Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
The Big Egg!
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SAVE THE PACKARD!
What the hell does "SAVE THE PACKARD"
mean? Have you seen this slogan? If you have seen it, write in and
say when where and how you came across this exhortation. Who's
responsible and why? Some radical East Bay splinter group of the
Black Panthers? Anti-authoritarian Vietnam Navy Nukes? Some rogue Todd Shipyard lower level painter acid freak?
Let's here it.
Doug Ortego RE3 74-78
Mombasa 75 Pic’s from Jules…..
Hi KP and gang,
Please see my converted 35mm slides from Mombassa Feb, 1975. Find
Yosemite pic’s… from Jules, 1974 # Plant Pukes!
Hi KP and gang,
Several of we Nuc’s took a weekend trip to Yosemite from
On this subject, I have had email our friend and shipmate Paul
Burke… we racked side by side. Paul couldn't recall going to
Yosemite with me and others 3 planters. So Paul, let the truth
prevail and enjoy the following Yosemite pic’s.
The "Campbells a fag" from the early
80's was none other than one Ge__ge Campbell ET2; had a pinky nail
that was popular in those days.
Brian Helms Comes Aboard ....
Hi. I would like my added to your contact list.
Brian Helms, ET1,1986
– 1992, RC -14, email@example.com
KP Note: Damn Brian, you sound
like you don't recall me or the million watches we stood
together! Heck, if memory serves me right, you were a charter
member of the "Cool Club!" I think we got most of RC14
from the late 80s (except Spuds).
Another Nuke in the Making ...
My name is James L. K__. I am 18 years old and very interested in
becoming a Navy Nuke. I am taking the advice of my girl friends
father and contacting people that have been in the Navy and gone
through the same process that I am looking at. He, as well as my own
father and others I have spoken with are very distrusting of
I found your web site for former Navy Nukes and Engineers on the
Enterprise and decided to go ahead and ask you about your
experiences in the Navy as a Nuke on the Enterprise. I would like to
know, how you went about joining the navy, how much difficulty you
had in becoming a Nuke, and what you thought of the job? From what I
saw on your site, it seems that you rather enjoyed your time.
If you would please e-mail me back at this e-mail address, CSARemant@aol.com,
and help me out. It would help me a great deal. Regular
correspondence would be much appreciated and also if you could see
if any other members of your site would be willing to share their
experiences in the navy.
Thank You Very Much, James Leon K__
KP Note: It's
been a while since a "nubblet" asked us for advice.
I'm a tad bit overwhelmed with work so can a few of you old salts
help James out? My advice to him would be to just read the 40
pages of memories and see how things really are in the fleet.
Best of luck James. If you become a nuke I know you'll be a
good one since you care enough to learn as much as you can before
SAVE THE PACKARD!!!!
"Save the Packard" - what does it mean,
It is clear from your history (3 plant) what it
means and who wrote it. The infamous Mike Gunn (RM3 1971 to 1975)
was the writer and chief promoter of "Save the Packard".
Mike owned the biggest, beatifullest, blackest 1941 Packard that
you've ever seen. He would store it during the cruise and restore it
while we were in the states.
It was the greatest car to go to the Alameda
Drive-In theater in. Larger luxurious seats, huge front window and
it sat up so high there was never any obstruction of the view. Mike
has been a frequent commenter here, so I'm sure you'll hear from
him. Of course, Mike was about 3 foot 2 inches tall, so he could
hardly see out the front window, but I won't go there!!!
A New Mystery Man
Hey Tuli - Kudos and Curses for your KP site. It sure has brought
a lot of memories back, some good, some better left forgotten. Glad
to see the stories, though, and see some of the names again. Since
you seem to like quizzes, I will see if you can guess who I am.
I was an ET in class 8502 and went to the Enterprise. In fact, we
may have been on the same plane; I remember the snafu with the
orders, and McGinty sat next to me. There were other EM's on that
plane, one of which may have been VW. I can't remember if you were
on that one or not. I did quite a few odd things in those days, and
carried a "lifer calendar" everywhere I went - at the end
of my career (1989) I was often quoted as saying "Bob, I have a
dropped rod. Really, I do!!"
I have tried to be vague enough in the hopes of giving you a
challenge; if you want more clues let me know.
If you guess, don't post my real name as yet; I have applied for
a job in the nuclear power field and am expecting a call back.
KP Note: I know who you are. I think you and I spent
10 minutes in hell together ... inside a 2-pant S/G during the '86
Pac! You were my tool man when I climbed inside the s/g to
"roll" blind nipples. Am I correct?
PP Kisses a Little Ass
KP Just wanted to express a word of thanks for starting and
maintaining the site.
Ron Ogan and "Willy" Wilson tracked me down in early
2003. Since then, a number of us 70's guys have been getting back in
touch. (Thank you, Al Gore for inventing the internet.) Big John
Carlson has been putting together an ever-growing mailing list of
the old '70s guys. While a number of people on Big John's list
haven't listed themselves on the site Alumni List yet, your site was
still somewhere in the equation of how they got in contact with the
rest of us. Exchanged some E-Mails with Doug Ortego recently. While
we weren't close buds, we partied with all the same people, steamed
in the same places and remember the same events! If the rumblings
are true, soon we'll be hearing from the likes of Bob Kopecky and
Rick Timmons. In getting reacquainted, it's amazing to see how many
of the old gang stayed in the energy business. Funny to see the
number of our old steaming companions with words like Supervisor,
Superintendent or Manager in their job titles. (Who'd have thunk
I guess I must like writing. I took a look back the other day and
surprised myself with the number of entries I've posted over the
last couple of years. What I enjoy even more that writing, however,
is reading what other Enterprise nukes write about their own
experiences. Some of the contributors really know how to turn a
phrase. It may have been the dopey books/nub books/knub books aboard
the E that started the creative writing process. The funny thing is
that even with all the changes that have taken place over the
history of the Big E the stories from E nukes of different eras have
a lot in common. (I guess the old saying is true," The more
things change, the more they stay the same".) I think that the
late teens/early twenties of a mans life are very memorable and
important to who he becomes down the road. And when that era is
spent around unique settings, unique events and unique people (like
we all did) those memories are all the more powerful.
Last week I saw an entry from a new civilian named Mike Brockman.
(Congratulations guy.) Even though he came aboard the E more than 20
years after we got off, there was something eerily familiar in his
writing. I figured WTF and wrote a quick E-mail asking for a little
more info on the current state of the nuke Navy in general and the
Big E in particular. I fired off the E Mail and figured that was
that. I figured I'd never hear back from him. To my amazement, 2
hours later I got a very comprehensive response from the guy. It was
great and funny reading. His response to my question regarding
today's liberty ports began with, "Dude, east coast
blows!" Spoken like my old steaming buds. We traded a couple of
E Mails and I think the exchange was mutually beneficial.
So, listen K. (If I may be so bold as to address you by your
first name.) I'm not sure if you get enough positive feedback ON the
site but trust me, it's there OFF the site. Us 70s guys who are
getting back in touch after too many years of separation owe you a
debt of gratitude. Many thanks. (This is the point where you're
supposed to lean back and smoke a cigarette.)
Oops! I rambled. (Again!) Sorry. My bad!
Thanks again, PP
Humble KP Responds: No, thank you guys. It's because
of people like you that this site ever took off. I just
planted a seed and this thing grew into a giant beanstalk because
generations of Big E nukes and engineers gave it nourishment.
BTW .... You guys will get plenty of chances to show your appreciation
when I start hocking my Mooj Book (which will be real soon. It's in
Greg O'Keefe Comes Aboard ...
Hey, I just saw your website and wanted to send you my info. I
was onboard from July 1993 to July 1995, in a few different jobs but
Thanks, Greg O'Keefe firstname.lastname@example.org
Packards Forever ....
Yes, the Packard Perpetrator was M.R. Gunn indeed.
They don't makem like that anymore; the car I mean. Now that we know
who and when, how about where? Where have you found a "SAVE THE
PACKARD" sign? If nobody ever found one then not much serious
work must have gone on once old M.R. left. Surely someone who went
though a shipyard period?
Also, I'm not surprised Burke can't remember Yosemite.
Heineken memory loss if I recall Paul's favorite. What's up Burkski
KP Note: I'm not sure if it
was here (on KP Site) or on the Crit Thinking site that I mentioned
that my neighbor has a fully restored mint condition jet-black '49
Packard. It is the sleekest looking "ride" in
town. He currently has it for sale but the asking price is
mucho (over $60K). He also has a beautiful restored '39
Cadillac (~$300K). I break the 10th commandment every time his
garage door is open and I see his roadworthy relics in there. (Or is
it the 9th commandment ... I mean the 'covet thy neighbor's stuff'
one, not the commit adultery with his wife one.)
Hey 8502 Mystery Man,
What plant were you in?
KP Note: Lou, if it's who I
think it is, he was a 3-planter and his last name rhymes with
Response to 4MMR Willy:
You nailed it guy. Yes, I is who you say I is. Its
been too many years since rooming with Bruce but I don't remember
his glasses being round, just thick. The last time I saw him was in
Spring 78. He woke me up in the wee hours to tell me he was headed
back to Nebraska. Now mind you I heard years later that he almost
froze to death riding his Honda 750 across the Rockies. Still cold
as a Polar bears nose at that time of year. Sorry I have been off
line for the last four months but I have been doing some serious
research on material failure of the inside of Wild Turkey bottles.
So far the glass seems to remain intact but short term memory loss
appears to be rampant with the research team. Everyone keeps losing
stuff. stuff stuff stuff. Me Mates talk of how there aren't many
pics of the Aux Steamers in the Cruise books. Usually we got word
that the pics were taking place now or we were too tired to care. I
remember having to carry a lot of rope back in those day. You know,
just in case we had to secure someone, err something and some knot
tying might be involved. The last cruise I asked Chief Al "Bad
Back" Burr when the pics would be taken and he replied,
"you fuckin dumb ass! That was four weeks ago!" Oh, well.
I can always look in a mud puddle and see what I look like. I saw
another story about the fudge packers caught in the Island. I
remember that Uncle Sam wouldn't fly in mail but they could fly the
fudge packers off. I always thought they could throw the fudge
packers off the fan tail and leave them as markers where to fly the
mail in. One time we were in San Diego. I think it was 75 or 76. I
remember getting carded at every bar. We are hopping around drinking
early with no food and it must have been spring or fall cause it wasn't
that warm. I remember we ran into Page and some other mates and we
steamed on. Some intelligent soul decided we needed to refuel or we weren't
going to make it through the night. We went to some hotel restaurant
and ordered a big steak dinner. I was so wasted I barely remember
the meal. At some point I had to hit the head. I remember getting
lost on the dam elevator. I finally make it back to the table and
someone asks me where I had been. Didn't know at the time and didn't
care. I was just glad to be off that stupid lift. My head finally
makes it back through the whiskey river fog and Page asks me if I
paid for my steak, as we are leaving of course. I checks me pocket
and still have plenty of dough. Should have been about busted by
then but still had some jingle. The fog returns to the river and the
next thing I know I am beached in my rack. Safe in the arms of my
stinking home of iron. I still to this day do not remember if I paid
for that steak or not.
Doober Nuke 2AMR, 1AMR, OIL & WATER 74-79
Yes, the 8502 mystery man is indeed Charles E.
Bayman, ET3 USN (ret.) of 3 plant, the ugly steam generator job, the
exterior hull decon team and the Master at Arms.
KP Note: I knew it!
Kevin Otwell Gets new Email Addy:
Hello again. Can you update/fix my email address to TYBALT22@yahoo.com
Kevin Otwell, RC-14, 98-02
Hey Doober Nuke:
Hey Doobs! Welcome back! Thought we'd lost you there for a
minute. Took the liberty of going back and re-reading your entries,
and re-laughed as well. Your reference to LCDR Kalyn as Abe's
brother still has me chuckling as well as the STFO incident where
you call yourself P.O. Doober. Recalling being on LLER and manning
the water ckt. during normal stming ops, l often thought how in the
hell could we hear that little whirring noise of the water ckt.
enunciator over the main reduction gear noise!! Then there were the
cold iron watches when l could barely hear in on ULER over the
exhaust fan noise-it sounded like a little bird. Probably could have
heard it better if l wasn't on top of #3 SSTG catching some Z's!!
l'll never forget the first time l experienced a geyser on LLER-l
f**king freaked! l ran to the Feed Pumper practically jumping up and
down, pointing at the tower of gushing water as he calmly walked
over to the water manifold and opened up another tank despite
getting drenched with warm water-it only took a few minutes to dry
off, though. After a while, l became an expert at handling those
pesky geysers! Fortunately, there wasn't anything electrical in the
area and when it came time for zone inspection, that area was
already clean and dust free! What Nucscol class were you in? l
decided against Mare Island as it was too close to home and my
partying pals-though by the time l got to Nucscol l had found plenty
of new partying pals. Also, did you do your boot at San Diego and
when were you there? l went there in Aug. 72, and met Andy Andrus
there-he was in the same company as the guy l joined the buddy
program with (we got screwed on the "Buddy Program"), and
was in Co. 306, the sh*tiest company in the battalion. And in
conclusion, l never knew you were kicked out of Nucscol or l forgot,
but you and Andy always seemed to be more on the ball than most of
the guys you worked with (and l'm not putting those guys down), as
you guys did bust ass down there. Oh yeah, thanks for all the fresh
water back then, you guys did a helluva job!!!! And please don't let
the Wild Turkey get the best of you, you're better than that, pal!
|Andy Pullam Gets
new E-mail Addy:
Please update my email address to the following
KP Note: Hey Andy, I can't
help but notice that someone with as much Big E time as you had
(what'd you do, like 5 tours?) has so few tales to tell on this
website. How about sharing your nautical memories!!!!
Advice to A Soon-to-be Nuke:
KP Note: It seems that the email address James gave us
won't take his email. Anyway, here's some advice I was asked
to pass along to James but since it won't go through I'll post it
here, hoping James is reading these pages. This advice
actually goes out to all you want-to-be nukes reading this site.
Hi! My name's Pat and I served in the Navy Nuclear Power Program
from 1972 to 1978. I've seen both the good and the bad. First let me
state that if I hadn't been tricked and out and out LIED TO by my
recruiter, I'd have never been a nuke. On the other hand, I met a
lot of really neat people whom I'd have never met otherwise, and I
got really excellent training that helped me land a good civilian
job and progress rapidly through the ranks.
So here's the way I see it : There's basically several categories
to think over.
1) Are you thinking of doing one hitch then getting out and using
your Navy training to land a good paying job? If so, Nuke is for
2) Planning to stay in for 20? Screw the Nuke field! There are a
lot of better and far more interesting things to do like
Quartermaster, Aerographers Mate, or any of the Airdale rates. Nuke
really ain't much of an adventure. Plus, in port you're "first
on, last off." You're usually on 3 section duty, etc. That
wears on you, especially when you see the other rates getting much
more time off.
3) Just want to do one hitch for an adventure? Once again, Nuke
ain't as adventurous as a number of the other rates.
4) If you want to go on subs : ABSOLUTELY DO NOT GO NUKE. I have
yet to talk to a submariner nuke who liked the experience. Other
submariner rates have a somewhat different viewpoint. Try to be one
of the guys who gets to know where the boat is going and why it's
Looking back on it, I'm kind of glad I was a nuke. But it's
certainly not the choice I would have made. You've been told
correctly not to trust recruiters. I know from first hand knowledge
how deceitful some of them can be. You're making a good first step
here by asking this question of people who have first hand knowledge
of the subject and also have nothing to gain by their answers.
Bottom line : Study up on what you're about to do. When time
comes to make your decision, YOU and only YOU make the decision. Do
not trust fate or anyone else to make the decision for you. (Wish
someone would have told me that.)
Let me know if I can answer any more questions for you. Feel free
to drop me a line and let me know what you end up doing.
Best of Luck, Pat (PP)
To James, the Nubbie:
Since my email didn't go through, I'll post my
response here as well.
James, I've done a million things in my life and
without a doubt the thing I'm proudest of is that I was a navy nuke.
If you read through these stories, you'll see that each man (and now
woman) had a responsibility unlike anything any other
20-something-year-old kid will ever have in his life. There is
really nothing in the world like bringing a RX critical and bringing
steam into an engine room to drive a 90,000 + ton piece of steel
over [still classified I guess] knots. Did it suck at times to
be away from home, away from land for days on end? Yes. But
after 20 years I, like the rest of the KP readers and writers,
remember mostly good times, good people and a job well done. I
wouldn't trade my years on the Big E for nothing. I bet 90% of the
guys on this site will agree with me. Let us know what you do. Good
David Raithel Comes Aboard ...
My name is David Raithel and I served on the
"Tunaprise" from 88 to 97. I started out in RM11 with the
likes of Brian Baliko, Sean Griffin, Tony Garcia, Graziano, Sam
Perez, Matt Cuthbert, that shithead Pete "the Weasel"
Schuyler, Mark Leternaux, Mike Lane and we all worked for the
Iguana..MMC Cleary. Then after the world cruise Todd Miller and I
tag teamed forward group sup for one and four plant during initial
fill, initial crit and all the frikin testing. then it was off
toRM23 with the likes of Roy Caffo, Scott Christina, Lou Smith (aka
Lou-Sir...after he put in an officer package that was quickly
denied) Mike Ratchford and a slew of others I forgot their names. I
have a million stories about my time on the Big "E". The
pig roast that brought the fire department at Good Chief Joe
Martinez house, Waldarski gets bored on watch and sets himself on
fire, Graziano sets one RAR on fire and the Iguana catches him and
Sam Perez holding empty fore extinguishers, Jamie Gardner naked on
top of 1A Rx doing the deed to the 0-1 rod and many many more.
Dave Raithel Currently at NNPTC Charleston, SC
KP Note: Hey Dave! I remember
ya! Hey, since you're skating away there in NNPTC, how about giving
us old times a perspective of what NPS is like these days. Surely it
can't be as "cake-walk" as they make it seem.
Roy Tooley Gets New Email Addy:
Hi, Please update my email address. Roy Tooley,
1967 to 1969. my new address is email@example.com
Larry Lakeotes Comes Aboard ....
Wow, I don't even know where to start. I have
heard of this website, but it puts the dopey books to shame! This
site dredged up many memories that therapy has tried to suppress. I
am still on active duty (although past 20) just to get my 10 years
required as an officer before punching out. UNLV has given me a
sweet deal to pay me to finish my M.S. and PhD in Engineering with a
stipend, and then work here for 6 figures a year. And to think it
all started as a FN wondering if I could make it though A school
without seeing the two MMCMs Yarburough and Deville on their
pedestals in GLakes for being drunk again in school!
p.s. Otto suxs!
EM22, 1988 - 2000
A Nimitz Nuke Checks In ....
Greetings from a Numbnutz alumni. I was onboard
from 84-90 mostly in 1-plant.
I loved your site. Only about halfway through
reading the sea stories. My God! I thought I'd hurt myself laughing
so hard. You guys were insane! Our div was never half as crazy as
One of your pages asked about superstitions. We
had two that I can remember right off bat. One; it is bad luck to
wish for good luck. If some nub on the mess deck said something like
"I hope we get a good liberty call soon" every one would
pelt him with napkins or food or whatever was handy and yell at him
"SHUT UP!!! YA STOOPID NUB! YOU'LL JINX IT"
The other was the "Load Toad". The Load
Toad was a silly little ceramic toad figurine that some one put on
top of the load board in DCC. Oncoming load board operators were
expected to greet the toad as if he were another crew men and
terrible bad luck would befall anyone foolish enough to remove him.
Most of the officers ignored it. But you know orficers. Eventually
some one did remove it and several disasters, some major, some minor
quickly followed. The RE DO had a quiet chat with the offender and
the Load Toad was quietly returned. He was still there when I left.
We never had any dopey books that I knew of. But
there was this thing we called the time capsule. A plastic zip lock
bag half filled with pictures, cartoons, copies of weird logs and
other stuff the officers would have gone ballistic over if they ever
saw it. And it was hidden right in EOS!
We also went through a period with a hard ass who
secured berthing for several hours a day. Forcing the tired pucks
coming off watch to seek alternative racks. I found mine on top of
the reserve feed day tank. Warm, clean, and not very quiet, but
beggars can't be choosers. We almost always referred to our beds as
racks. I don't think I ever heard anyone talk about his 'pit'.
I had the good luck to be in 1-plant. 2-plant was
plagued with some real jerks and a lot troublesome equipment. We
often referred to 2-pland as the "death" plant. One day
one the ETs in the RIM room made up a very realistic looking
two-position switch labeled "Death Plant" with positions
"1" and "2" and mounted it somewhere. One day
some one from 2-plant noticed it and switched it from 2 to 1. But it
didn't work. 2-plant still had the same problems.
Quick sea story about galley rumors. One of our
more original thinkers (Rob Abraczinskas) bet someone that he could
start a rumor about our next port call that was obviously false and
still get half the ship believing it. The bet was taken and after a
few choice remarks in chow line the rumor was off and running. After
a few days the captian came on the 1MC to kill it once and for all.
The Nimitz would not and in fact could not ever make a port call in
Nepal. Rob won his bet.
Have you heard from any other Numbnutz alumni?
KP Note: Glad to hear from ya,
Neil. As of this date you Nimitz lads are far and few between on
this site. I worked with a Numbnutz alum named Dave Williams
(RC Div) from your era. Did you know him? Like the Ike boys and Carl
Vinson lads are doing now, I think you should start a Nimitz RX Dept
recollection website. Hope to hear more stories! P.S.,
when you get a bit farther in your reading you'll discover something
Don Pearson Comes Aboard ...
Just looking at my old cruise book covering the
fire in 69. I was in training in 2 plant at the time, but I remember
it well. Also, are the same people on your list members of the
"official" Big E Association, or are those guys mostly
transient airdales? I was thinking about going to the Sept reunion,
but not if the old Nucs aren't going to be there.
Don Pearson RE, 2, 3, 4 Plants, 1968 - 1971 firstname.lastname@example.org
Thanks for listing me
Don Pearson ex EM2
KP Note: Don, glad to have an
RE "elder" aboard. I'm not sure how many nukes go to
the association reunions. We are hoping to make the Rx &
Eng reunion an annual thing, with more people coming out each
time. Our next reunion will take place in late April 2006 in,
most-likely, the SF Bay Area.
Coral Sea Kudos ...
Just a quick email to tell you your navy site
kicks ass. I went to boot camp at Great Lakes and then MM
"A" School in 1975. I then spent four years on USS
Coral Sea in M-Div. This site gave me much needed laughter in
my life. Thank you for your efforts.
5 Hash Marks!
Just dropping a line to let my old friends know I'm putting in my
papers this weekend to retire from the reserves. Figure five hash marks
are enough. Spent the last six plus years as a seabee. Just a tad
different from the nuke field. Anyway take care and drop a line if
Enterprise, 4mmr 82-86; Nimitz, 1mmr 87-90; Carl Vinson, 1mmr
90-93; NMCB-25 Bravo Co 99-05
KP Note: Congrats on a job well done,
Joe. Now what will you do with yourself? You're too young to
retire for good.
Marsh Comes to Town
Had a great dinner with Rich Marsh and Mark
Groseclose last night. Sadly, I forgot my camera so I have no
photo to share. We had a great time recalling our many
adventures together and I didn't realize Rich was in so many of my
navy mishaps. I forgot that he was running alongside me in TJ that
night the locals tried to beat the hell out of us when he, Conkin,
Jeff Rich, Goldylocks and I were drinking in the wrong part of
town. (That story is somewhere on the site.) Rich lives
in approximately the same area as he did back in our Big E days, so
when we have our 2006 reunion in SF, I think as many of us as
possible should crash at his place for 'old times sake.'
Dear K.P., Attached please find Packard. It took
the trip from Alameda to Bremerton in 1973 lashed down to the flight
deck. The picture was taken in July of 1973 the Big E is in the
background. You can scale the photo and see that I am clearly 3 feet
8 inches. More, lots more to follow. I have a copy of the bogus POD
that caused an up roar back in the 70"s.
Best Regards, M.R. Gunn
... [KP Note: I attached all photos
Dear K.P., Attached please find photo of Packard
at NUC School in front of our combustible barracks In July of 1970
California was a haven for old cars. I attached the ad. from the
paper that lead to me and a friend, another Mike, to buying the car.
However, blow up the ad. up and you will see the almost unbelievable
types of vehicles for sale on one day in the paper, and look at the
prices!!! At NUC school we had a 1947 Chrysler New Yorker, that was
bigger than my Packard, and a 1940 Buick Road Master convertible
coup. Off the base the car lots were full of them. If anyone
remembers, in town a very friendly waitress, who was every ones
friend for 20 minutes, had a Pink 1959 Cadillac Coup DeVille
Best Regards, M.R. Gunn
(click to enlarge)
Factual Datatorial Piratism?
seems this pirate stuff is relevant as we are all sailors ...
see also: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster
You may be interested to know that global warming, earthquakes,
hurricanes, and other natural disasters are a direct effect of the
shrinking numbers of Pirates since the 1800s. For your interest, I
have included a graph of the approximate number of pirates versus
the average global temperature over the last 200 years. As you can
see, there is a statistically significant inverse relationship
between pirates and global temperature.
In conclusion, thank you for taking the time to hear our views
and beliefs. I hope I was able to convey the importance of teaching
this theory to your students. We will of course be able to train the
teachers in this alternate theory. I am eagerly awaiting your
response, and hope dearly that no legal action will need to be
taken. I think we can all look forward to the time when these three
theories are given equal time in our science classrooms across the
country, and eventually the world; One third time for Intelligent
Design, one third time for Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, and one
third time for logical conjecture based on overwhelming observable
Bobby Henderson, concerned citizen
KP Note: I'm ashamed to say that I used to do
this type of analysis for a living. Sometimes it was just as
Steve Hall Comes Aboard ....
Hall, Steve, RM14 1989-1992 RM Div Office 1992-1993
Great list...saw a bunch of names I haven't thought of in years.
I was just reading page 37 of your website. Some of the names in
the boot camp stories started ringing bells, then the date and boot
company rang some really loud bells.
I'm pretty damn sure that was my boot company too! Do you
remember a smart ass, brown haired kid in birth control glasses who
was the boot company XO? I remember Stratton and Griffen. Every time
we screwed up Stratton would yell "You look tired! Get on yer
bellies! Shark!" Once when we were in the middle of this
Griffen came in and shouted over all the grunts and panting
"Its sounds like a goddamn porno movie in here!" I totally
collapsed laughing. I couldn't move for about five minutes no matter
how much they yelled at me.
God we had the biggest collection of rocks ever assembled. All
great guys but some of dumbest posts I'd ever met. The passing score
on the academic tests was 20 out of 40. I think our company average
was around 22. I know the boot company CO's average was a solid 20.
There weren't but a handful of guys in that company slated to go
nuke. The only one I can remember was Glen Weingartner, just because
his name was unusual.
KP Note: Yep, Neil, you were, in fact in my boot camp
company! I knew it was you the minute I saw your name and
that you were a nuke that arrived in the fleet the same time I did.
I gave you a "hint" in my response (above) that you would
be in for a surprise when you read further along on the site [and
came to my boot camp stories]. I remember you very well.
remember our company RCPOC (or whatever the senior Rick was called)?
He was this guy from the south who was as sharp as a bowling
ball. I have no idea how he got put in charge, except that he
might have been the first guy done stenciling his dungarees without
too many f--ckups. On Graduation night I recall he was so
drunk that he pissed himself nearly to death while asleep.
They basically had to "toss" his mattress and cover up the
whole thing (as wetting one's bed was a
I remember every man in our
company and I've written many things about the most memorable ones
on this site or in my personal memoirs. Do you remember that
guy we all called "Kentuck"? I still laugh myself
sick when I think about him, and our night in Milwaukee following
graduation. We were warned-warned-warned----and warned about
not talking to the hookers that would undoubtedly follow us around
while we strolled the city in our freshly minted dress whites.
As we were headed back to the bus near midnight he met one of these
hookers and disappeared. Us 077 mates did our best to stop him
and then find him but it was no good and we had a bus to catch so we
left the poor lad to his own doings. Just as the bus was
closing it's doors we saw him running down the street wrapped in a
sheet. The hooker (or the guy hiding in the closest) stole
everything from him, including his dress whites!
then there was that whole Chief Janicks thing... with the
test. Do you remember how the rocks in the company almost
killed the Education PO for "spilling the beans"? I think
I wrote about that adventure on this site.
One of my best pals
in the company was seaman-striker named Pat Whalen. His dream
was to be a SEAL. I kept in touch with following boot camp and
he sent me a card in the late 80s, saying he finally made it to
BUDS. Then I got another card telling me he never made it
through the school but was going to try again the following
year. I hope he made it.
There were about a half-dozen
nukes in our company and I kept in touch with many. Steve
Hamil, another EM like me, was one of my best buds through nuke
school, where, unfortunately, he failed the Comp. We kept in
touch after that (he was on the Ranger) and we saw each other many
times when the Big E pulled into San Diego. I've mentioned
Chris Galbreath, another 077 nuke, on this site. He made
contact with me about a year ago; he's still in the navy stationed
in Spain (or was). Barry Mahler and I stayed close through
Prototype and he wound up on, I think, the Ike or another East coast
carrier. Of the ETs, Weingartner and I saw plenty of each other on
the Big E. There was another ET, but I forget where he
went. There was also an MM named Ronny Serber or something
like that. I recall he was from Sopchoppy, FL. I loved
that name so much that I used it as the scene of some-such thing in
my Mooj writings.
Now here's something I remember about
you. You were this wise-ass guy who never took any shit from no
one. If I'm remembering correctly, you were also an atheist,
and refused to say evening prayers with the company. The CCs
got so pissed off about this that they would make you do sharks or
pushups during our evening prayer. Am I remembering this
Keep in touch!!!
Kurt Pena Comes Aboard ...
Hey! Add me to you listing.
I served in EM14 from 1986 to 1991.
Use the email address: email@example.com
An Inquiry about Agent Orange
My name is Dave Tyson, former Navy amphib, and asking about any
info on a possible agent orange spill on the Enterprise between 1969
to 1972. My brother-in-law, MM3 Bobby Jacobs recently died of cancer
directly attributed to being exposed to Agent Orange according to
the doctors. The Navy department indicates no such accidents ever
happened, but my brother-in-law insisted that such an occurrence
took place. Unfortunately, we do not have an exact date or specific
area on the ship. We are looking for anyone who may have such
knowledge. Thanks for any assistance that you may provide.
Richard Beard Gets New Email Addy:
Please update my email Richard Beard rm-11 1991 - 1995 firstname.lastname@example.org
Thanks for having this site it has been valuable in getting hold
of lost friends.
More From Kurt Pena:
Ram: Hello again! I tried some of the contacts
that you have posted. These are out of date:
Todd "Wog" Anderson
Keith "Spobber" Bryan
Both these guys are formerly of EM-14 in the
'80's. Oh well, maybe they'll find us again some time soon!
I saw your post about David Salzberg. We have been
in touch now and again. When last we met up a few years back he had
just married or was about to marry his college girlfriend. They met
at UC Irvine where he was studying biology, I think. He has been
working in biotech doing process validation.
I was a water treatment plant operator, but that
was killing me. The shift work and the low brain power factors were
getting to me. I have been a self-employed electronics tech for
about eight years. During this time, I finished my degree in
electrical engineering at UC Davis. Since I just finished college, I
am looking for a new job. Here's my latest resume: [put elsewhere]
KP Note: I'll post y'r resume on the resume
site. Sadly, many of our Big E brothers find new email addys without
telling me. I try to stay as current as possible but that
ain't easy. If anyone keeps in touch with those slackers
Anderson and Bryan, let them know we need new email
Nimitz & Boot Camp ....
Here's few pictures from the Nimitz.
One of the charming traditions in Reactor berthing
was to grab some innocent squid and perform a hydrostatic test.
Usually the RM div's were the ones to execute this complex and
exacting test, but the testee could be anyone. In this case it was
Tom McDevitt (Gizmo) receiving the test. Glen Spivey and Rob Goark
were second and third on the pile. I love Spivey's expression in the
fifth shot. I was always amazed that those couches could stand up to
that much weight.
The picture of the heavy seas as we crossed the
Cape Horn (South America) does not do them justice. Those waves are
20-30 feet high. Somewhere I have a shot of spray coming over the
bow. Later in the day we lost a piece of yellow gear and the captain
closed all the weather decks. Since we crossed the Arctic Circle
during Operation Northern Wedding some of us were hoping we'd cross
the Antarctic Circle too, but we didn't.
In Hong Kong we got into a darts match with some
Brits. We were playing a game called cricket which usually lasts a
half hour or so and scores around 100 to 200 points. In cricket the
strategy is to get ahead of the other team and finish the game by
"closing out". If you are behind you need to score points
and avoid "closing out". We turned out to be such a close
match that they couldn't stay ahead. We kept scoring enough points
to catch up and pass, so they had to score points. It took over an
hour but they finally beat us 1002 to 1001.
I think the idea of a Nimitz Sea Stories website
is an excellent idea. My ISP gives me all this free space and I
haven't done anything with it yet. As soon as I get it going I'll
let you know. I'd love it if I could get half as many Nimitz nukes
as you have done with the Big E.
As for not taking any sh*t, I took plenty of it, I
just didn't let it bother me. I distinctly remember some chief
screaming his head off at me for slamming a door. I just let him get
it out of his system and said "Yes, chief" whenever he
stopped for breath. I knew it was all theater (or most of it was). I
think I did give them grief about being an atheist, but I was just
being a smart ass. Did I mention I was a smart ass? Mostly, I didn't
feel my religion was any of their business. They never made me do
any push ups over it.
Some of the guys I remember.
Crosby. Could not keep in step worth a damn. Even
with his eyes glued to the shoes of the man in front of him. In the
long run it was no big deal. I never marched anywhere in formation
Cadena. I think Cadena got ASMO'd into our company
after a couple of weeks. After they took out his wisdom teeth his
mouth got infected and his lips swelled up something awful. I
thought he looked a lot like Mick Jagger.
Pringle. A tall black guy with a smile a mile
wide. You could not help but like a guy with that big a smile.
Hammond. I met him once on the Nimitz. He was a
deck hand. I saw him carrying a double armload of filthy rope and
cable through a passageway on the 03 level. All the chowdales were
leaping and scurrying to get out of his way least he mess up their
nice clean uniforms.
The education PO. Did he really turn us in? I
thought he needed help as badly as the rest. If I remember his
average score was 27 or 28. I figured they caught us by looking at
the tests. We did so well on that one even though we rocked out so
badly on the others.
I do vaguely remember the name Hamil but can't put
a face on it.
KP Note: Glad to hear from you
again Neil. In all my years as a Big E snipe I never saw the
"Hydro." Our RMs were mostly known for taping fellows to
the shaft and employing a grease gun to do something I won't mention
here, lest I offend the modern navy readers on this site.
Both Crosby and Cadena flew with me
from the Boston MEPS and my first official navy assignment was to be
senior man in the travel party since I was already an E3. I
also had a guy named Jewett in the group. I liked him but he
didn't survive the first test. Cadena failed the reading test, so he
was gone in a matter of days, too. Crosby was my only Boston
travel companion to make it all the way in 077. Oh wait, it wasn't
Cadena I traveled with, it was some other guy named Detroia or
something. Cadena was that little guy who designed our company
Getting Short ....
Recently Ron, Willy and I swapped E mails and reminisced about
getting short. Some scabs got picked off of some dried up old
As 1978 dawned, a significant number of the Big E nuke community
finally saw our EAOS within sight. We were short and we knew it. Our
behavior, while always questionable, became downright abnormal.
As Willy mentioned many pages ago, we would close down our usual
watering hole on Webster street then head to the Sacred Tree for
some "after hours" revelry. Shortly before closing time we
would take up a collection and send a couple of guys to the local
liquor store to pick up a variety of adult beverages. They would
meet us under the Sacred Tree in this big vacant lot where we would
continue to party, shoot the shit and sing ribald songs. One of the
items that would always be purchased in the liquor store was a
bottle of Akadama Red Japanese wine. I always wondered why someone
would bring a bottle of imported wine to a drunken affair such as
this. One night I took a closer look at the label on the bottle. No
wonder this "fine wine" was so cheap. The shit was made in
FRESNO! (Looking back on it, the two liter bottle with the twist-off
cap should have been some sort of a clue.) Anyhow, in keeping with
our tradition of naming damn near everything, someone soon named any
gathering of 10 or more nukes where a bottle of Akadama Red was
present an "Akadama Wine Drinking Festival"
One night at one of these festivals, one of the AMR guys
(probably JD) went over to the fence that we used as a urinal. For
some unknown reason he pulled his pants down to his ankles just to
take a hands free leak. When he was done he left his pants at his
ankles and come back over and casually rejoined the conversation.
Somebody thought this was funny and joined suit. One by one the
whole gang joins in. It still brings a chuckle to think of 20 or so
of the Big E's "finest and brightest" standing around
nonchalantly shooting the shit and drinking beer all with their
pants at their ankles and acting as if nothing was wrong with this
picture. UFB! And thus the NUDE Akadama Wine Drinking Festival was
We continued this tradition till the 78 cruise started. Then our
I just passed through Santa Barbara this past
weekend on the way to take the baby to see his relations.
As far as I know, this is the first time any type
of aircraft carrier has been anchored off SB, CA for a port visit:
CVN-76. I also noticed an escort, but there may have been others
hiding behind the Fig Tree.
Now, I've never been a Reagan (flesh or metal)
fan, but it was certainly an interesting site...
And the baby didn’t puke ONCE on his favorite
KP Note: Hey Tom, did you ever
get hold of Van Monkey?
No additional feedback from Van Minkey since the
last inquiry with him.
He must still be lost in the substrate over at
TG RE 1975-79
KP Note: Hmmm, I wonder in Van Muck is
hiding from his nautical past?
Steve Lavinder Comes Aboard ....
Steve Lavinder, RC11 & RC23, 2001 - 2005
Lea Hendrickson Comes Aboard ....
Hi there King Paul,
My name is Lea Hendrickson. I was an ELT in RL,
and I also worked TPL. I was on the pig from 1995 to 1998.
My email address to add to the roster is email@example.com
Let's keep some good thoughts and prayers for
folks in the South.
Not a pretty sight, and I know of some nuke
buddies being affected by all this turmoil.
TG RE 1975-79
Hide Your Wives and Daughters ....
In July a small gathering of enterprise nukes
spanning 8 years happened in Fredonia, NY. Your job is to name them.
ORSE F/Us ....
In 74 arriving off the PI, we underwent ORSE. Mike Gendreau and
& I did 6 out 8 of rod control system mods during the yard
period. He was the first one in and naturally described the control
controls to the gnat's ass. They said You R Wrong. Mike then
got up and pulled the manual off the shelf and showed them They were
wrong. So that became the QUESTION! Of all RTs and ROs, Steve
Maxwell and I Dan Loudermilk were the only three that got it right.
Naturally, I was the last one in, and they said the word evidently
had gotten out. I showed the my initials on the ACN. I got out on
arrival back in Alameda on 20 May 75.
FOR THOSE WHO MISS THE GAFFEY:
Some history about USS Gaffey. Anyone unfortunate enough to have
aboard this ship during her days in Bremerton will love how this
ship ended up:
~ 01 November 1978: Placed in service as a barracks hulk,
Miscellaneous Unclassified (IX-507).
~ 25 October 1993: Struck from the Naval Register.
~ 16 June 2000: Final Disposition: Sunk during RIMPAC 2000
EXERCISE as a missile target, location: 023° 35' 01.0" North,
159° 50' 00.2" West, depth: 2,730 fathoms.