Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Well all, Its been somewhere around 15 years
since you and I last sat down face to face And had a laugh. I think
its about time we took maters into our own hands! We need to pick a
date and time and let KP know and let this thing start steam
rolling. You know, I read the stories on the mooj site and I don’t
remember the ones I was involved in. It sucks when you get old and
your brain turns to mush, or is it from one to many trips up to
Berkeley. Anyway, a week end in the end of may, sounds good to me,
but I and flexible.
Slip Sliding Away .....
Hey KP, I found this in my stuff...old records in my storage area
and I thought I'd share it with you. Back in the day before we had
battery operated calculators, or should I say before they were
common and affordable, we had these. They actually taught a course
at NPS on their operation. It was mandatory because most nukes in
our era (early to mid seventies) could not afford hand held and
battery operated calculators. This is what the real sailors built
the subs and ships with. Same goes for the modern space program.
Batteries not included ... nor needed.
Fire In The Hole? ....
I figure that I've been out of the navy long
enough to tell a story or two and that I won't get sent anywhere
that'll make me have to watch out after the ole' cornhole. This is
about the first time Kai came to division and was to do maintenance
with myself and Lumpy. We were sent on a flexabrase job on 4 SSTG. I
had been on the boat quite awhile and had done plenty of PMS but had
never done the full on job before and neither had Lumpy. We were
supposed to be showing our nub how to do things right...but certain
facts just weren't there. It had made sense to me at the time to
take the brushes and tape them up so that they couldn't come in
contact with the slip ring assembly and get the nice "arcing
and sparking" that everyone loves to avoid. But this wasn't
exactly mentioned in the card or maybe we didn't even have the card
at the time but at any rate I called Chief "Streaker" and
asked him if my idea had any merit and he told me "No, just
stick them up above the slip rings out of the way and they'll be
okay. The condensate had to be brought up to do this, and the TG was
to be placed at the low speed stop so we could perform the
flexabrase. For those of you who have never done such a thing, it's
akin to placing a huge eraser on the slip ring assembly to make a
good commutator film. So I'm sitting on the TG waiting for the
knuckledraggers to get the thing rolling and I'm facing away from
the TG. In front of me are Lumpy and Kai, facing the machine...when
all of a sudden I see their faces go ashen, and then see bright
flashes out of the corner of my eye as slag goes flying all over the
place!!! The mechanics are calling out fire running all over the
engine room and I'm screaming for them to trip the TG offline, but
no one is listening to me. HEY, NO TURNY TURNY, NO VOLTAGE, NO
SPARKS DUMB ASS!!!! Finally someone with some sense trips it off
line, but not before the inport fireteam has been called for and
everyone's making a huge deal out of it all. Granted, arcing and
sparking is not a good thing, but it wasn't like the O2N2 plant had
just exploded, and nothing was really on fire. I call the load
dispatcher and tell them that the TG is hozed and that when it cools
off I'll come close enough to inspect it. Yeah, we showed that nub
how to do maintenance alright!!! Turns out the carbon brush assembly
got shaken loose, and fell onto the slip rings and completely
disintegrated it into slag. The carbon brush was gone. But other
than that nothing was damaged, slip rings were fine and everything.
Everyone learned a valuable lesson that day...and ended up having a
good chuckle out of it too.
Crackhead Bob...the legend continues.
Ding Ding! Troll Coming Aboard!
Hey KP! It’s a beautiful thing you have created
This is the Trollster (or just Troll) EE30 ‘86-‘90
Thanks to Bulldog Fullam for directing me here.
I can remember sweating my balls off resurfacing
the slip rings on an SSTG, then slipping into
the air conditioned switchgear to catch a ration of shit from
sharply dressed and coiffured KP and Dicko…Those
were the days, eh? It’s great to hear from shipmates again…
KP Note: Hey
John! We've been waiting for you! Hey, are you
insinuating that you EE30ers were a harder working bunch then the RE
gang? And what the hell were slip rings anyway? Or a SSTG?
Or sweating in the plant?
Ethan Bever Comes Aboard ....
I was in RM-11 Feb 1994 - Oct 2001. Right
now I am at NRMD, Norfolk and it looks like I might be heading back
to the E. I can be reached via reply or at firstname.lastname@example.org
Love the website,
From Blue Lou:
I'm with you Joe but I have to tell you guys, May is a bad month
for me to leave the wife and head out to Vegas to play with the
boys. Her birthday is in the first week and our anniversary is in
the last week (May 23). Add in Mother's day in the second week and I
don't see May working. April however is perfect I think. It's after
Easter and before May. Weather is good in Vegas that time of year
and it's still too cold for me to take the boat out back home. I
From Mark G:
May does not work for me either. I’ll be sitting
on the beach in Mexico sipping a cool one for a big chuck of May
then back to West Virginia to cook up some shine and build my mom a
new outdoor shitter. It’s hard to get good ingredients for moon
shine in Arizona. I am going to try and work out a deal with Ram to
rent me a corner of his warehouse to set up a still.
If a weekend is selected that I can make, I will
be there. All of April works for me! I look forward to seeing you
guys! Take care!
April is okay with me as well. What
say you, other Big E-ians currently buried under snow while Mark G.
and I sip cool ones in shorts and T-shirts?
From Lou Again:
How about April 22-24, or any time that week?
Second question, who all are bringing wives?
... think I can swing April. May is definitely
out. Motorcycle trip(s) planned already. I'll bring my wife if
that's the majority............ LOL! Oh crap! That's her birthday!
I guess I'll bring her. Great to here from
I met with Bryen Sinkkanen in West Virginia last
year. I'll pass the info along.
Hey - has anyone had contact with Greg Davis? I
lost his contact about 6 years ago
From Dale Keys:
April works for me, too. Anyone considered
Laughlin vs. Vegas?
PS What's this about "air-conditioned
switchgears"? The only time those swamp coolers worked was
when it was below 70 anyhow. On the line they put out enough
humidity to rot your clothes on a SWGR watch.
I remember the first calculator I ever saw. My
buddy Bill Langston bought a simple add/sub/mult/divide with a
liquid crystal display in Hong Kong for $250 in 1970. I remember
seeing the glow of the display late at night through his curtain
as he played with that thing.
Re. Reunion: When I read the
excuses/explanations/prevarications, etc., it struck me that it is a
miracle that the "E" ever got underway. I can picture the
Captain sitting in his chair on the weather deck, counting heads as
they cross the brow. When the number reaches a critical mass, he
jumps to his feet and gives the XO a high 5.......hippo
[I'll add all further comments about reunion in
series with other messages below]
Skivvies Breakfast ....
I enjoy the site you run. Please post following,
but not my email address ...
MDIV, from 1997 until my escape in 2001. I can
confirm the Possum/CGN35 sea story on page 31 ... unfortunately as
an eye witness to the Possum as he redecorated the helo deck before
Engineering quarters. I think the year was 1984 vice 1985. Maybe I
missed it in all these pages but I was surprised to not see a story
about half the Rx dept eating breakfast in their skivvies or less
during the incinerator fire. Strangest thing I'd ever seen on a
Fire In The Hole Part II ....
Anyone else remember Mike Wl__arski? I know there
are many stories about his time on board the 'Prise. The best one I
have is about when he set himself on fire in 1MMR...using my lighter
no less. Was a weekend duty day, everything shut down/cooled down
and had been for a while. Absolutely nothing going on. Mike asked if
he could borrow my lighter and promptly started playing with it. I
guess in looking back we should have been more worried when he found
the can of alcohol. He poured some alcohol on the deck and lit it on
fire, chanting "fire..fire" in a Beavis voice. He then
moved his pyromania to the mmr workbench. So far no damage had been
done to anything. Then he decided to put some on the end of his boot
.." look ! I'm on fire..heh heh heh" For his final
performance of the day he thought it would look cool to have flame
running up his pants leg. So without hesitation he poured a decent
amount of alcohol on his cloth pants leg. Which immediately soaked
all the way through to the skin so that when he lit it on fire it
was burning inside his pants as well on the outside. To our credit
we did think about hosing him down with the fire hose when he
started screaming but for the first minute of two we were laughing
too hard. He did get the flames put out by patting them out in the
rag bin ( we were all lucky the whole bin didn't go up) His excuse
when he went to medical ? " I was cleaning and my foot got
stuck under some steam pipes" Any way that's my story of the
flaming RM in 1MMR
Heard it Through The Grapevine That ....
Rich Marsh is a new daddy!!! Congratulations Rich!
Enterprise Folklore ....
The other day at lunch one of our new engineers
was talking about her husband's job in the nuclear power industry.
Somehow the conversation stirred up some long forgotten memories.
Some of the following is first hand memory. Other items are strictly
hear-say. Just thought I'd throw this out there.
In the late 1950s construction was started on
CVA-65. It was meant to be a conventional carrier but Adm. Rickover
got the go-ahead to build a nuke carrier at about this time so he
took it over. Story goes that when it came time to make the choice
of power plants the Admiral said, "It was meant to have 8
boilers, so give it 8 reactors." This lead to the unique design
of CVAN-65. (Conventional CVA hull with 8 relatively small
reactors.) This combination gave it a longer, leaner, lighter hull
with more power than the later Nimitz class carriers. Supposedly
this made her faster too.
Originally classified as CVAN, after the '74/75
cruise the E went through some refitting and came out designated as
CVN. We were told this changed the ship's mission parameters, but
from where we sat in the hole, nothing really changed.
In early 79 the E went to Bremerton for overhaul.
This was when the distinctive fixed array radar "beehive"
was removed from the island. I understand this was also when the
Phalanx gun system was installed.
I remember the limiting engineering factor to
ships speed as being torque on #1 shaft since it was by far the
longest. I seem to remember 2.17MM ft/lb as the limit. Rumor had it,
this would twist the shaft one and a quarter turns between reduction
gear and screw.
In NucAcademics our instructors, while teaching us
basic physics, would have us figure how fast a fly would have to
travel to stop the Enterprise at a flank bell. I forgot the mass of
the fly, but we were given 88,000 tons as the mass of the E. It was
also said that it would take 5 miles to do an emergency stop from a
The Long Beach had a superstructure that looked
just like our island. Story goes it had been built for CVAN 66 but
they decided to go conventional (which called for a conventional
island), so they put it on the Long Beach. I've heard since from
guys who served on the Long Beach that this made for a top-heavy
ship with a rough ride.
Supposedly we got our reduction gears
"used". They came off 2 decommissioned cruisers. (I always
thought they looked small for so large a ship.)
KP Note: Didn't they keep the
LB superstructure and put it in a museum somewhere? Or was it
scrapped like all the other metal parts?
Have you guys been looking over the Ike
Bites website lately? They got over 77 stories on their
already! I've now added "IB" into my daily routine,
as I love reading sea stories. One thing is clear: The Ike
boys were quite a gang. Like us Big E nukes, they seemed to
take on the personality of their ship. I doubt any two other
carriers can say that (I base that on the fact that these are the
only two carriers I know of with ex nukes willing to devote so much
time celebrating their ship's history.) Try and get a bunch of
Nimitz nukes or CVinson nukes to do this! Here's a tale I've
gleaned from yesterday's postings. It made me chuckle and
think of so many similar events on the E:
"... remember all the training Nukes had to
go through just to open a friggin' primary valve? Christ we even
had to qualify Primary Valve Operator as if it were a watchstation.
Special valve wrenches, torque specs, molycoat (Is that what it
was called?)... Anyway, all that went out the window once, when
Chief C___s went to operate a stubborn valve. I talked to someone
who was there and he said C___s threw his (considerable) weight
into unsticking this valve. ... And it did just what NRO feared it
would (which is why they had established such elaborate training)
- It broke. So we spent the rest of the cruise with CDV-1D poly
bagged, and the primary system compromised. Because he was a
Senior Chief he never came to grief about it - and in true Naval
tradition, placed the entire blame on the valve itself! But then,
who am I to talk - I once almost delayed the RX startup due to
breaking one of the dogs on the R/C door. - But we ended up
getting it repaired in time..."
Richard Austin Comes Aboard ....
Great page! I enjoy reading about the good old days and looking
at how bad some people have aged. Keep up the good work.
Richard Austin, RC23 82-85
Hey just surfing when I should've been working.
Check this out: Link
According to this our old ship will be replaced by
the next keel laid. "The next generation of carrier, CVN 21,
the hull number will be CVN 78, is programmed to start construction
in 2007 and is slated to be placed in commission in 2014 to replace
USS Enterprise (CVN 65 which will be over its 50-year mark. CVN 79
is programmed to begin construction in 2012 and to be placed in
commission in 2018, replacing USS John F. Kennedy (CV 67) in her
Further surfing: Link-2
This gives a narrative history of the Enterprise.
Of particular interest to me were the 86 and 88 cruise verbiage.
After reading that stuff I'm thinking I'm some kind of war hero.
Funny at the time I recall we all thought it was just cool and never
at any time went to GQ or thought that we were in any real danger of
attack. Isn't that crazy?
KP Note: Don't
forget Lou, we got Navy Expedition Medals, Battle Es and MUCs for the '86
cruise and Armed Force Expedition Medals and JMUCs for the '88
cruise---and jack shit for the '89 pac.
86, when all that Libya stuff was going on, I remember we couldn't
wait for that ol' boson whistle to pipe across the 1MC so the old
man could tell us what was going on. The only place you
couldn't hear the 1MC was inside the RC and that's where I was when
Spane finally came over the 1MC to tell us what was up. I was
pissed (not to mention 10-lbs lighter after plugging s/g u-tubes
wearing 3 sets of anti-cs). To be honest, that chinfo.navy.mil
link (above) had the most detailed account of what happened during
Op Praying Mantis than anything else I ever saw written about it. Us below deck folks really had no idea
what was going on but we knew it was big because they were moving
lots of bombs through the mess decks (the big laser-guided kind,
with the tags hanging from the pins). I recall I penned a
cartoon in our 4SWGR dopeybook showing how RE04 contributed to the
war effort. Basically it showed all the action happening
topside and us RE04 dudes asleep in our pits.
Zippy Yankin' It?
That picture of Blisterdick’s board is the best. G__vin and
Zippy, oh my god…Talk about chronic clusterfuckitis…I had them
blocked from my memory until I saw the Dopey book page.
Remember those all- nude clubs in San Dog? You know, the ones
with naked college Girls but no drinking…Any mid-80’s E-divvers
remember the night Zippy yakked on himself in one of those joints? T’was a classic…
KP Note: Can't say I ever saw Zippy
yanking anything except his torso through that manhole on the
watertight hatch leading down to Central;) [KP
Note^2: After a few days I re-read this and realized Troll said
Zippy "Yakked," not "Yanked." I'm not sure
which visual is worse, Zippy yanking or yakking at an all nude
club. Sorry for the confusion--and bad dreams this must have
Somewhere in my vast pile
of crap is a "Pacers" card. When I found it I
was gonna scan it and post in on this website as a quiz (i.e., where
was this place?) But my scanner broke. Now, why did I have a
Pacers card? That place sucked. But it was guaranteed that
when you were in San Diego, and it was evening, there was absolutely
nothing to do. You'd swear you weren't going to go to Pacers
... but, come, 10ish, when you were bored, that's where you wound up 'cause you knew
EVERYONE in RX and Eng Dept. was there. Who else still has a
Pacers Card? Does the place even still exist?
Mark Serna Comes Aboard!
Ram, Ding me aboard. I want a stinger too!
Great seeing all the stories. My memory banks were re-opened and
I found myself remembering a whole vault of names and information.
I was able to escape the Pig in July of 1987 along with a large
group of others to go build the Stinkin Linkin.
I was on the fateful S/G inspection job. Part of Day crew.
Weren't we on 12 hr shifts? Didn't "know" Mike Bowden but
as you said that event affected us all. I didn't even want to go
into the RC after that. I remember Lurch coming in to the RT
classroom and he wouldn't even look at us as he told us we were
going to take a day off.
Saw the pic of Galbraith, Howard, Lorenz and myself.
So far I see no mention of John McKnight. John used to cook pasta
out of his pit and make his own butter and garlic sauce. That
actually improved the smell of RM berthing.
Speaking of berthing, I remember having a bottom pit and it was
right above laundry. I was sent a care package that had chocolate in
it. I ended up with a big chocolate mess inside my pit. A
thermometer was put up in berthing and it actually read 110 degrees
and not a goddamn thing was done about it. Nowadays some chiefs head
would roll if he allowed his troops to live under those conditions.
I have a great story about a bunch of us not able to find a room
in Toulon ('86 WP) that I know a few people would recall. I will
save that for later.
Great site, links, pics and seeing all the old guys. I will scan
some pics of my own.
Songs: A School (Glakes)-"Hold Me Now" by the Thompson
Twins and 99 Luftballoons; West Pac '86 -"Don't you…..Porget
about me". You could hear that one coming from CAL JAM
Magsaysay a mile away. "Olongo-Polo" Shirts
Mark Serna RM-11 1986-1987
KP Note: Hey
Mark! I totally remember you. At first I couldn't place
a face to your name but when I looked at the '86 cruisebook-Bam, I
knew exactly who you were. You were a very familiar face in many of
my '86 westpac memories.
More From Mark:
Okay so now you have me starting my own journal of what I can
Toulon, France: My memory escapes the exact group of us were
involved but there were about 6(or more) of us. Unless I can produce
a picture I will not remember but here goes:
Me, Mike Galbraith, Todd Moody, Greg Hayden, Rich Lorenz, maybe
Rob Howard (that's 6) all set out on the 1st day of libs in Toulon.
We packed our shit we would need for the next few days because we
weren't coming back. Not no way… not no how. First order of
business as with any port was cold beer and real food. After dickin
around for a few hours we decide it's time to find a hotel. As
usual, us cheap bastards were only going to spring for a room with
maybe one bed and split the cost so we could preserve the fundage
for more important things. We started out looking for hotels. Then
it became motels. Then rooms. We talked ourselves into thinking
something was bound to open up. We walked for MILES around Toulon.
Our minds quickly shifted to finding the next bar. From that point
forward not a one of us cared about getting a room. We drifted from
bar to bar until each one closed and before getting kicked out,
would get directions to the next one that was still open. The last
bar closed at about 4 am. All of us had our overnight bags that
meant nothing at the time. We were so f-king tired we just wanted to
sleep. In a moment of panic, someone suggested going back to the
pig. That was immediately squashed and the subject was never
reopened for discussion. We started walking (really I had no idea
where we were headed) and we came upon the beach. By this time the
temperature had dropped down to at least jacket weather. We sat on
the beach and next thing you know we all started digging individual
holes in the sand. We actually buried ourselves in sand on the
beaches of Toulon in order to survive. I woke up to see families on
their weekend trips to the beach, kids poking at us and laughing. We
really only got about 2 hours sleep, were fully clothed in the same
clothes we left the ship in and to say the least HUNGOVER big time.
We found an Espresso shop and downed a couple shots and then
continued until we finally succumbed to the E. Never before did I
think that I would ever WANT my pit so bad.
No mention of Bob "Earl" Sandwich or PJ Hammer.
By the way, it took me 2 days to wade through every one of these
stories just to catch up. I have a piece of Bishop's rock and the
head of a rivet out of the hull of the Big E. I wonder if it has any
counts on it…hmmm. I will take a shot of it and send it to you.
Photo of Big E in rearview mirror:
KP Note: Is it true
"PJ" isn't mentioned on this site? C'mon, someone,
send in your PJ memories. PJ and I were great pals. I
recall drinking many a San Miguel with the lad.
Port Louis ....
Ram, reading Pat's entry about Port Louis brought back a few
sparks of memory. Mauritius was a rugged, green, and welcome sight
after the dusty, hot, and bleak few days we had spent in Mombassa.
Like Pat said we were on a good will mission to provide aid and
comfort to the Mauritainians after a cyclone passed through. We had
steamed at a Flank bell since leaving Mombossa and arrived at Port
Louis along with a French carrier the "Clemenceau" and a
Soviet warship, which did not stay long after we arrived. Mauritius
was still a French possession (they had not petitioned for
independence yet) and the Clemenceau was there to show the flag.
Soon, a couple of U.S. supply ships arrived and began to offload
water pipe, sewer tile, telephone poles, telephone line, electric
wire, tools. food, medicine, candy, soap, water, anything and
everything seemed to be packed onboard those ships. We had formed
work parties and began to shuttle ashore by liberty barge, captains
yacht, and helo. A lot of sweat went into that brief few days and we
left Mauritius a much better place than it ever was before. The
people were so grateful that the French Governor wanted to show his
appreciation by throwing a party. Unfortunately only a few would be
lucky enough to attend and the last few work parties ashore were
showered with a first class party. I did not attend but heard many
similar tales of buffet tables and plenty of adult beverages and
lots of babes to help give a great send off. While aboard I played
host to a couple of French sailors, ( several of our crew went the
Clemenceau and several of theirs came to the Enterprise) It was hard
to communicate but we managed to get the general ideas across, I
think? I traded a raghat for one of the French covers with a little
red fluffy ball on top and the ship's name around the bottom of the
cover. The frogs got a liquor ration with their meals and even had a
sort of pub on board. One of the bright spots of being there was the
private motorboats that would come out to see the Enterprise and the
women on board would be topless or naked. This damn near drove the
guys on deck wild. Those little French babes loved to show their
stuff. I'll never forget Port Louis, I'd like to go back someday,
(like a lot of places we all have been) and get a feel for the
people and the countyside. I wonder if they remember us as
The site is getting so big and stories so varied.
Have you ever thought of installing some type of search function?
KP Note: In the early days I did have a
search engine on the index page but because "Mooj.com" is
a multiple parent website (i.e., I have many websites on it, not
just the KP site) I had stuff being 'exposed' that I didn't want
seen by the general public. Mainly, the forms people were
submitting to The Mooj for helpful advice. (The forms were
sent back to my server as an HTML page.) The Best way to find
something on the KP Site is to use Google and type in "Mooj +
whatever it is you're looking for" Google won't take you
into my private pages. I know this site is pretty long and clumsy
now (it's got over 300MB of stuff on it) but I can't do much about
it unless I start over from scratch. Perhaps it's in the cards
to phase this site out and start another with a more useful setup
and URL (like BigEnukes.com or something). Or, perhaps, a
"blogger" type site would do better. I have no idea. All
I know is I can't get my beloved Yuengling in Arizona:(
doing a google search ...
Scroggle is much more fun ... uses google's search
engine and shortcircuits some of the tracking google does http://www.scroogle.org/cgi-bin/scraper.htm
with *steamer + mooj.com* gets me two google pages
of hits. any of those take me to a Rx.dept page ... and i can then
do a *find on this page* thing (at least with Firefox) and that will
bring me right to the post.
Big Red & Marsh Go See Luschner
Just did a quick check of the site and saw the
congrats. Thank you. I appreciate it. Little Cecile is doing great.
About time my lazy ass started a family. I'll try to check in more
often. Boy the site has grown. Makes me proud that I'm actually on
the first page. Those were the days! :) I love the story about you
and Guido and Dicko at the Tommys Burger. I'm pretty sure I know the
one you're talking about. I'm overdue for a road trip down there.
Speaking of trips to L.A. I made many and that
reminds me of a trip I took with Dave Conklin. This was back when we
were both still Phone Talkers. We were in a hurry to head out on a
particular Friday we had to stand watch, IF, the plant was up. He
was first, and I waited for him in berthing as he walked in. The
plant was being shutdown and my watch was the one after the one
after his. When I asked him if the plant was shutdown, he said
something like. "Don't worry, it'll be shutdown, let's
GO!" Well, they apparently had trouble shutting the plant down
and it wasn't shutdown for my watch, or for his subsequent watch and
we both ended up being "Put on the Pad" as Rick Kuhn so
elegantly put it. Subsequently we both were sent to Captain's Mast
and had to stand tall before Captain Luschner. I was first and he
read the story off. "So, you were in a hurry to go have fun in
L.A. and blah blah blah." He asked the obligatory questions of
my LPO, Wheeler, and the D.O., Penguin, and, of course, they said I
walked on water and will shortly bring about world peace, and
Luschner let me off with just a stern warning. Well, I found out
later from Dave what happened when it came to be his turn. As the
Capt. read of HIS rap sheet, he suddenly realized that Dave was my
"partner in crime" and he blew his top saying if he had
known this, the result would have been very different. He ended it
with, "Well, I let the other guy off, so I guess I have to let
you off, but DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!! Wish I coulda seen that
show. Hmm, or maybe not.
Rich’s story about his trip to see the ‘Old Man’ brought
back a memory of RL Leuschner. We were up on the bridge to listen to
a mast case. Now, this was when we had Marines onboard for guard
duty and security. This guy stands before the old man and tells him
to ‘f*** off’. The Marine is getting a little tense. Skipper
asks him another interrogative and receives the same reply. The
captain just looked over those half glasses of his. We think this
idiot is going to swing from the yardarm … no, this guy makes a
move toward the Captain. Never, have I seen someone move so fast.
The skipper stepped back, dodging the punch, and made a return slug
and hit this guy square on the jaw. This guy was slumped over the
podium before the Marine was able to jack his jaw off the deck.
Road Trip South
Does anyone know where Dave Salzberg is these
days? I recall he was asked about a few years ago but I don't
think we ever located him. His email addy isn't in the
Contacts page yet. The reason I'm thinking about Dave is that
he was from S-Cal, like myself, and we often drove to LA together
for holidays, long weekends and such. Do any of you M-Div'vers
still keep in touch with him?
The Floater ....
Ram, This story could be construed as somewhat of
a ghost story about the Pig.
After being placed on the Limit List for serving
amongst many involved on the S/G inspection job, I was sent to MAA
duty. Somewhere in the previous entries there was mention of the
token Nuke intercepting speeding tickets before they made their way
down to Reactor Dept. That was me. By the way, this was some of the
most interesting times I have had in the Navy. Spelunking in the
voids of the Enterprise yielded many a treasure. After getting back
into Alameda with a quick stand down, the ship headed across the Bay
to Hunter's Point. After being there for quite some time, we (MAA's)
received orders to box up the personal effects of a sailor who was
declared a deserter. This sailor had 3 or 4 different lockers, one
being on board the duty barge next to the ship. Strangely, one of
the lockers contained things that one would assume you would take
with you if you planned on going UA. Family photos, jewelry, cash,
etc. Certain items were not allowed to be placed in the shipment,
which was to be sent to his home of record. I quickly grabbed a
couple of full bottles of cologne, Skilcraft pens with the different
colored push buttons, and some small unopened boxes of laundry
detergent. I took the items home to the apartment I was sharing with
my, at the time, girlfriend in Hayward. A few days or weeks go by
(clouded memory) and the ship is moved back to Alameda. I went home
that night exhausted. I lay down on the bed and remember my
girlfriend talking to me. I immediately fell into a deep sleep
within minutes of lying down and felt as if I was being pulled down
into the bed. In this dream I recall looking at the foot of my bed
and seeing a black silhouette coming in from the door to the
footboard of the bed. At the same time I could hear the sound of
water filling up an empty bottle. My girlfriend didn't even know I
had fallen asleep and woke me up when she saw me trying to grab her.
I woke up in a cold sweat and told her what had just happened. The
next day we were up in the MAA shack and we received a call stating
that the pier needed to be secured due to a "floater"
between the piers. We quickly secured the area and yes there was a
dead body of a sailor and several feathered friends having a mid
morning snack. Once we found out who it was, I realized that I had
this guy's possessions, had been using them and also realized the
significance of what had happened the night before. The sailor was
upset that I had his stuff. The black silhouette (he was a black
man), water filling up in a bottle (drowned) and coming into the
bedroom (the cologne was right near where the silhouette was
standing) were all good enough reasons for me to believe it was him
that visited me the night before. I went home that night and threw
all of "his" belongings in the garbage. The only thing I
could find out about his death is that he was possibly involved with
some other person's wife and that there was foul play suspected. The
surge that the ship created must have pushed his body out from the
pilings. He was still wearing dungarees and had a wallet with cash
in it. He may have been knocked out while waiting for the shuttle
boat at the pier that took us from Alameda to Hunter's Point.
Do you remember "Taps taps…All hands turn
into your OWN racks"
KP Note: Mark, I remember
the "floater." I didn't see him but remember two
nuke MAAs sitting in berthing with this ashen look on their faces
(was it you and Mike G?). We asked what was up and they told
us about the body they just saw fished out of the water. They
described it as a body wearing dungarees with most or all of it's
flesh missing. I recall it was, as you said, a Big E
crewmember, who had been missing for a few weeks.
Correction .... (to Mast Story Above)
I just realized we were probably RE's by then. Phone talker that
goes away after shutting down??? Too many lost brain cells. :)
Richard Allen Gets new Email Addy:
Richard Allen 1964 - 1967 R- Division
Change address to email@example.com
Wee Hour Tale....
I've been told a million stories by a million
different people but the only ones I seem to remember are the ones
shared with me by a shipmate, usually told during those long, boring
early morning hours while on watch or sitting on a sponson
somewhere. One such tale was one that popped into my head a
few days ago, of which then I promptly shared with my children
because I knew they'd enjoy it (as you can imagine I have few navy
tales that I can do this with). Anyway, this was a tale Dicko
told me about his father, most likely when we were RTsians, sitting
beneath the starlit Indian Ocean sky on that catwalk outside the
void. I loved stories about Dicko's father and when I finally met
him during Dicko's wedding I felt like I had known him all my life.
Here's the tale as I remember it:
Dicko was unlucky as a lad, as his father was his
high school principal. One day something happened at the
school. I think it was vandalism or something. Dicko
said that his dad came over the loud speaker and did the whole,
"....I know who did this so turn yourself in ....."
Dicko said his whole class did one of those "Yeah right"
sounds and ignored the call for surrender. A few minutes later
Dicko's father came over the school loud speaker again and said,
"Last chance! If you don't come and turn yourself in I'm
coming to get you!" Again the whole class made that "yeah
right" noise. Well, then out of nowhere, Dicko's dad
comes storming into the classroom, walks up to the guilty kid, yanks him
from his desk and pulls him away kicking and screaming. Dicko
said his dad Always knew what was going on. He was like a
super principal or something.
Talkin' Sh_t ....
KP, I don't usually pass along stuff like this to
you, since you sound like the kind of guy who is already inundated
by the stuff, but I usually don't get good stuff that mentions
Nuclear Power. Here goes :
Subject: are you qualified?
Two strangers are sitting in an adjacent seats in
airplane. One guy says to the other, "Let's talk. I hear that
the flight will go faster if you strike up a conversation with your
The other guy, who had just opened a good book,
closes it slowly, takes off his glasses and asks, "What would
you like to discuss?"
The first guy says, "Oh, I don't know; how
about Nuclear Power?"
The other guy says, "OK, that could make for
some pretty interesting conversation. But let me ask you a question
first: A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff. But the
deer excretes pellets; the cow, big patties; and the horse, clumps
of dried grass. Why is that?"
The first guy says, "I don't know."
The other guy says, "Oh? Well then, do you
really think you're qualified to discuss Nuclear Power when you
don't know shit?"
KP Note: I always enjoy a good
joke about nuclear power so I thought I'd share this with the rest
of you. The other day I had a dream that I was kidnapped by
these terrorists because they thought I knew something about making
nuclear weapons. So there I was,
being tortured while trying to convince them that I really didn't
know shit about anything--because I don't. Maybe
I'll write a screenplay about it and try to sell it to my Hollywood
pals. But first, I guess, we gotta write Catch 65.....
Richard Epperson Comes Aboard ....
Can you add me to your alumni list;
Richard Epperson 5/92-6/98 EM32 8/01-present
Justin Bonner Comes Aboard ....
I served in RM11 from 1998 to 2002. I have noticed
on this site that no one from recent times has sent in pictures,
except chief best.. So here are a few.. I will try to send more
P.S. I have seen some talk on here about rooster
tails.. The picture of the wake was taken from the fan tail at ahead
flank, the water was thrown up to just below my feet. I would say
that was something of a rooster tail...
Skilcraft Pens ....
One thing stood out about the previous story...
filching those pens with different colored push buttons...
As watchstanders, our lives were so barren that
many (most?) Nukes on IKE had a preoccupation with the colored push
buttons on pens... immediately upon getting a new pen, one would
remove the steel clicker and the anticipation was on par with
finding out how you did on the scratch off lottery... most colors
were mundane - but there were several unique colors. (for a while I
had the only light brown one). And if you dropped one of these
"special" pens in the bilge you'd go bilge diving for
it.... Peoples pockets would be adorned with several pens - all a
different color. Maybe this was just me - maybe I'm projecting this
on everyone else... But I do thik we were so bored that this
sentiment was shared.
at D1G, there was a linkage connecting the
throttleman's wheel with the throttle valve on the main engine.
There were times when the throttleman had to cycle the throttles
(maybe before startup???) anyway, all of the mechanics would take
that opportunity to hang on to the linkage so the poor buggar could
barely even turn the wheel.
KP Note: On the Big E during
my era red tabs
were the most sought after.
Re: Your Dream ....
Okay, so I have to ask. Did you wake up naked on your
stomach with a stick of butter sticking out of your ass?
KP Note: Lou, you have one of the best memories I know!
No doubt the rest of the gang is scratching their
collective heads wondering what that means but I know EXACTLY what
you're hinting at. Yes, somewhere in sleepy Perth is a
now fully grown woman, who probably remembers fondly a long ago
winter when she sat in a hotel room full of Big E squids; and, maybe,
she recalls one of them sharing a dream he had one night about being sodomized and then
waking up to find himself laying naked
on his rack with a pat of butter sticking out of his azz and a
smoldering corncob laying on the deck beside him.
"Really?" I recall
her saying after this narrative was told so delicately. She
around the room to see if the faces of the others betrayed it as
nonsense. "No, they all look so serious... even nodding
... It must have really happened..."
Steaming in San Diego ....
Your recent mention of Pacers shook loose a few
San Diego steaming memories. Most first time steamers chose the bars
on Broadway. The problem in that area was a lack of women and the
ever-present SDPD. The cops had it in for squids, and were always
sending a bunch of Rx and Engineering types back to the ship in
Or you could go down to 32nd street, where most of
the ships were berthed. Most of those bars were dives, and unless
you were traveling in a pack, it was a good place to get your ass
As I recall, Pacers was one of two major "titty
bars" in the area referred to as "Rosecrans Highway."
There was also another one called the "Doll House." As you
indicated, you would tell yourself that you wouldn't go there this
time in port, but somehow you ended up there only to find all your
co workers already there. (Incidentally, a buddy of mine recently
spent a couple of days in San Diego and reports that Pacers is still
there. If that's a lifetime membership card you have, it should
still be good.) There was another place in the area called "Foggy's
Notion." It was a hang out for all the young "beautiful
people" from the area. Lots of fine looking young women, but if
you were a squid…..
Later on someone discovered a bar off Broadway
called the "Arirang." It was owned by a Korean woman who
was shrewd enough to stock it with cute oriental gals for us squids
to ogle and paw at. This eventually became THE M-Div meeting place
while in S.D.
Of course there was always T.J. just a short bus
ride away, but that's a whole other story.
Memorable music from that time and place :
"Dream Weaver" (Gary Wright), "Hotel California"
(Eagles), "Fox On the Run" (Sweet) and "Margaritaville"
To quote Jimmy B : "There's booze in the
blender, And soon it will render, That frozen concoction that helps
me hang on."
Ron Hayden Comes Aboard ....
Ron Hayden, RM22 76-80.
I have some paraphernalia that may be suitable for inclusion on
your web site from the couple of west pacs we did in the late 70's.
I'll get something together soon.
KP Still Irking the Top Brass After All
Please don't post my name or email address as I am
still on the "E." I am a watch officer in 1
plant. I heard about this website from another watch officer
while we were eating dinner. One of the senior officers in the
dept. (not to be named for obvious reasons) overheard us and started
yelling at us never to talk about that website-EVER. Needless
to say, the wardroom cleared out and we were all looking at [your
website] as fast as humanly possible. Great site!
Ringing Endorsement ...
Regarding the KP still irking the brass entry:
It's so good to see that we can still cause hate
and discontent amongst the higher ranks. Actually I can't imagine
what they think is so bad about it? We've gotten very mellow in our
old age and mostly say good things about it all.
Hey on the subject of the reunion in April,
haven't seen much buzz, come on guys you in or out???
A DATE HAS BEEN THROWN OUT!!
OK we need to keep the ball rolling:
I'm proposing this:
Meeting time: Friday April 22 at 7pm
Meeting place: House of Blues at Mandalay Bay (meet in the bar
outside facing the casino floor)
Accommodations: Up to you, you can stay wherever you want
What you do: Up to you, meet your buddies and make your plans, as
for us all getting together and reminiscing, we start at 7 Friday
night. Anyone up for Golf on Saturday?
Everything is ala carte, pay for what you want to pay for. No
rules except where we're initially hooking up.
We can get a group together as points of contact, I'll volunteer
email me for my number.
KP Note: My daughter has her
First Communion on April 30th and were doing something in mid April so I doubt Mrs. KP minds if I sneak
off for a day or two on that weekend. I'm in!
Executive Decision Time!
Okay I slept on it last night and I'm thinking, "why are we
so hell bent on Vegas", we could just meet in Phoenix. It's
just as easy to fly into and honestly it would just be easier to
meet there in my opinion. I don't mean that Ram has to host us all
or provide accommodations, I would think there are plenty of hotels
and Ram could suggest local watering holes for the event. What do
you guys think?
KP Note: Hey, I like that idea best! That way I
don't have to drive to Vegas. This place is mobbed with
Casinos and such so accommodations are plentiful. (Bongo Bill,
were did you and your wife stay when you were in Phoenix last
month? It was literally a stone's throw from my
Let's confirm this by end of next week. Will you come to
Phoenix on April 22-23-24? If so email me and I'll keep a
tally. If you're hell bent on Vegas, we'll make note of that,
too. Maybe our second annual reunion can be there.
We need a practice run anyway. By end of next week if we have
a majority then I'll declare the reunion ON and look into
places that can handle the appropriate number. I can always
call the local VFW hall and see if they can host us (hopefully they
won't see how behind I am in my dues;). I also have a huge
warehouse that can serve as a Friday night gathering place.
Golf Saturday? (but I'm not a golfer so others will have to look for
a place). By late April it will be "warm" in Phoenix
but not yet "hellish."
LET's DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!
A Piece of the Rock ....
Okay Ram, attached photo is part of the infamous
Bishop's Rock mishap. I pulled it out of the hull when I was down in
the drydock during the barnacle scraping detail I was first assigned
to back in '85. Also my family has marveled over the fact that so
many stories are surfacing on this site. My mom pulled out a
cassette tape I had sent her and my late father of my journey
through the streets of Pakistan. The sounds in the background will
bring back so many vivid memories of that stop. I will bring it to
the reunion. Yes I will be there. Count me in.
REUNION IS A GO!
We're finally pushing forward with this and making
April 22-24 we're going to get together in
Phoenix and have some semblance of a reunion of us old swabbies.
Now I don't want any excuses, and I want you to
spread the word. I expect you all to be there.
Here's the plan in general:
Friday 4/22 we can meet up in Phoenix, we'll pick
the place but if nothing else we can meet up at Ram's warehouse.
Generally just reminiscing and getting back in touch that night.
Next day we play golf or something to that effect, maybe just hang
out some more, we can decide as we go along. Meet back up for a
barbecue or something at a local park or whatever. Sunday, pretty
much time to go on unless you want to stick around and do something
else. Pretty humble but a good chance for us all to get together and
see each other after at least 14 long years.
Right now airfares are relatively low and you can
probably find any level of accommodations you want in Phoenix. I'm
thinking this is a little less expensive than Vegas and easier to
We can work out more of the details as we go but
if you're in, or out, let us all know. Truly I hope to see all of
you there, you were all huge impacts on my life and I can't wait to
see you all again. Right now I know that Pat, Ram, and myself are
in. Hope to see the rest of you all there too!
KP Note: Lou, do you want the
guys to email you?
Cretin Still on The E?????
Hey Ram, Just wanted to say hello and let you know I got a good
laugh looking at the pics. Say hello to Q and the fucking Coopboy
for me. I'm working with the missing Link, can never get away from
the Big Enema.
"Cretin" RC14 (86-89)
KP Note: Crete,
you dawg! Don't tell me you're still on the Pig? There's
no excuse for that;) Send me your contact email address so I can add
you to roster.
P. Hoban Gets New Email Addy
Home account has changed (please update the "contact")
Pat Hoban - firstname.lastname@example.org
Reunion Scuttlebutt ....
I can take emails that's fine, just to let you
know though, there really is no big coordination, but sure email me
and I'll keep a count. The more the merrier!!
Hey Crete, welcome aboard man!!! Crete was another
great one from 8503!! Clip clop clip clop clip clop!!!!
Sorry, I've got to work that weekend so I don't
think I can make it. Book your stuff early, that is the weekend of
the NASCAR race in Phoenix.
Bill and Lou,
Count me in for the reunion. If you could suggest
a place to stay I would appreciate it.
I would love to attend the reunion -- if you guys
don't mind an Ike nuc hanging around. I am looking forward to
meeting you guys, drinking a few beers and laughing my ass off.
Also, I love that story about the Enterprise
khakis reading your website...and that your website has become the
"website that must never be spoken."
Mike (from Ike)
Alright!!! Smokin Joe is piping aboard! Ram,
you're going to have to clue us in regarding motels.
I’m there! I’ll even volunteer to help set
things up since I’m in Tucson. Busy now. More later.
Not only is NASCAR in town that
day, so is the Iron Man triathlon.... Doh! But, let's not give
up hope, Phoenix is a big city. There is a hotel complex near
my home on the Gila Reservation (big casino, etal). I'll call
them this week to see what it looks like. Maybe I'll call the
Phoenix tourist commission or something. Sadly, this is my
busiest time of year and I don't have but a few minutes each day to
sit down (and when I do, it's usually to update the KP Site).
As soon as Mrs. KP comes into work I'll beg her to make a few calls
The worst part about being so busy
is that I can't find any workers. I have three "full time
guys" who are about 67% reliable, meaning that on any given day
2 of the 3 actually show up. Since I need 3 guys to run my
bottling machine I decided to hire a 4th person (lest my lazy ass be
out there). I've been trying to get a new guy for over a week
now. Every morning I have to call the temp agency to scream, "Hey, the guy you were supposed to send this
morning NEVER SHOWED UP!" Finally, this morning, much to my
surprise, a new guy DID
show up. Without saying too much let me just describe him for
you: he's about 6 foot-5, weighs no more than 100 lbs, has long
black hair and a Satan-like goatee, is wearing black leather pants,
has one of those biker wallet chains dangling from his backside and
is wearing an 'Insane Clown Posse' T-shirt. But he does appear
to speak English. I have no idea what
today will be like.
Okay, I'm busy as hell but I Must share this with
you guys. Those of you who ran with me back in the Big E days
know that if we were in port Alameda, and we didn't have duty, we'd
most likely be at any one of the many live music venues in the Bay
Area. Larry Blakes, in Berkeley, was our place of choice since
it was closest and cheapest. One band we saw every chance we
could there was Little Charlie and the Nightcats. These guys
were one of my favorite bands. Three nights before we left on
Westpac '88 most of RE Div and many others went to Larry Blakes to
see Little Charlie. Nitro's
little sister (the future Mrs. KP) was there that night as well.
This was the night we fell in love. The rest, as they
say, is history. After that Mrs. KP and I went to see Little
Charlie anytime we could, even when I was a starving student at
Charlie was from the same town as Mrs. KP so he always remembered
her when we went up to talk to him between sets or after the
So now fast forward fifteen years: A few
days ago I was thumbing through the local paper when my eye's bugged
out! I saw that Little Charlie and the Nightcats
were playing at the Phoenix Blues Blast! Hot damn! We
hadn't seen them live since 1991 (or so). So Mrs. KP and I
decide to take the kids to the show (in other words we couldn't find
a babysitter). After the show Little Charlie was signing autographs so we went up
and introduced ourselves (wondering if he still remembered
us). As soon as he saw my wife he said, "Hey, Mary from
Millbrae (their hometown)." He then told her how back in
the old days he really had the hots for her and so he tricked her
into giving him her phone number by telling her it was for his fan
club. He said that he thought he even called her. Mrs. KP
said, "Yeah, I think you did..." All I could do was
stand there and look baffled. I wasn't sure whether to be
flattered or pissed off that my favorite guitar player of all time
tried to muscle in on my gal back in when I was on Westpac
'90. When Little Charlie saw all our kids he said something to
the effect of "It looks like you did fine without me..."
Kenny Roady Comes Aboard ....
KP I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Thanks for the
site. I can't tell you how much it means to have this connection
with people who were such a big part of my life. I was roadtoad (roaddog,
buddha, pi bimbo banger, george strait, etc) from RC-14 ('86-'88)
Roomed with Billy-bob Scoggins in Idaho. Hung out with Fend,
Crankshaft, Puffo, Spuds and Miguel, not to mention so many others.
Please add me to whatever list you have. Please let everyone know
that I would like to get in touch with all of them. Once again
thanks. BTW did anyone ever straighten you out on how Spuds Manry
got tagged with his nickname?
-- In His service,
KP Note: Roadtoad, how could you not
remember me? How many times did I stick my head out of my rack
to give you and Billy Bob a ration of shit when the two of you were
lingering half-drunk and noisily yapping in the aisle (Billy Bob's rack was
above mine). I remember the two of you were always wearing
cowboy hats so I'm sure my ration of shit included commenting derogatorily
on that fact. Tell us about Spuds. Speaking of
Spuds, where is the lad these days? Pfaffffffff promised he'd
round him up for us but never did.
Still Can't Remember KP?
Dude, I wasted so many brain cells, it's a miracle
I remember being on the pig in the first place. I spent enough money
to buy Miami at the Saddle Rack in San hose me. As for Spuds, before
Puffo got tagged with his nickname, Manry decides he's going to
stick Karl with "Spuds, the lifer dog" (remember that
Spuds McKenzie was a popular character in them days) Somehow Puffo
took control and Manry got stuck with it. I could see him choking
down bile every time someone called him Spuds. Anyway, I am 180
miles away from my cruise book, but I figure I will get my memory
synced up this weekend. God bless you for your efforts on this site.
Roadtoad (anyone remember Lt. Corcoran<sp>
ringing me up on the ball to 4 watch in 4EOS from 1EOS on the bitch
box....WRRR "Roaddd dog!")
Gotta Pipe In .....
Wow, I got all the way to page 10 and had to put
in a story. Started out my first month at Mare Island. Was doing
well in class and then one day was called OUT of Class to see some
tight azz. Something about illegal rope. It wasn't mine man. I never
got a merit badge for knots and ropes. Anyway I went to Captains
mast and the good old fellow says, "son we don't want your kind
in the newclear navy. Son your going to the fleet." Boy did I
feel screwed. Stuck with 5+ years of service and thoughts of
chipping paint til my hands fell off.
With great disdain and dread I open my orders. You
are to report no later than Sunday APR 7, 1974 at 18:00 hours to the
U.S.S Enterprise CVAN 65, Alameda NAS, CA. Where in the hell was
this place? The duty PO told me, man your screwed. That tub is just
across the bay." Hell, I was an eighteen year old E-4 still
dripping water from behind the ears. As with all nubs, I was bullet
proof and dumber than donkey shit.
I reported aboard and was assigned to 2AMR. By the
time it was all over I was the lowest ranked (E-3) CAMO qualified in
both AMR's and Water Control Watch. Enough of the braggin and now
onto the no bullshit sea stories. On your site I read about me ship
mates that were talking about the haunted pump room. It was number
two pump room. I looked on the drawings and never found a number one
pump room. Though we did call the number for 1 pump room and got the
windless room. I thinks the deck apes may have had that one. But
back to the story. I spent many a watch in number two pump room. We
hooked up a shower there, we had a library and an old alarm clock.
That was to wake you up in 17 to 40 minutes depending how many
evaporators were filling and how many chowdales were on board. In
the IO the water was so warm you couldn't let your guard down for a
second cause you would wash tiles on the second deck.
Onward, 2 pump room was so loud you could barely
hear at a shout. The lighting were those incandescent bulbs in those
top hat covers. If you lost a couple of those it was like a dungeon.
You were alone with your thoughts. If you didn't have the grit it
changed you. A couple of nubs couldn't handle it and kept flooding
the second deck. One night we were called out three times to mop the
second deck. After that I volunteered the watch so I could get some
Now it was the duty of the old salt to let each
new nub know that the place was haunted. It was not hard to do
really. You entered the pump room from the second deck from a hatch
that was tricky to navigate at first. You went down to the 5th or
6th deck. It was the same as lower level in the plants. Above was
some machine room that was just as loud. There was another room on
the starboard side of the pump room that was even louder. If the air
handler was not set just right or a vent was closed then the
pressure would get out of balance and you would get a distinct pop
when the 2nd deck hatch was opened.
We would leave the nubs on their first watch
alone. To give them confidence I would stick around for a while.
Usually long enough to get bad mouthed for questioning the poor
numbs manhood. Leave and duck into the room above and set one of the
supply vents to three quarters shut. Now it took some time to get a
negative balance on the pumproom. After a couple of hours it was
time to take a little stroll forward. Then undog the hatch and yank
that puppy open as fast as you could. God the screams below could be
heard over the din and clang of machinery.
The pump room was so far forward that when going
through the Formosa straights the Pig would run over anything in its
way. Small timber banging up against the ship some 20 feet under
water sounds like you have been hit by a two thousand pounder. With
your self all wrapped up in your own head, reading a playboy and day
dreaming you just about jump out of your skin.
I was eventually forgiven for whatever I did and
was told that after the little two weaker off the Pacific Northwest
coast I would be moving back to the AMR. I was extremely happy
because when the water is cold it is colder than Davy Jones locker
down in 2 pump room. It was the 4-8 watch and I had been coke'n and
smokin most the trip. I dressed warm and looked forward to spending
some time with my alarm clock. I relieved the watch and checked the
line up and levels. Couldn't snuggle down right away because I had a
new lineup coming in 15 minutes and it was hell to pay if you woke
your mates up to swab the second deck. I changed the line up and
scared my self shitless when I noticed someone moving around in the
other machine room. The watch nor the log had said anything about
anyone being down there at that time of the morning. I know some one
is there and can feel it. I open the hatch to confront the person
and the space is empty. Every hair on my young ass grew to bristle
and straight up. My hair was so extended that my skives felt like
fuzzy underwear (another PI story). I know I saw a shadow move by
the light. At that moment one of the pumps starts on the deck above
which almost makes me stain my skivys. I move out of the space and
the lights in the trunk go out. I moved through the pump room out
the hatch to the trunk. I must have been white as a sheet. When I
put my foot on the rung of the ladder and looked up the lights come
back on. The second deck hatch opens up and there stands MM2 D______
with that big dumbass cowboy grin. I had been had. But of course the
nubs heard it a different way. For now, sign me Doober Nuke
James Herron Comes Aboard ....
I was amazed to find this list on the net. There's some names on
here that I've been trying to get hold of for a while now. Please
add my information to the list. Thank you.
James Herron EE20, 1998-2003 email@example.com
Thanks again, EM2 Herron
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