: What? You mean there was another 1-plant RE named
Four NIS agents arrive on Truxtun and
leave with one arsonist bound for Leavenworth ...
Here is another Truxtun tale. It was another
boring night during the 86 westpac. The Truxtun, along with the
Enterprise and the Arkansas had just transited the Suez and were
patrolling the Med keeping an eye on Libya. I was standing secondary
control watch (a junior reactor controls watch that involves
monitoring reactor protection instrumentation in the well air
conditioned room behind the control room). It was 0230 hours and I
was going to wake up the oncoming crew for the 3-7 watch. I had just
passed the mess decks and was headed forward into RC division
berthing when I smelled smoke. I could not see any smoke or signs of
a raging fire, but the odor was unmistakable as a class A fire. I
tried to localize it, but was unable to. Clearly the smoke had
gotten into the ventilation system. God only knew where the fire was
I continued with the wake ups and then called my
watch officer in the enclosed operating space in 2 plant (our jargon
for the control room). I informed him of the smoke odor. I also told
him that if it were my call, I would not call the at sea fire alarm
(at 0230) since there was no signs of an obvious threat (raging
fire). As I continued with the wake ups, the on duty Master At Arms
stormed into the berthing spaces trying to find the fire.
I heard nothing more about this until a
helicopter, with 4 Naval Investigator Service agents made a special
trip to the Truxtun to investigate. It arrived on our flight deck
the day after the fire. They interviewed a number of people
including yours truly. I was informed that the fire was found in one
of the trash cans in the RE division head (just below RC division
berthing). It had been set deliberately by a disgruntled sailor. The
NIS agents had a suspect. The next day, the helicopter left with the
4 NIS agents and one sorry looking Truxtun sailor. I heard he was
from 1st division (paint chippers). The rumor spread through the
ship that this fool got a Big Chicken Dinner and a long stretch in
What an idiot!
Attached is another picture from Nine Mile. This
shot is of an irradiated fuel inspection in progress. We do these
from time to time to evaluate the condition of our oxide layer and
to diagnose fuel failures when they occur. My job is to coordinate
Your name is familiar, and the time is right for you to have been
aboard with me, but I don't remember puking on you or anything.
Great pics! I distinctly remember the Midway along side during that
North Pacific thing, and the Coral Sea off the other side. And isn't
that the one and only Frank Davies about to get whacked by that
green shirted Airdale? Man, that sure looks like the Chief... Tom,
what say ye?
Arrgh! RC-14, 80-83
Wait! I looked you up in the cruise book, and I definitely
remember you. I still don't remember puking on you or anything,
though. You obviously had the good sense to steer clear of Arrgh!
Mac Takaki Comes Aboard!!!
RM Div. 4 Plant
1969 – 1973
Qualified Po-Town Steamer
Some of the people (steamers) I had the honor of
crossing path/standing watch with: H.Rap, Hippie, Hippo, Animal, Mad
Dog, Bull Frick, Swede, Jumpin Jack Flash, Hooker, Hulk, Dad, Porno
P, Lifer, Flag Waver, Sarge, and I apologize to those who I
The little things in Life that bring back so many
memories both good and bad :
1. San Moogo came from two different locations as
identified on the bottle.
2. What caged animal was outside of Paulina(?)
3. Was it really possible to drown in the Shit River?
4. If you fell in the Shit River you immediately went to the Brig
and then sick bay for an initial round of four shots followed later
5. The Jungle was not a name of a bar.
6. White Rock parties and the bare ass diving contest.
7. “Wilbur Sux” (I thought this was a someone’s real
8. Funk Brothers’ comics
9. “Puma Country”
10. Haircut/Side Burns chits
THE ELECTRIC KOOL-AID ACID FAST CRUISE by Hulk,
A fast cruise is not what it
appears to be
I know it must sound like a rapid
trip to sea
To all who are sane, I know this
may sound queer
But during a Navy fast cruise we
never leave the pier
We suffer all the hardships of a
regulation two-day cruise
But we never drop our lines, we
never turn our screws
Even though we never come close to
leaving the Golden Gate
We still suffer Navy chow and stand
our 4 and 8
Even though we're still within easy
walking distance from the nearest taxi stand
We're constantly under attack by an
infamous aggressor Nation
Our families are all waiting but
off this ship we cannot go
But no one can complain for
tomorrow we're entertained by the USO
All the watches, work, and GQ's
don't bother me a bit
I'll given the Navy another weekend
instead of wasting it
Yes, all the work is done and
there's nothing they can say
But the place is still a shit hole
and we'll have to hold field day
It's true, we need the practice, or
at least that's what I've heard
After all it's been two months
since we've steamed this floating Turd
Well, you sleep well this weekend,
America, that's all I have to say
For the mighty Enterprise is on
station in San Francisco Bay!
Hulk Poem ....
hey KP ...
if another ole steaming pal, Mac Takaki, hasn't sent this to you
... here is a poem he typed out from some of the dopey books he has
from 4 plant circa 1972. (see above)
he has some pics as well but claims to be computer illiterate so
... we will see if we can get him up to speed ... or at least get
his kids to train him ... and somehow get more stuff to you.
the classic Hulk thing was his Thanksgiving Poem ... written as
we were bombing on thanksgiving 71 or 72. that ... i will bug Mac
i just found the lad after searching since 1990 and turned him
onto your site ... said it made him laugh and cry all the same time.
Marlayna Schoeneman Comes Aboard ....
I would like to have my email address listed on the website
Marlayna Schoeneman EM23, 1999-2003, Deschoe03@msn.com
Hey! Can it be? Are you our official First female Big E
nuke??? (If you're a dude with a name like Marlayna then I
don't know what to tell you.) Please send us your memories and
tales of debauchery so we can compare notes;) Glad to have you
aboard! Please email me your home address so I can send off a
Mooj T-shirt to you (I had one saved for my first Big E nuke female).
Another Teaser for Arrrrgh!
ARRRRGH !!!! I have a hard time believing that a
squid of your talents and resolve can't follow the clues that have
been left throughout my postings. Perhaps your brain cells have been
fried like a sacrificial anode from your years of contented
partying???? I have been contacted by several others who seem able
to place me. I suppose I could give you more specific clues, but I
never thought you enjoyed being spoon fed. The ARRRRGH we all knew
was a man of stubborn dignity (at least on watch) who never let you
forget it. Oh well, since you asked.
I was an accused lifer who never served a life
term. You were not short when we first met down at your beloved RCPA
in 4 Plant. You put me through many thorough knowledge quests but
signed my card anyway (you wanted your guys off the LRPT watchbill
as soon as possible).
I could occasionally be found in the guarded
"pink room" off base (sort of) drinking and such, while
unnamed others would partake of numerous vices. There were many
quiet individuals who seldom let others know their habits, some of
rank both by position and by bars on their shoulders.
I was greeted (sometimes with genuine hellos) by
all rates but seldom got mistaken for my formal classification.
I was at "C" (assigned for 6 months) and
you might have been gone, but my brother (The chowdale) was in the
barber shop when the beloved "Tuna" hit Bishops Rock. The
arrogance of the guys who bravely guided our ship into harms way
will never be forgotten.
Enough of that, Hey Guy Gaines!!!! It was great to
see your name on the site a while ago. I still remember how you went
out in Australia and got that chunk of dirt that people thought you
were crazy to pay money for. I believe you had the last laugh when
you finished cleaning up the gems that were inside of it. Good for
Does anybody know if Erick ever got his pilot's
license?? Did the "Grape Ape" ever evolve??
Pulling 1, Pushing 2 & 3.
Someone you should know.
A Mac Attack!
"A Mac Attack" ..hippo has been waiting
along time to say this and now he can return to the primeval ooze in
the Colorado river where he awaits the call to unite...ahh Mac, a
Korean's best friend and perhaps the largest of the Samurai known to
Christendom. Pictures of Swede(Thor) and The Jew(Alex) and Hulk and
Mac splashing through the mud (sometimes over my dead body) litter
the mind. The ever thoughtful Steamer and Little Bud urging me
upright to avenge some cowardly slight...Animal with his shit-eating
grin and Bull falling in love, again. The smell of patuli oil and
the cacophony of Janis and Jimi. The skewers of "I don't want
to know" from the tiny braziers and the humidity only leavened
by a sweating bottle of Macarthur's favorite. The fecund smell of
LBFM's..Yes Mac, I remember you well.....hippo
The Ponderings of an ex IKE Nuke ....
I was on IKE 79-84. And here are a few of my sea
stories. (The reason they are so boring is because they aren't made
#1. All watchstanders were busy sprucing up the
plant for an impending ORSE (which we eventually failed by the way).
4th deck watch was up in the port access trunk with a 5 gal bucket
of white paint painting the bulkheads when GQ was called. As you all
know, during GQ, all the heads are secured... well someone in Repair
Locker 4 had to go sufficiently enough to wander down the trunk, pry
open the paint can, and leave a log. When we secured from GQ and
resumed the 4th deck watch came down and let us know about it. In
hindsight, it would have been very easy to spot the perpetrator...
just look for someone sporting a white circle on his rump.
#2. Not only did CGLL have a lot of machinery, it
also had condenser vent funnels (groin high) that served admirably
as urinals. One day the CGLL watch had to use the bathroom and the
funnels did not quite suit his needs (if you get my drift). So I...
(I mean he) lined a bucket with a plastic garbage bag and crawled
down into the bilge. He was halfway through this
"evolution" when he looked up through the deck plates and
saw the Reactor Officer staring down at him.
#3. I was fresh on board IKE and a group of us
were taken into the RX compartment for a tour. This was right before
we were heading out on a cruise. Shortly thereafter, they secured
the RX Compartment and started getting ready to start up. One of the
last things done before RX startup was the RX Officer making a tour.
On his tour, he looked through the periscopes and in one of them,
found that someone had drawn a Playboy bunny on the inside.
Fortunately he had used magic marker and not a pen that could have
cut the glass. Anyway, everything had to be delayed while we opened
the RC back up so we could clean it off. No one came forward to
confess, so everyone who had been in the RC for the last few days
was punished. (welcome to Navy justice)
#4 Every so often, one had to stand training
watches for all watchstations otherwise one would lose
qualifications and have to requal. There was a period of time when
it seemed everyone was having to do this... what this amounted to
was a massive sleazefest, where folks were just signing off each
other on training watches. For some reason, the Reactor Officer
started scrutinizing the logs and the signed qual sheets (almost as
if he didn't trust us). People had been very casual about these qual
sheets and either had the hours stood on these training watches
strung back to back with their regular watches (indicating they had
stayed awake 48+ hrs. to get their quals) or even worse were people
like me who had been so casual as to have the date/times of several
training watches coinciding with the date/time of my regular watch!
The RX Officer would have well been within his rights to have
denuked us all... but considering easily half RM Div was guilty, we
would have had a problem manning enough watchstations to make it
back to port. After that episode, I was always more careful when I
Randy "Mo" Graves Comes Aboard
Hi, A fellow shipmate told me about your site. I
was a Reactor Operator in 4 Plant from '74 to '76. I was nicknamed
"Mo", so put me down as Randy "Mo" Graves. This
is my e-mail address, Scotland@ScotlandMiles.com
Thanks, Randy "Mo" Graves
There's an Enterprise 76-77 cruise book on eBay at auction right
now. Auction #5919123160 if you are interested. Auction ends
Sep-10-04 19:15:17 PDT
By the way, let me know if you ever see a Cruise book from the
81-82 cruise. I'm watching and waiting...
Thought of The Day:
Real Engineers do Steam, Real Nukes do ENTERPRISE
Wog Chief ....
I think you're right: that does look like Frank Davies getting
the business from the airdale. And no, you never puked on me. When I
hit the beach, I went for the small, low key, out of the way places
like Minda's Bos'n Locker.
Your mystery man has me stumped too. It does seem like he had a
very long tour though.
To the former Ike nuke. If you came aboard in 79, there is a good
chance we know one another. I was there 78-80. Ever notice anything
odd about 1 plant?
Thomas Kreischer, RC14 83-85
GW Greetings ....
Awesome! I was a nuke on GW (95 - 99).
I totally hated the navy but now I look back on my time as something
out of the ordinary. Now, like most of you Big E guys, I only
remember good friends and good times and my hardworking mates that
busted their ass no matter how f*cked up things were. I spent
countless hours reading through these memories and felt like I knew
all of you, and that we are bonded in a way that few others can
imagine. Thanks for all your efforts in putting together this
website. As stupid as this sounds, I feel proud to say that I
was a navy nuke! I don't think I ever said this before.
Funnels on the Flats ...
The 'Ike nuke from '79-'84' reminded that I too
was fond of using the drain funnels on CG lower level for urinals. I
can't relate any good stories re: the other necessary bodily
function except to say that there was some suspicion of Newport News
shipyard workers using the bilge in the plant as a repository of
human offal during the '85-'87 overhaul. By the way, I got to Ike in
the spring of '86. I wouldn't be surprised if the Rx officer the
other guy talks about was none other than 'cool-hand Luke Williams'.
He was there when I arrived in '86. He was a pretty cool cucumber,
but he didn't miss a beat, so one would be circumspect to not let
his apparent coolness create the wrong impression.
Joe B, RE Div on Ike from '86 - '90
Remembering PO Schoeneman ...
I can attest to PO Schoeneman’s presence on the
Big E. She was in the first class of females sent to us.
This girl was assigned as a ‘knuckle-dragger’
in 3 plant and she qualified quickly.
She was the first female to qualify CMO and then
Water Control in Central. Outstanding watchstander !!!
Her equal in RM Div was a young woman named
Monetta Little. She will definitely be a CPO one day.
If I remember right, Schoeneman was going to get
out and pursue a medical degree of some sort, but the brain cells
are a little foggy right now.
Two Old Salts ....
Crossed paths with former EE30 Load-Toad Terry Gardner
yesterday. If Terry looks more "squared away" than
yours truly, it's because he's still in the reserves. He
claims his former mates would shake their heads in disgust if they
knew he was a chief these days.
Look more like old farts to me! Especially that goofy looking one
with the long hair. Like, it's the 21st century, man! hehehehe
Note: Ah c'mon Arrgh! You know I refuse to grow old
Chief Flashlight ...
In 1977 1 Plant had a PPWS with a peculiar habit. He was a chief
electrician. Once per watch, the PPWS was required to come down into
the hole to review and sign the ERUL and ERLL logs. This chief would
come running down to ERLL, sign the logs, and then shine his 3 cell
flashlight in the bilge between 1B and 1C main feed pumps. Next he'd
sprint to ERLL. He'd sign those logs, then shine his flashlight into
the piping above the gland exhaust fan by the forward bulkhead. Then
he'd sprint back to the safety of the CTG flats. This routine never
varied. He only spent two minutes tops in the hole. We figured us
M-Div types had the guy intimidated. This was just fine with us,
since we worked long and hard to cultivate our image as a bunch of
crazed, rude degenerates. This image helped keep the riff-raff out.
One evening I was in my rack and had just settled into some
serious REM sleep. The Shaft Alley Patrol came by and woke me up.
WTF? It CAN'T be time to go on watch already. The SAP just says,
"They need you down in the plant." Intrigued, I dressed
and headed down to the plant. When I got down to CTG flats, there's
Chief Flashlight, looking pissed and holding the CMO log book.
Didn't even have the balls to wait for me down on ERUL (The CMO
logbook was a 3 ring binder that held the one page CMO turnovers.
These weren't official documents and as such didn't need to be
reviewed by the PPWS. The front of the page had little check off
squares to indicate equipment status. The back of the page was just
a bunch of lines for CMO comments.)
We had two small air compressors just forward of the main air
ejectors, and one of them was at the shop at the time. Ed
"P.A." Kennicott had taken it upon himself to strip and
repaint the pedestal and associated piping while the compressor was
gone. When I had relieved Ed, his first entry in the
"Comments" section was, "Leave my project the f**k
alone. (Ed didn't use asterisks.) When I got relieved, my first
entry was, "Left PA's project the f**k alone." (I didn't
use asterisks either.) Chief Flashlight was HOT! He goes into this
big diatribe about me not being profession etc…etc… Nothing ever
came of it though. I think Chief Goat bailed us out.
Glen Brendel Comes Aboard ...
Your website has jogged many memories, some of
which should stay forgotten. Please post my name and e-mail address
on your website Glen Brendel, EE30 1986-1991, firstname.lastname@example.org
Note: Wow, an electrician from my era .... I searched the
cruise books and found you. I recall seeing often in 5&6
Gentleman, if you will. Tonight drink a toast to my old
friend and shipmate Dave Freisleben. He was my 8502B classmate
and roommate in Saratoga. He was killed 19 years ago this week
(9/15/85) in a car accident.
A True Arrgh! Story ....
Ever have coincidental situation that left you
wondering if there were such things as coincidences? The odds of
what happened in this true story are phenomenal, at least....
Back in 1985, I was living in Ohio with Steve
"Worthless" W_egner, working at the Perry Nuclear Plant.
It was in late summer, and one evening the phone rang. It was our
old buddy Clint "Madrock" Maddock, who was about to get
out of the Navy (finally). Seems old Clint had some kin folks
nearby, and he wanted to stop in for a few evenings of partying,
just for old times' sake! Well, we were certainly up to it, and
looking forward to it as well. He called on Wednesday evening and
was in California (Alameda) waiting to be processed out the
following day. He was going to get into town Sunday night or Monday.
Steve and I were going out of town to visit his sister in Wisconsin
that weekend, and we weren't expecting to get back into town until
Sunday night, so we warned Clint that we may not be home until late
Sunday. He said that was fine, that he'd just check into a hotel and
catch us after work Monday.
Sunday afternoon we decided to leave a little
early from Steve's sister's place and we got back on the highway
headed to Ohio on the interstate. We took the Arrgh! mobile, a
beautifully non-restored '63 Valiant, which had been painted red
since Clint had last seen it. We pulled off to get some gas, and
after refilling the tank, we headed back to the freeway. On the ramp
I was telling Steve how good it would be to see Clint again. As we
were merging, I looked over at the car in the other lane and it was
Clint! Amazingly, I merged right along side of the guy as he was
driving to our house! Figure the odds... we were over 100 miles from
home, getting on the ramp while coming home from two states away,
and we run smack into a guy headed to our house from California.
He recognized us right away and we all pulled over
to shake hands and laugh at the situation before driving back to our
house in Ohio. Wow!
Some Photos From Mark
VIP visits to ENTERPRISE were not uncommon ....
Mark Valdick from RM-23 joined the regular ARMY
after serving onboard ENTERPRISE.
Maybe these photos will bring him out from hiding
Trivia: Here's a question for all of ya. I don't
know the answer but between all of us we can figure it out.
How many US Presidents have been aboard the Enterprise?
I know of three: JFK, LBJ and Bush 41. Anyone remember seeing
Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Clinton or Bush 43? Anyone have any
stories about seeing "the Big Guy" aboard?
Female Nukes and such ....
Ram, I hope you are willing to post this letter.
Just for the record I am not trying to cause a ruckus by expressing
this opinion, just hoping to get some responses that might shed more
light on the subject. Maybe we could even get some opinions from the
female population or currently active shipmates which seem to read
this site more than contribute to it. If by expressing my opinions I
offend someone I apologize in advance, but remember, even if
something is said that you might not agree with, it doesn't make it
wrong or untrue. I look forward to others expressing an opinion
hopefully without fear of recrimination for doing so. You won't see
me telling you that you can't express yourself.
I know that this subject has been kicked around by
many souls more worthy, but, for the sake of my two cents (which I
partially earned while we followed the Minsk around out in the
Indian Ocean while it was doing it's shakedown cruise) I just can't
believe that things are as capable now with female watchstanders as
they were back then.
I was there when women first started going through
prototype. I admit some could learn the books, but they often
cracked under pressure on watch and with few exceptions could not
handle the physical demands in the engine rooms or even the throttle
board for that mater. I know of one who injured her wrist while
shimming for critical. I watched as the few women who were
qualifying were given preferential treatment because everybody was
afraid of being accused of discrimination (or worse). It was
actually just the opposite, and many good guys got treated poorly as
a result of such circumstances. Maybe things have changed, if so let
me know from first hand experience. Not all the women were incapable
or left their post crying, but a higher percentage fell into that
category and were allowed to slip through the cracks. (given enough
time you could qualify a chair if you had to)
There were often rumors of "favors"
exchanged for favorable assignments and/or even passing final Qual
Boards (it gave a whole new meaning to the term "Oral
Board"). I have no such first hand knowledge, and I'm sure that
not all the stories are true, but, there is often a portion of truth
to such rumors which can't be disregarded. Many a bizarre facts
occurred to a lot of us while we experienced the adventures of the
The first bunch of female MM's were just given ELT
billets or SPU status regardless of their Qualifications for the
job. I really didn't understand why there were any female RT's in
the first place since they couldn't go to sea and there were far too
few shore duty assignments for the ET's. It caused a lot of anger
and pent up frustration when the women got shore duty when others
were more deserving. How many extra years at sea did we spend while
they took up those billets?????
I was not at sea when the women invaded our ships
and changed things forever and I am glad of it. It was hard enough
having to deal with all that crap on land, but at least when your
workday was over you could leave it behind. This might not be an
opinion that many others would express or be allowed to share. For
the moment though I am living in a free country and I should not
fear to state my opinion on such matters.
I realize that there were guys that took advantage
of the system too. Eventually though, those people were left
unshielded from their benefactors and had to face the music. The
system in place was not perfect but seemed to have enough checks and
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against anyone
who could accomplish the job in a manner that did not cause hardship
for others in the process just through their mere physical
presences. YES, many guys caused people hardships, but, they could
be weeded out without fear of reprisal or serious consequences. I
don't know of any situation where that applied to a female NUKE.
I guess that many might call me a male chauvinist
pig and not consider the facts of the situation. They have the right
to their opinion. I challenge anyone though to really take the time
to consider the things they might have observed (or experienced) and
make a case for the opposite position. Not the RARE EXCEPTIONS who
finally got through the program, but the situation as a whole. Tell
me how things are better now and we are a more capable fighting
force to be reckoned with. I just don't think that is the case.
It must have been an opinionated morning.
Someone you should know.
P.S. In case anyone thinks that I am hiding my
identity so others don't know how or who to address a possible
response to that is not the case. I will gladly respond to anyone
who wishes a reply. (yes, even you ARRRGH!!!!). Just post your
opinion and request for a response on this site so others can read
your views. I will get back to you as feasible.
Andrew Kuether Comes aboard ...
Cool website. Can't wait to read some stories. Please add my name
to the Alumni list.
Andrew Kuether ( 1992 - Christmas Day, 1996) RM 4-Plant
Alas, The F-14 is No More!
King Paul, The F-14 is no more! I thought I'd pass
on this article and photos from the local Tucson newspaper. As you
may know, Davis-Monthan Air Force Base in Tucson is home of the huge
military aircraft bone yard. Well, the last of the F-14's has
arrived in the bone yard. I'm sure all carrier sailors from the
mid-70's until recently remember the first time watching F-14's
during flight ops from the island, especially at night. What an
amazing sight to watch an F-14 taking off at night! I remember while
sitting the panel, you could always tell when a F-14 took off
because it would cause the highest transient spike in steam demand
due to it's weight (Damn, I can't believe I remembered some of the
nuke lingo). I'm not even sure if that last statement is true, but
that's what we believed at the time. I also remember watching flight
ops for the last time before we pulled into Subic during the '89
world cruise, and being just as fascinated as the first time 3 1/2
years earlier. I'm sure some Enterprise sailors from the '85-86 time
frame remember the filming of Top Gun. I still think all carrier
pilots must have the hugest testicles on the planet, even the
females! That was one sexy airplane!
ARIZONA DAILY STAR - September 14, 2004 The last
five F-14A Tomcat fighter jets, the plane made famous in the 1986
movie "Top Gun" arrived at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base on
Monday for retirement from active military service.
The planes were from Fighter Squadron 211 out of
Naval Air Station Oceana in Virginia Beach, Va. They will be
dismantled for parts and stored at the Aerospace Maintenance and
Regeneration Center adjacent to D-M.
The F-14A was the original version of the famous
Tomcat, designed to take the place of the F-111B fighter-bomber,
which was too heavy to take off from an aircraft carrier. The first
F-14 prototype flew on Dec. 21, 1970. The first production aircraft
were delivered to the Navy on Oct. 8, 1972.
Between 1969 and 1992, Grumman Aerospace produced
nearly 710 F-14s in different configurations, from the F-14A to the
F-14D. The plane is capable of speeds in excess of 1,500 mph.
The F-14s are being replaced with the F/A-18
Hornet, built by McDonnell Douglas. But about 80 of the newer
Tomcats will remain in service until about 2005.
The two Tomcats used in filming "Top
Gun" are also retired at the center.
Remembering Mark Champman Schultz
Please add Mark Chapman Schulz to the Memorial listing. He died
in 1996 of cancer. He was an exceptional RM from 1 plant and was in
RT for a few years also. He was on the E from October 1971 to
Females in Berthing ....
Okay, here is something for you old timers ….
How about the female nukes living in Reactor Berthing? Yes, when the
women started reporting to ENTERPRISE, we converted the port side of
RM berthing to female berthing and the old RE head was converted to
a female head (was there a difference? --- Sorry, couldn’t
The middle lounge was co-ed. Everyone had to wear
at least gym shorts and t-shirts. So it was one big happy family.
It’s been 3 years since I left, and I am not
sure if this continued. It made for interesting berthing
inspections, which we had to do on a rotating and random basis.
Mates, On this date in l960, the world's first
nuclear powered aircraft carrier, the USS Enterprise was
launched in Virginia, according to CNN. That is all.
It's That Time of Year Again!
Dang Homies.... Just got my invoice for another
year of Mooj website hosting. I guess I'll pay it, as this
part of the site is finally hitting it stride. The Mooj, if anyone cares,
has been dead now for over a year and nothing of any significance
has been added to his ever bounding adventures. I'm still
laboring away at writing my soon to be bestseller The Mooj Book, but
I'm lazy .. and well, you know.
When I called the guy who hosts my site (mooj.com)
to renew for another year he proudly informed me that I was his
"oldest" customer now, as all the other late 90s dot coms
of my vintage have dot bombed. I guess technically speaking
I've dot bombed as well, as I never made a dime on the whole Mooj
master plan. The only consolation I have is that this KP site
brings me great joy and I love sharing our adventures and
memories. So here's to another great year! (I'm sipping
a San Miguel as I speak.)
Anthony Ackels Comes Aboard (again?) .....
Thought i had my name up here before but i guess i will have you
add again, thanks
Anthony Ackels EE04 2000-2004 email@example.com
Wog Chief, Cont.
Yes that is Chief Davies! And there is D. Banks
growling like a dog also, as well another four planter, Pete G.
doing the back stroke in one of the other photo's. I also believe
that, that is S. Leonard looking up from the hanger bay floor. R.
Friend is next to Davies and in another photo just getting up to
kiss the baby. I have often wondered what happened to some of those
chiefs, that were so nasty. Davies just use to love to screw with
me, he took much joy (I believe) in scaring the shit out of me along
with a lot of others. Pretty much every chief we had loved to screw
with the blue shirts or so it seemed. Of course the worst was a
certain LDO Ensign.... I just could not understand how someone that
came up through the ranks and then totally forget how it was when
they were our shoes standing the watches, doing the maintenance. As
time passes and I get to be more senior at work and receive
promotions, I have not taken that as an opportunity to mess with any
of the junior people. I have always tried help the junior guys
coming up behind me, by making it little easier on them by letting
them learn from my mistakes. Too bad the navy chiefs (at least the
ones I was around) didn't treat me that way, if they did I may not
have been so eager to get the hell out (I remember, counting 1300+
DTG)! What me bitter?
The Lost Glasses ....
Once upon a time a drunken sailor (me) was walking with his honey
and some friends to honey's apartment after a night of drinking and
dancing with the Ozone Rangers and Rangerettes. We were strolling
down a side street, which branched off of Magsaysay near the New
Florida Club, laughing and joking on the way. l was leading the
pack, anxious to get home so l could "get busy" when l
encountered a pile of sand/garbage/dirt which had been dug out of a
drainage ditch and left on the side of the road. Being the clown
that l am, l decided to jump over the pile, which was about a foot
or so high. "Hey everybody, watch this!" l exclaimed as l
stood in front of the pile and hopped over it. Well, there was some
sand on the other side of the pile, and when my feet hit the sand
they slid out from under me and l was on my ass in micro-seconds!
Sometime during this evolution my glasses went airborne and landed
somewhere nearby. Feeling rather foolish l picked myself up off the
ground, dusted myself off, and told everyone to freeze, exclaiming
that l had just lost my glasses. Thus began a frantic search as l
can only see clearly about 18 inches from my face. Within a minute
or so l heard an unknown voice ask if there was a reward. After a
night of steaming l had a minimum of pesos (maybe 20P) so l said
"Yeah, 20 pesos" Alas, my glasses could not be found and l
was too drunk to figure out at the time that the unknown voice had
my specs. So, l was forced to blur it out for the rest of the night.
The next morning, l had to go back to the ship, so l slowly made my
was to Magsaysay, which was a typical mob scene; throngs of people
and Jeepneys massing towards the Main Gate. l knew which direction
to go, but hesitated for a minute as l didn't want to appear like a
blind person. The next thing l heard was music to my ears! "Hey
Willy!" l heard ,and knew it was PP--l was saved! Someone to
lead me back through the throng safely to the base! l guess PP had
noticed l didn't have my specs on right away and l looked lost in
the crowd, not to mention hungover as usual. So, thanks to PP l made
it back to the ship where l had back-up specs; but these were
special US Govt. birth control specs with the black frames and my
usual coke bottle lenses. At least l could see clearly again.
Several days later l decided to get another pair of glasses as honey
was about to cut me off (not really) and l was tired of looking like
a dork. So, not wanting to wait for the inevitable pair of Govt
glasses, honey and l went to an optical shop on Magsaysay . We were
looking at frames when l noticed a pair l liked. When l asked to see
them, l realized they were the frames of the glasses l had lost!!
SOB, l exclaimed! these are my old frames! So, l bought the damn
things for the second time!!!
Willy's Lost Glasses ....
Willy and I had some recent correspondence regarding his lost
glasses in Olongapo. In reliving the event, here's a couple of
additional observations that surfaced :
I was riding in back of a jeepney, heading for the Main Gate.
Shortly after turning on to Magsaysay, I spied Willy standing on a
street corner. Willy was just standing there looking dazed and
confused. This in itself wasn't unusual for Willy on an Olongapo
morning after. As we drove by, I yelled out a greeting. Willy's head
snapped around in my direction and he practically screamed out,
"Pat!!!!" There was real desperation in his voice. I
stopped the jeepney and got out to see what was wrong. Willy was
squinting in my direction and I noticed he was without his glasses.
I had known Willy for about 4 years at this point and knew he was
blind without eyewear. Willy told me about losing his glasses and
asked me to escort him back to the ship for a fresh pair.
Escorting Willy presented a dilemma. We didn't want to walk hand
in hand. And we didn't want to walk arm in arm like we were going to
the prom together. I wished Willy had a white cane so people would
understand what was going on. I guess we were afraid of people
calling us gay.
(Well it wasn't exactly "gay" they would have called
us.) This sounds kind of trite to me today, but remember : this was
the mid 70s. Guys could be cruel in those days. "Political
correctness" hadn't been invented yet. And
"sensitive" was just a word on a package of condoms.
Anyhow, I escorted my myopic friend back to the ship. He got his
spare glasses and rejoined the sighted population.
Dan Landon Comes aboard ...
I served on the Enterprise from 1969-1971. I was a
Machinist Mate reactor plant operator. Can't remember much more than
I was aboard when the Enterprise was refueled in
Newport News, and was discharged in early 1971 before it departed
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