Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Sent in by Rob Shane:
The Sands Of Christmas
By Michael Marks
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh
And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix
My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh
Eight hummers ran a column right behind an M1A
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean
They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MRE's
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see
They didn't need an ornament -- they lacked a Christmas Tree
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition
The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition"
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear
There's nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep tonight
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right
To worry about the things in life that really mean nothing at all
Instead of wondering each day if we will be the next to fall
He looked at me as children do and said it's always right
To thank the ones who help us And perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note
To thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote,
God bless you all and keep you safe and speed your way back home
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone
The gift you give, you share with all, a present every day
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.
From Walter Matthews:
Care Packages and A Christmas Story:
If you'd like to send a care package to the Big E,
address as such:
(Person's name or C/O LPO, LCPO, DIVO etc...) USS
Enterprise CVN 65 RL Div Box 42 ( If not RL Div just write a
division, plants are still 11, 14, 22, 23 etc... sorry but I can't
remember all the eng/rea division #'s right off) FPO, AE 09543
They'll be in and out as workup season is close at
hand, I'm not too keen on specifics, but it is the holidays and I
felt inclined to write.
As for sharing holiday tales, I was once again
warned very earnestly last year not to dress up the reboiler as a Christmas
tree and wait for Santa coming down the escape trunks, so i did the
next best thing.
In the Radcon void I made quite a festive array,
as it gets cold up there and not too many visitors come up in the
winter months. A Christmas tree made of radvac and green poly, with
ornaments of coffee creamers, swipe envelopes and wrapped in y&m
rope. the star was a pink hepa. there was a fireplace made of boxes
with a FTO bottle yule log and a HRA sign in front of it. manger
scene on the mantle with miscellaneous metal fittings... yellow
bootie stockings above on the wall. two y&m candy cane crow bars
over a WTD to the fan room and a nice cardboard roll wrapped in
y&m rope with MERRY CHRISTMAS written across... the stocking
stuffers were homemade but unfortunately offended most people they
were presented to, so no description there i apologize...
some ass chewings are really worth it...:)
happy holidays- Michael
re: HOT spot.
It's been a long time but the hottest place was on the booster pump
flats below the DFT. It was about 140F. I don't think you could last
more than 10 min.
~~~ even i knew that! ... i used to go stand over there for
awhile so i would feel cool by comparison when working on the damn
SGLI panels ... where is was only 120F!!! hippo knows.
now on occasion there would be groups of Chowdale Officers
wanting to tour the plants, and i think it would often be ole
C.L.Turner [aka CLiT] who took great delight in giving them a
personnally guided tour, which of course had to include spending a
bit of time on the booster pump flats. ;) now CL knew as much about
the operation of the plants as anyone, including the Rx Officer ...
and was also one of the greatest storytellers and bullshiters ever
to pull anyone's leg ... and he esp loved messing with khaki and
officers in general. i think i've written before that he could
convince anyone of anything, anywhere, anytime ... and even when i
knew better than to believe him ... he would suck me in time and
time again. he had a gift of being able to have you suspend your
disbelief in anything ... even our own existence. dude was pure
genius. anyway, as i have related before here ... i once listened to
him explaining to a group of chowdale officers what a "LOGA"
was during a tour of control equipment. and it had nothing to do
with a 'loss of generator accident' but somehow metamorphosed into
being a 'loss of gravity accident' as he explained that we couldn't
scram the plant if the rods wouldn't fall down into the core upon a
loss of gravity ... and that was the reason for those big jet
engines [that i had thought they were steam generators] and the
large JP5 pipes [which again, i figured was the hot and cold loop
piping] ... feeding them that would fire on event of a LOGA, and
'lift' the core up around the reactor thereby shutting it down.
now i realize that sounds pretty bizarre, that these guys would
actually buy into that but if so ... then you didn't know CLiT!
almost had me believing it too! anyway ... you have to take this
into consideration ... it was probably the same group of folks whom
he had just had down in the engine-room standing on the booster pump
flats for half an hour at least ... listening to him go on and on
and on about whatever he was explaining to them ... while he watched
them wilt before his eyes. he would keep them there until they
literally started to fall out. you know ... tapping into the pilot
macho thing and not wanting to show any weakness. man had no mercy
whatsoever. ;) so their brains were a bit fried by the time they hit
Control Equipment. that's the only way i can explain it. i'm sure
they figured it out later on ... but when in the presence of CLiT
... one wasn't often able to make sense of much at all. it was
easier just to accept it all. ;)
Ed Fiegler Comes Aboard ...
You can add my name to the Enterprise roster. The years were 1968
through 1972, mostly in RE 4Plant.
Christmas Story ...
The recent series of Christmas stories around the
Big E has pushed me over the edge to contributing one of my own. I
always recall the Christmas of years 1969, 70 and 71 as crown jewels
of my Navy career.
The Flaming E entered the shipyards in Virginia in
August 1969 for major reactor work. As the holidays approached there
was some quiet shifting around of work shift assignments. After it
was done and we projected out to who would be stuck with Christmas
duty, we found that all the single guys were now on shift together.
Next we received the special holiday work schedule, as the shipyard
would of course be shutdown. The "Single Shift" found
itself scheduled for 16 on/8 off for the two days of Christmas
holidays. I recall a zombie-like existence with the coffee pot
spiked on Christmas Eve as the only thing of note. Otherwise, it was
hourly readings on the shutdown, cold-iron, disassembled, empty
plant. But the readings had to be taken each hour and woe unto thee
who filled them in at the beginning of the watch. This was the era
of "My wife she" request chits, and irate wives were the
only thing the brass was more afraid of than Rickover.
By Christmas of 1970 the E was close to getting
out of the yards and everyone was pushing to get testing done and
systems buttoned up again. But still it seemed that the
single/married barrier was there for the holidays. At least that
holiday there was work to keep busy with and we didn't just haunt
the decks of the empty engine rooms.
In 1971 E was back in its home away from home off
the coast of Vietnam. We heard the Captain had pulled rank on
another carrier and arranged for us to be in Subic for the holidays.
It meant staying on the line at Vietnam for a longer stretch, but
in-port for the holidays was widely regarded as worth it. But this
was the era of the E being the only nuclear carrier and the Navy
really discovering its value. India and Pakistan had another one of
their periodic crisis moments in mid-December, a couple of days
before we were to head for Subic. The next thing we knew, we're
sneaking past Singapore into the Indian Ocean with an array of
escorts as the "just-in-case" fleet. Our orders were to
stay more than 500 miles from any land, and this was pre-Diego
Garcia so there was no place for carrier based planes to reach us. I
remember Christmas Eve as the day the White Plains finally caught up
with us from Subic after a week of sailing, and pulled along side
for most of the day to unload. Half of the hanger deck was turned
into the Post Office. Needless to say, India and Pakistan didn't do
anything else to each other that time, but we ended up at sea for 65
days keeping a Russian cruiser company in the middle of nowhere for
Donald Andrews Comes Aboard ...
I went aboard the Big "E" off the coast
of Cuba in October 1962. I had just completed Nuke school at Idaho
Falls. I was assigned to "M" division and worked in number
4 MMR. I made the round the world cruise in 1964 and was onboard for
the first refueling. I was discharged in August 1965 just before she
left for the west coast.
Please add my name to the crew sheet. Thanks.
KP Note: Welcome aboard
Donald. We love to hear from your generation of operators.
Please share some adventures. Most of us latter nukes were in
diapers when you were observing The Big E cores absorb their first
thermal neutrons. When you went to NPS, did most of your class
wind up on The E? In 1961 there couldn't have been but a handful of
nuke subs floating around. Did you ever meet Rickover?
Remembering More about CLiT...
Steamer's story about CL Turner and the surprise
addition of Ed Fiegler required me to write in.
Welcome aboard, Ed. You were just leaving the
Enterprise as I was qualifying as an RPE in 3 plant. I went to the
RE office soon after you left and with Bob Olsen, Dave Halley, we
had to get rid of all your board games that were hidden above the
exhaust system in your office - a new LT in RL division found them
on an inspection and demanded that they be thrown out in the trash.
You were famous back then as the RPE to go to when something broke.
Rodney Goldstein, I think you affectionately named him
"SAM", he hated the nickname but always had a good story
about you. Hope you're doing well.
As for Steamer's story of CLiT, it's true as shit
that ol' CL could knit a yarn. He had some junior officers believing
another story he told - CL was from Texas - Arlington, I think - he
said that one day in the summer in Texas it got so hot that the corn
in the field began to pop right off the cob. The damn Texas mules
were so dumb they thought it was snow, and the farmer found them
frozen to death in the fields. There wasn't a look of disbelief on a
single officer's face -
Not only could he tell a story, but CLiT was the
best damn cribbage player I ever saw. Although he wore short sleeve
dungaree shirts, I swear he had cards stuck up his sleeves. He would
pull "15's" out his ass and double skunk you before you
knew it. As I remember the Christmas of 1972 in the Gulf, we had a
party in the RE office with Bob Olsen, CL Turner, Mike Miller, Dave
Halley, myself, EC Winchester, and about six different "goodie
boxes" from home - looking back at it, it was one of the best
Christmas' you could have asked for overseas.
Not What It Was Cracked Up To Be ...
Normally I let a good story be a good story,
however, someone pulled this guy's dick when he told them this yarn:
[story was yanked ... but it had to do with a freeze seal on one of the
systems in the reactor compartment at A1W causing beam to snap...]
I was an instructor at Alice In Wonderland. The
Nitrogen leak didn't cause anything to catastrophically fail in the
RC at A1W. It caused a crack about 6 inches long on a support that
supported the support skirt for the reactor. It wasn't a beam. The
crack is maybe about the width of a dime (like a crack in a basement
wall). It's not all that deep either, if I recall correctly the
width of a fingernail. If someone doesn't show it to you, you
probably wouldn't even notice it.
The guy who actually caused the crack ended up
being an instructor at Fermi. I found this out during a shoot the
shit (a skill we learned in the Navy). I was telling this guy about
the crack because we were telling liquid nitrogen stories (Come on
guys, how many of you froze rats with that stuff!!) and this guy got
real quiet. He then revealed he was the cause of the metal
Mike The Bubblehead!
Great Site. I was not in the navy but am really
interested in navy history. There are many ship alumni sites out
there but nothing quite like this. I have become addicted.
Please accept my gratitude for all your hard work at preserving your
ship's history. Best of luck to all you Ex-Big E sailors. You are in
a league of your own and I wish I could say I was one of you.
KP, Here's something one of my bubblehead buddies
sent me. We all bitched about life aboard the Big E, but we all
secretly knew it could have been worse, LOTS worse! Don't know if
this is something you want to post on the site, but....
KP Note: Those who frequent Critical
Thinking are very familiar with Bob "Dex" Armstrong, as we
have linked to many of his stories. I forget "Dex's"
website link but you can find it on CT. Here's the story PP
sent. If you are unfamiliar with "Dex" and his
submarine stories, this will serve as a great introduction:
Razor Blades and Ivory Soap by Bob "Dex"
There was a point in time... All you lads who rode
submersible iron will recognize the point... A point where you could
tell exactly how long you had been out by the diameter of the salt
stain in the armpits of your last clean dungaree shirt. The point
where all of your fellow inmates smelled like the inside of Olga
Korbut's gym shorts.
At this point in the interest of human
preservation and fear that his ship was taking on the internal
atmosphere of the monkey house at the Chicago zoo... The Old Man
would lift water restriction and allow 'white light' in the berthing
Men, who had lived and interacted in the dim glow
of night vision-preserving red light, got a good look at each other
for the first time in weeks. It wasn't a pretty sight...
"Jeezus, have I been living with these
The after battery looked like a garbage dump.
Shredded ration boxes, stray socks... Magazines, loaded butt kits...
Sour towels and a collection of dirty laundry that had matured to
the point it was turning into limburger cheese.
It was a point far past the day we had wrapped
ourselves around the last of the potatoes stored in the showers. The
only visual evidence of their previous existence were the wadded up
gunny sacks carpeting the deck of the after battery head and
whatever GDU-delivered peels the fish off Nova Scotia were dining
on... The 'Idaho's Best' rug in the sonar shack was the residual
product of some previous deployment.
For those of you who never rode Uncle Sam's
underseas technological treats, a smoke boat shower was an aluminum
box the size of a coffin designed for Mickey Rooney. It had a shower
head that delivered semi-hot water at the rate of five peeing
humming birds and a shelf for soap that could leave a very
distinctive purple mark on your upper biceps if the boat took a roll
during occupancy... And a deck drain... A hole through which amazing
things could appear if anyone put a pressure in number two sanitary
tank without shutting the required gate valve and quick throw.
Even though you had to Crisco your ass to turn
around in the damn thing, it was the closest thing to heaven a
diesel boat sailor came in contact with at sea.
Everyone shucked his dungarees down to his
skivvies... Grabbed a towel and his 'douche bag' (subsailor for
shaving kit) and got in line. While guys rooted through sidelockers
for their shower gear, towel fights broke out... Not Cub Scout towel
flipping, serious heavy-duty towel popping. The kind that can take
little chunks of hiney if you couldn't move and fend off the shot.
Grown men laughing and popping each other with towels... Underseas
recreation at its finest.
After a two-minute soapdown, scrub and a rinse,
men would lather up and scrape off weeks of beard accumulation.
Lifers who never shelled out for razor blades would say,
"Hey kid... How about seconds on that
Cheap bastards... Same guys that ran out of sea
stores smokes after two weeks... Same guys who would wander around
Bells filling their glass from any available pitcher. They are
probably millionaires now and live by tax loopholes.
Bottles of Vitalis, Lucky Tiger, Mennens, Old
Spice, Aqua Velva, and God knows what else, appeared from side
lockers. In thirty minutes, the entire boat smelled like the parlor
of the best whorehouse in New Orleans.
Adrian Stukey would break into a Ray Charles song
and do his aboriginal dance... He employed footwork only known to
Stukey and three Congolese witch doctors. The man had moves Fred
Astaire and Gene Kelly never thought of... Sort of reminiscent of an
electrocuted orangutan, mixed with the mating dance of the
Australian Dingo eaters.
By some miracle, clean white skivvy shirts
appeared. Some with the names of guys, who rode the boat five or six
years previously, stenciled across the back.
"Who in the hell is Garabaldi, D. L.?"
"How'n the hell do I know?"
"Musta been some boat sailor."
"Yeh, I guess... What's it to you... You
writing a gahdam book?"
"Maybe someday... Who knows?"
Nah... Who'd give a damn about reading stuff about
this jacked up bunch of idiots? Who'd believe it? Once upon a time,
I lived among people who volunteered to live like primates in an
iron septic tank with lousy air, shared sleeping arrangements, had
at least four leaks (air, oil, water, and security), made weird
sounds, and agitated like a warped washing machine, for less money
than you could fit into a gahdam gumball machine... Who'd read crap
When the Goddess of Personal Hygiene looked down
and blessed the residents of the roaming hotel SS-481... It was
It was also good to live among men who were right
where they wanted to be... Nobody chloroformed them and hauled them
off to New London. Nobody ever called their number at the Selective
Service Board. They volunteered... Every gahdam one. Most of the
world didn't even know they were there... Boats... Little primitive
communities of the finest men I've ever known that lived in metal
containers and took them to sea. There has to be a story in there
The next time you see a Texaco tank truck rolling
down the highway, just for a moment visualize it a couple of hundred
feet underwater... Then picture thirty or forty happy-go-lucky
half-naked men singing, doing silly dancing and towel fighting
inside... And willing to do whatever it took to keep nasty folks
with weird political agendas from crawling through your bedroom
window. Those lads were my shipmates.
Author's note: In the ensuing years, service under
the sea has changed for the better. Lads today are not known as 'pig
boat sailors'. Today's modern submersibles are more conducive to
proper personal hygiene, grooming and gentlemanly attire. After a
hard day of fission monitoring, switch flipping and gauge dickering,
our present day subsurface bluejacket may attend a lecture on
molecular configuration of high-density hydrocarbons emanating from
the planet Mongo. He and soon to be, she, can opt for a live
concert... Polo... Fencing or a little commingling in a hot tub...
Mint Juleps followed by a shrimp cocktail precedes the evening meal
after which those not engaged in ship's work or on watch are free to
attend a visiting Broadway stage production or enjoy a Swedish
massage in the crew comfort compartment.
Before retiring, he or she fills out his or her
'What I like about Naval Service' questionnaire which is handed to
the first or second class bedtime story petty officer... Then after
a telling of the 'Three Bears and the Call Girl' story, they say
their 'God bless Hyman Rickover' prayer, drink their hot cocoa and
turn in to their Martha Stewart approved poopy sacks to dream of
super computers in accordance with current prescribed force policy.
It's a helluva lot better these days.
Ed Fresquez Comes Aboard ...
Thanks for dredging up my sordid past Graz.
KP, allow me to extend my admiration and thanks
for providing this forum. I'm Ed Fresquez (Fast Fred). I was on the
Evil Gray Pig from 86 til I was drummed out of the nuke ranks in 89
for getting caught doing a batch add. I was in RM-11. I vaguely
remember you which is not surprising since I vaguely remember the
80's. Anyway, your site has jogged quite a few good and many
horrible (MMCM!), long since repressed memories.
Anyway, Graz your memory is as good as mine. The
guys denuked with me were Roger (Surprise! I can't remember his last
name) and two ELT's. Kim Barton was one of the ELT's. Kim and I
ended up on the Shasta.
KP, thanks to your site I was able to contact Dr
Natty Dread. How's your PhD coming Jim? It doesn't surprise to me
that you will be a doctor, Graz. I remember all the research you did
in pharmaceutical back in the day.
I remember Jeff Brewer, Wilbur Hahn, PJ, Suds,
Eric Brown, Eric Duden, Mike "The Red-Headed Step Child"
Benz, Dan Foster, The Weasel, The Walrus, Todd Moody, Mark Serna,
Mike Kreich (Sp?), Stan Decker, Lance Lackas, of course Jim
"Natty Dread" Graziano. I hope all are doing well.
Ed Fresquez email@example.com
KP Note ... The Squez... I remember you. I
didn't know you got denuked. Maybe that's why I never saw you
down 1 plant anymore.
SUR Hint, Cont.
I wanted to clear a thing or two up as
to Mike's RO hints.
First is in response to....You forgot to put
LAMBAeff (Reactivity) in the numerator PLUS the Reactivity
addition rate where LAMBAeff is the Effective Delayed Neutron
Precursor constant a measure of the weighted half lives of the 6
Delayed Neutron Precursor Half Lives. In the Navy they taught you
the number was .1 (which is BS. It's actually 08)
Well, the navy doesn't exactly teach
that. Us qualified Navy RO's remember that:
1 on the run, (Up power)
.5 on the dive, (down power)
0.124 on the floor, (following a scram)
And... 0.77 steady state.... But I can't
remember what rhymes with that.
Next is how to tell you're at the POAH.
All mikes advice is OK, but the best thing to look, at, and the
thing you'll be able to see first, is the loop and Rx pressure
on the PT display. You can't see those other things listed
by Mike digitally, and therefore wont see them change before the
PT display items.
I have to agree, the hottest spot in
the plant was the booster pump flats, while in the summer in the
James Zuvich Comes Aboard ...
Ola, Please add my name to your listing Jim Zuvich, R div Damage
Control Aft DC Shop 65-67, firstname.lastname@example.org
Merry Christmas From Tom Gonzales
So bop me on the head for the cuteness, but I'm gaga over our
8 months old and already chasing the waitresses at the local
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all !!!
Tom, Stacy, and Santa Marco....
Much ado about SUR
I think that RO who posted the Lambas was slightly
in error or believed the BS the Nav teaches about Rx Theory.
You can't ever have a Lamba eff of 1. The highest
for U235 EVER is 0.124 . Just check out the charts. Since a
commercial Westinghouse PWR is almost the exact same machine as a
Naval plant my numbers are accurate. In fact I just looked them up.
I tried not to get into what might be confidential
material so I used Civilian indications. The point I was trying to
make is using the NIs to call POAH is not the best or first way to
Pete Smith Comes Aboard ....
great memories! i,am the man, known to many, as Otis. i am not
just some salty sea story that you may have heard, its all true
although i dont remember most of it! glad to come abroad!!
ET 3 Pete Smith, RC-14 (89-93) email- SmithPYAN@aol.com
man or myth? i was on the "PIG" from 89 til 93. not
many are able to say that they stood watch with me, for my only
quals were CPAW & throttleman. i spent most of the 89-90 world
cruise TAD to the MAA. it was there i was working as a controlled
witness for NIS. thats right, i was given money to buy drugs for
uncle sam! this was after all ,for the good of my shipmates. i did
this in the PI & thailand. what then do you do with a guy who
never qualified? send him to DC/PM div (RC-30) to be exact. did i
say i was a 4 planter? at any rate, i spent nearly 4 yrs on the
"PIG" and really didn't do a thing. i was able to claim i
was a work center supervisor (RC-30) on my resumes after i got out i
was a ghost! nobody asked about me or wondered. people knew i was
there, but nobody really knew what i was suppose to be doing (myself
included) at any rate, the stories are real, i lived them!
p.s did i say how long it took me to qual CPAW? that would be a
good quiz question
Mickey Folse Comes Aboard ...
My name is Mickey Folse and I served aboard the
Pig in the early nineties. I got bored here at work and started
browsing your site. Pretty cool.
Anyways, I have to admit that I hated the Navy and
the Enterprise..lol. It just wasn't my thing. However, with that
said, I do have many fond memories from my time aboard in Newport
Feel free to add my name and address to your list
if you wish. Maybe I'll be able to catch up with some of my old
FYI....I worked in 4plant and came aboard just in
time to be the RSE shaft alley watch back in summer of '03 . Oh,
what fun! I was also privileged enough to stand the famous "Heise
guage" watch, and the just as famous "shore steam"
watch. This one was especially important because you never know when
some random person would decide to tackle a 24" (I think)
manually operated steam valve and shut off the ship's steam supply.
NOT ON MY WATCH BUDDY!! They should have given me a gun for that
one...lol. Needless to say it didn't take too long to get my ER
lower lever and ER upper level quals completed.
I am currently employed by SCE&G as a control
room operator (dual fuel combined cycle, 900MW).
Again, nice site and keep up the good work.
A Day at the Beach
KP Most people who read Olongapo stories but have never been
there themselves may think that getting shitfaced on Magsaysay was
the only thing to do there. While that was a lot of fun there were
actually a number of other neat things to do there. One thing I
really enjoyed was spending a day at Gaines Beach. You could only
get to Gaines Beach by boat. You'd take a jeepney out to Subic City
then hire a banca boat to take you about four or five miles across
the bay to Gaines Beach.
One day on the '76 cruise I went there with about five of my buds
and our honey-kos. I had decided to spend the night there and rented
one of the small cabins. This became our base of operations for the
day. We all spent most of the day at the beach snorkeling and
playing around in the warm water. Periodically we'd send a couple of
guys to the bar to replenish our supply of San Miguel. The bar was
an open air affair with a thatched roof. It was presided over by
Chief Gaines. The Chief was a crusty old Navy retiree who had
married a Philippina and together they had bought this small stretch
of secluded beach. The Chief's main job seemed to be drinking beer
and telling jokes or sea stories to anyone who would listen.
About mid afternoon five other nukes came by and joined us.
Eventually we all went thigh deep in the water and formed a large
circle. We had about 5 Frisbees. We developed a game in which you
tried to distract someone with one Frisbee while someone else beaned
them in the head with another one. Sounds simple but that game and
that afternoon are among my fondest Navy memories.
About 5 o'clock all my buds piled aboard the banca boats and
headed off for a night of steaming. Honey-ko and I decided to take a
walk down the now deserted beach. After walking about 2 or 3 miles
we came to a small secluded cove with a small stream that ran out to
the bay. With an amazing tropical sunset overhead we decided to get
intimate. (For me that evening the Navy WAS more than a job. It was
quite the adventure!)
When we got back to the bar it was getting dark. I joined the
Chief in a quick beer and then honey-ko and I headed back to the
cabin. Several minutes later we were in the cabin when the lights
suddenly went out. (Chief Gaines had warned me that he turned the
generator off promptly at 21:00.) It got dark, I mean f**king DARK!
The only light came from the luminous dial on my Seiko divers watch.
We fumbled around in the dark cabin, found the bed and turned in.
Honey-ko was soon fast asleep. I, on the other hand, was starting
what was probably the longest night in my life.
When you spend several months on an aircraft carrier on Westpac,
light, noise and vibration become a part of you. The silence was
absolutely oppressive! I've heard that sensory deprivation is an
effective form of torture. I can vouch for that. The ticking of my
watch was driving me crazy. Occasionally a mosquito would buzz
around my head. It sounded like an F-14 taking off! The jungle
started about 100 feet behind the cabin. It didn't sound anything
like in the movies. For about 55 minutes out of every hour it was
totally quiet. Then for about 5 minutes you would hear what I can
only imagine was some small animal being killed and eaten by some
Finally (mercifully) I could detect a faint pink glow in the
eastern sky. I don't think I was ever so glad to see the sun start
to rise. As soon as it was light enough to see my way I wandered
down to the beach wearing only my watch. I swam out about 100 yards
from shore and treaded water as I watched a very beautiful tropical
sunrise. About an hour later honey-ko and I went to the bar and had
a couple of omelets. Chief Gaines had parked his ass on his usual
barstool and was already on like his third beer. Apparently he was
one of those Chiefs who believe in setting the steaming watch early.
I didn't want to see the guy drinking alone so I politely had a
quick cold one with him.
About 9 AM we got in a banca boat and headed back to what passed
for civilization. I went back to Gaines Beach several more times,
but never again spent the night.
The attached picture is the E at Cubi point. I think that's Snake
Island in the background. Off to the right of the picture would be
Subic City. To the left would be Gaines Beach.
Merry Christmas to
I hope that we may all survive many more years
with a full and rich life.
God bless Danny Loudermilk and hope that he keeps
his strength to laugh and be a sarcastic prick.
KP, PP, Willy, John and all other contributors -
keep up the great work you do.
Your shipmate, Jules
Jules J LaMontagne, USS Enterprise, 3 Plant, West
Pac ' 74 Sarasota, Florida
RX PHYSICS 201 Final Exam:
Wow, you guys know your shit. To
be honest, the SUR quiz answer I was hoping for was just an explanation
of how Rx power changed very fast when you started shimming, and
how you had to be aware of what to expect. No excessive yankie
crankie as they used to say.
Okay, now this should really give you guys a mind bending
List all the ways one can affect reactivity
(including temperature, geometry and aging effects). The more creative
your answers the more points you get.
Jason Nofsker Changes Email Addy:
Could you please update my e-mail address?
My name is Jason Nofsker and I am located in the sensitive 90’s
MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!
Didja hear about us “NOT” running aground? Had
the privilege to be Engineering Watch Supervisor for this one. Just
thought you’d like to hear we are still trying to keep 8 burnin, 4
KP Note: We read the newspaper account of
the event. The '83 boys shared their memories so why not share
yours? (Or is the investigation still on-going.) Remember, this site
is "req'd reading" for many operators;)
Rusty Maxwell Aces the RP Question!
The ways that I can effect reactivity are as
follows, at least at Palo Verde, as a Reactor Operator:
- first and foremost, you have to be licensed by
the NRC to do so.
- reduce turbine load (raise temperature)
- raise turbine load
- initiate a dilution to raise temperature
- initiate dilution to raise power
- initiate boration to reduce power
- initiate boration to reduce temperature
- initiate a boration or dilution to maintain power
and or temperature
- perform a reactor startup
- perform a reactor shutdown
- trip the reactor
- initiate a dilution, a boration, or a CEA
adjustment to control axial shape index (ratio of power in
upper half of core to lower half of core)
- place the deborating ion exchanger in or out of
- insert control rods to lower power and or
- withdraw control rods to raise power and or
- change steam load with either steam dump
valves or turbine bypass valves
- initiate or change steam generator blowdown
- change S/G feed rate
- change S/G feed temperature
- defuel the core
- reload the core
- control shutdown cooling temperature
- control refuel pool and spent fuel pool
temperature and boron concentration
- dilute the RCS as the core ages over eighteen
months to compensate for fuel depletion
- change RCS pressure.
This hurt my head, thanks! Merry Christmas and
Happy New Year!
Formerly EM1 RE Div.
81 - 85
Nothing like being bored one night and stumbling into your web
site. Please add me into the list. Seeing that list of name's bring
back a lot of memories!!!
RE03 1986 - 1990
KP Note: Hey Mad Dog, what's with
this half-assed email? I expected more from ya, pal! You're probably
the most famous 3-planter to finally stumble onto the site so how
about living up to your reputation!!!!! Great to hear from you after
all these years. Your sidekick Stohl is now just an email
away. I don't think Dicko's listed email is still active so
I'll have to call him to tell him his protégé has finally been
found. Let's hear from ya!!!!!
Subs or Surface?
I am in nuke school and wondering whether I should go subs or
surface. You're like a god to us nuke school students so I ask you,
great Neptune of the neutrons, what should I do?
"Point 65 to Survive" Dave
KP Note: Hmmm, I
didn't realize that I was considered the Neptune of the
Neutrons. That is a noble honor I assure you. Here's
what I think. Go surface. I was always glad I did. But I was
lucky since I got the Big E. If I was sent to another carrier
I might not have been so happy. What do you others think? This
young nubblet seeks useful advice before filling out a request that
won't mean shit anyway. What advice can others give him? Also,
check out nukeworker.com.
That's a site littered with bubbleheads and they'll (I'm sure) tell
you why subs are better than carriers. Best of luck!
Caustic Returns ....
Hey there King Paul, Johnny Caustic here checkin' in. It's been a
while since I sent you any goodies from my days on the pig, so here
are some of my favorites:
The first photo is me standing in front of the door in Rx
Berthing that went to the head. I think I was removing paint as a
nub and had to wear the mask. The second pic is the pig oozing rust
and God knows what else into the beautiful waters just off of St.
Thomas in 1998 ish. The "Stab" publication was created by
bitter nukes and basically made fun of authority figures and the
Navy in general. Soon I will send you some content from my journal
on the 1996 Med Cruise. Some of that stuff is sure to entertain some
of the website's loyal viewers.
click to enlarge
Chlorides Gone Bad ....
I just thought I would share a couple of Big E
stories with you. The first one takes place on Christmas Eve 2001
for everyone that was in RM14 they will know this to be the
Christmas Chloride incident. During a starting up of RPFW system,
the Sea Water valves were opened prior to starting the RPFW pumps,
which we theorize that is the reason why we ended up with over 3 ppm
Cl- in all 8 [steam thingies] in 4 plant. We were shutdown in the
shipyards at the time and we had to station dual RMO to charge to
feed and then drain and repeat. Needless to say I was in the plant
charging to feed with Tim Harper for 23 of the 24 hours of my duty
day, only to be relieved an hour late because the on coming duty
section didn't realize that dual RMO were set.
Story number 2 takes place on the beginning of the
2003 Med run, we are just getting underway from the worst shipyard
period probably in the history of the Big E but I will share that
story at another time, but we have just got underway and we had not
even started our trek across the Atlantic when a dump valve from one
of the DU's in 2 AMR stick half way open dumping straight sea water
into the DI main and eventually into 3 main condenser and then
spreading to 2 main condenser, when all is said in done we have over
600 ppm Cl- in the 3 plant [steam thingies] and over 200 ppm in the
2 plant [steam thingies], so we are forced to shutdown the aft group
and drain and refill all of the 16 [steam thingies] needless to say
this took awhile and because of that we were on shower hours for
several weeks. Well I thought you might enjoy that story. It is
something that I will never forgot.
KP Note: I
substituted a few words above to avoid scrutiny. Even you guys
that aren't BNEQ know what a steam thingy is, I hope.
|Marsh Returns to
Claim his long-lost nubblett ...
Just thought I'd send a quick note to the site to
wish Happy Holidays to everyone. It was great reminiscing with you
and Mark Groseclose. Not only were we in T.J. together, but now that
I read back, It looks like we were on the same exact African tour as
well. I have a memory of walking down some dusty Mombasa road alone,
hungover, and late for my tour, when a van pulls over and I hear
Rod's voice shout out "Get In!" Hence, I crawl in to
happily find Rod and Rollo and, the craziness began.
I see Mad Dog has appeared on the site. Great to
hear from you Mad-Dog, and like KP sez, send us more news than
that!! Now we've heard from just about all the 3-Planters of my era
except for the elusive Dick-O. Note to Dick-O: please climb out from
under that rock! We miss your tremendous wit and/or cartoon drawing.
Maybe if I say the "right" thing? BARBEQUE! Or, better
yet, REUNION! You definitely have my vote for having it in S.F.,
and, yes, I have an open door policy for old Navy Buds as long as my
furniture remains intact. Hmm, come to think of it, I've been
bugging the wife about getting new furniture. Maybe a dog-pile or
two wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. ;-)
KP Note: You Bet!! Hey, mark this down guys
... reunion now pretty much set for third week in April. Tell
your wives now and hope they let you go. Lance Winters will host the
event at his World Class distillery on the hallowed grounds of the
old NAS Alameda. A drinking straw will be provided.
Carriers 1 Subs 0 ... (So Far)
King Paul, you might want to pas this along to the
undecided nuke school nub. I was a submarine volunteer out of nuke
school but ended up in the surface fleet. Over 20 plus years I
served on three bird farms (Enterprise, Ike and TR), the same
cruiser twice (Arkansas) and I did a short stint on SSN 705 (Rickover).
There is something to be said for both communities, but for far too
many reasons to enumerate here and even taking my shore billets into
account, my best duty experience was on carriers.
Thomas Kreischer RC14 '83-'85
Carriers 2 Subs 0 ... And Some Great RE
Div Memories ...
Hey KP, I have been rummaging around different
pages, in no particular order, on your most excellent website the
last few days. I came across different items that made me want to
share some of my experiences while serving aboard the “tuna prise”.
I remember that term of affection, along with “the pig”.
For those who are young and wondering whether to
go sub or surface, I say go surface. I volunteered for SSBNs as my
three choices on my dream sheet. I ended up on the Enterprise as she
was re-staffing at the end of “Yard Pack 79–89”. All said and
done, I was glad I ended up on a carrier, particularly the
Enterprise. I could go look at the sun and sky and breath fresh air
(during non-flight hours) whenever I wanted to, pending work and
watches. I could also go off and be by myself, if I so choose to. KP,
was the “O2” void still in use while you were there? It was a
great series of voids that went straight back from a single entry
point. The front part was for RE Div. storage. Beyond the first
void, it went back two or three more and the only stuff in them was
a ventilation duct or two. We turned the last one into our lounge,
complete with lights, seating and music. I often wondered if the
officers sleeping above us could here AC/DC being played through the
steel decking at decibels I wouldn’t even consider today. I was
glad that I was on a carrier and not a smaller surface ship. I have
come across other entries that described the rocking and rolling of
the “small boys” along side us and seeing squids tied off to
railings as we did “un-reps”. Poor bastards! I stood on the
hanger deck with nary a sense of movement as I watched them get
hammered by the sea. The stories told by boot camp instructors about
the horrors, “the fires every day”, the “gang warfare” on
carriers never panned out on the Enterprise, at least not while I
served on her.
As a former Forward Group Sup., One Plant LPO, and
as a RE in general, I remember the salinity panels and issues. I
came across the picture quiz this morning and knew immediately what
the panel was. I don’t ever remember seeing that many red tags on
any given panel, though. The salinity system was a PAIN IN THE ASS
and it was RE Div.’s cross to bear. Any time an alarm came in the
following order would come forth from EOS “go clean the salinity
cell!” Never was the alarm indication believed initially. So we
would grab our trusty salinity cell cleaning kit and do their
bidding. I remember once while performing the salinity panel pms
task of clean and inspect, I missed the step for selecting the
distilling plant salinity cells to the other EOS salinity panel.
These were part of the “slave and master” panel setup for the
AMR cells. I caused at least one or two of the distilling plants to
dump to the bilge. Lt. Todd P. Mairs, our div. Officer, promptly
read me the riot act as we were under way and the air dales were in
dire need of all the fresh water that was being made to wash their
planes. The ship was in a crisis situation! I remember seeing hoses
with running water laying intermittently on the flight deck while
planes were being washed. The panels, cells, and distilling units
were back up in short order. Chief Carter saved me! We acquired Lt.
Mairs from RC division. By the time we had him “trained” as a
decent division officer, Ens. Wooley relieved him. Ens. Wooley’s
first act as our division officer was to give the division a sea bag
inspection up on the hanger deck. What a joke! Who has a complete
sea bag after boot camp? Of course, he will forever be linked to the
S.F. Bay grounding. Those who have written to this site regarding
his change after the grounding are absolutely correct; he was a more
down to earth and pleasant individual to deal with! Nothing like a
good enema to calm the soul.
Remember the name of the small panel on the other
side of throttle panel? SGWLCS, I believe, “squiggles.”
Sometimes I’ll throw that out a Palo Verde. It is called the “feed
water control system.” I get funny look or two when I call it “squiggles”
Another fun aspect of our job was maintaining the
O2 analyzer. What a pain! I always wondered how much the gold and
platinum cells, we went through in abundance, cost. I was amazed
later to find out while attending PPWO/PPWS training that the
readings from O2 analyzers were being utilized for in-depth
chemistry analysis. We considered ourselves fortunate just to get
the analyzer to function and read somewhere in the indicating band
so that our log readings wouldn’t have to be red circled. Who
knows how accurate they really were. I remember wanting to run back
to berthing at the start of a particular watch to get a piece of the
O2 monitor that I had worked on and had left in my “pit”. I gave
a report to EOS stating that I had completed my rounds in the plant
and that I was going to the DG room to check on the DG and MG sets.
I was going to do that and grab the piece I forgot and then come
back and actually finish my plant tour. Part of the plant tour
report was to give a reading on the reactor compartment rad monitor.
I hadn’t actually looked at it yet. I gave the usual reading and
was then promptly quizzed about the status of the monitor. It was
actually broke at the time and I was unaware of that (bad
turnover?). I was caught red handed! It was probably the only time I
served on the ship that the monitor was broke. The EOOW gave me the
look that said he had me dead to rights. That was as far as it went,
though. I didn’t explain any of my game plan and thoughts. No
point. It is a lesson I carry even to today.
Years ago in the nuclear industry one of the
commercial plants was involved with a big investigation involving
field operators not actually performing their rounds, gun decking, I
think, is what it is called. Some or all of the operators in
question were fired. That investigation spread to other commercial
facilities, including Palo Verde. We called it AO (auxiliary
operator) Gate. The lesson I learned from the O2 monitor event
always precluded me from even thinking about “cheating” on my
rounds or logs. There were some at Palo Verde who were nailed,
although the proof was never conclusive as it depended on the
security system, which was/is not perfect. It was an ugly scene!
Of course, nearest and dearest to my heart was the
sound powered phone system. How many phones did I replace in the
MMRs and RARs because they “somehow just broke into two pieces?”
Amazing! I believe the same phone existed in #1 swgr the entire time
I was on the ship. Not even a chip! Once in the middle of the 84-85
cruise, I got into a face-to-face shouting match with my good
friend, John “Woody” Woodward, after he “discovered” yet
another sound powered phone broke in LL RAR. “F—king mechanics .
. .f—king electricians . . .” It went back and forth. The PPWS
finally stepped in. John and I laughed about it all the time
afterwards. John was a wonderfully talented individual. He could be
heard often singing (he memorized the words to most songs ever
written) in perfect tone and voice or doing almost perfect voice
impersonations. He once did an impression of a combination of Dirty
Harry and Jabba the Hut. I still chuckle to this day remembering
that. He would have made a great DJ! I hated having to find faults
in the SP phone system between the EOSs, Central Command, and the
Catapults. What a bird nest! Once, I inadvertently hooked up test
phone leads in a J-box in Central Command (or Command Central?) to
the amplifier portion of the system. I had the phone up to my ear
and keyed it. I heard a load squelch and as I was pulling the phone
away from my ear, an extremely loud bang occurred. It hurt! I looked
around CC and amazingly, it seemed that no one else heard the same
explosion I heard. No one was looking my way. The earpiece in the
phone no longer worked and my ear hurt for a couple of days. I think
that it took a couple of years to go away all together. How could
anyone else not have heard it?
Enough rambling for now. Happy New Year! Thanks
again for this site!
KP Note: Great memories
Rusty! I was FGS two guys removed from you. Vernier was your
replacement (85 - 87), he was replaced by Engel (87 - 89) and then
me (89 - 90). As you read in my own memories, the salinity
system was still a bane to the Forward Group in my time. We
still had that 02 void during my time; however, it was seldom
used. The couch and the stack of porno mags (probably from
your vintage) were still there prior to the '90 yard period.
I know about not running aground in Pearl Harbor around March 69.
That wasn't "ground" we had to dig out of the main
condensers that day, not according to the press release to the local
Dear King Paul, It is New Year's eve in Honolulu, and I almost
started crying when I stumbled upon your website- seeing so many
familiar names. I was a nuke from 1991- 2005 on the Roosevelt and
Nimitz. I could not figure out how to become a member and post on
your website. Help? Thanks,
KP Note: Just email in your
stories. I cut and paste whatever you send right into this
here HTML page. Please refrain from sending in vulgar stories,
though, since we Big E sailors are rather refined;)
First CMO Watch
I qualified CMO on the 76 cruise just a day or so
before we pulled into Mombassa.
I had joined the Navy planning to do 20 years, but
in '75 I had decided that 6 years in the Nuclear Power field was
enough. CMO was going to be as far as I went in the field.
My first official CMO watch was the day we pulled
out of Mombassa. I believe I had the 00 to 06 watch in 1 MMR. On
this watch we were to do a cross-connected engineroom start-up. This
is really a pretty easy evolution in which you bring in steam and
services from back aft. Nonetheless, this was my first ever CMO
watch and I was nervous with anticipation.
I arrived on ERUL half an hour early and relieved
the Cold Iron Watch. I decided to do a pre-lightoff inspection of
the engineroom. MY engineroom. (I felt like Steve McQueen as Jake
Holman in "The Sand Pebbles" when he first checks out HIS
engineroom.) I toured ERUL checking to make sure all valves were in
the proper position for bringing in steam, condensate, HP drains and
aux exhaust. Eventually my watch team showed up and we went about
the business of bringing the engineroom to life.
Anyhow, 6 hours later I got relieved and went up
the ladder from ERUL to CTG flats. Both Rx's critical, SSTG on the
line, feed pumps up and in auto, Main Engine warmed up and on the
jacking gear. 1MMR was ready to go to sea. I was pretty damn proud
of my part in that! I was 23 years old and had just supervised the
start up of one of the enginerooms on the "World's Mightiest
KP Note: I think I already
admitted this but I really wanted to be an MM, principally because
of "Jake Holman." What a great movie that was. To be
honest I can't remember my first engineroom/rx start-up that
well. I think I got yelled at by the PPWS for opening the
"yarway watch" feed valves too fast or too slow or
something of that sort. I do, however, remember vividly my first
load dispatcher watch. Thank you VW, wherever you are, for
"hanging out" with me during that very nervous 4-hrs.
|Re: Senior Chief
Re: The former ET2 Jonathan Morris
AKA "Squid Vicious"
looking for "Captain Cook"
He was aboard USS Long Beach at the end of the
80's as a Warrant Officer. Prop on his collar, but a RC type. I
encountered him a few years later in Vallejo, CA. He was Engineer on
the SS Golden Bear, the school ship for the California Maritime
Academy. The cadets who heard about it would ask, "we heard you
sailed with Mr. Cook. What was it like?" They would laugh &
agree that yes, that sounded right.
I may contribute (keep me anonymous for now), but
I am only halfway through your site. Great job!
former ETSA (once ET2, non-STAR baby)
Carriers 2 Subs 1
To that guy wanting to know whether to go subs or
surface. Dude, go subs. Why serve on a target? Did you like
boot camp? That's the real navy dude. Subs is way cooler.
Plus, on subs you eat better food and can [KP Note: rest of letter omitted
because it contained a description of man-to-man sex and other nasty
things men who are bored and under water might do to pass the time
given that they have nothing else to do].
Last Letter a Hoax?
The letter written by PK (ET1/SS) was obviously
a hoax. Any submariner knows that sub sailors don't engage in
man-to-man sex. Or, at least not unwillingly once they are
qualified. Those that don't qualify ... well, that's a
"Horse and Cow" Hank
In the yards once again. I swore I never wanted to
be on a ship going to the yards again. But since your tax dollars
are paying me, time for another memory.
Another yard story. For those of us on the Big E
during the yards(90-94), you will remember the fire starter. Seems
this individual was responsible for at least 20 fires on board.
Anything that burned was fair game. He seemed to favor the
engineering block. Remember when NCIS came on board to investigate?
Believe everybody on board had to make a statement or be contacted.
I remember my turn. The agent asked me if I knew or had an idea who
may be starting the fires. I told him I thought it was a NNSY
worker. He asked me why I thought that and I replied this overhaul
is the golden calf for NNSY. The longer we stay around the more
money was expended to fix us. I believe the cost was $1 million a
day while in the yards. Pretty good scratch in my book.
Eventually the profile came out for this
guy...something about living with his mother, torturing animals, etc
and the possibility he masturbated after lighting the fire then
fleeing the space (this last statement figures prominently.)
Eventually NCIS had there prime suspect, a topsider, and he was
hauled off to Quantico. Believe he was charged with at least 10 of
the fires. Very serious as "hazarding a combatant" still
carries the death penalty.
Smart lawyer got him off without ever going to
court. Simply put, his confession was thrown out as it was made
under duress. NCIS claimed they had his DNA at the scene
(masturbation) and he broke. They had nothing.
Paint locker fire in Hangar Bay #2. 250 OBA
canisters later it was out. Scared the piss out of me but no one got
Fire in the steering gear room. This is notable as
I remember the 'heroes' trying to get down there to put it out.
Seems the word was out that NAMs were a certainty when you put out a
fire. Here we are getting our OBAs and prepping to go down to fight
the fire and running into Khaki (CPOs mostly) coughing and bumping
into bulkheads trying to get down to the steering gear room.
Actually had to stop at one point and escort two of them out. (I
think both got nams anyway as almost certainly they 'helped' as
evidence by being covered in soot and needing oxygen. Not much of a
fire though...debris from welding above cause the fiberglass fire
cover over the gears to smolder. Lot of smoke though.
PZR fire. Yep...never found out why one of the
cables "short circuited" but it did and fell burning into
a bin of anti-C clothing. CPAW at the PZR Shed hatch put it out
immediately with CO2. Now pay attention....remember reflash watch is
set for...30 minutes or cool to touch right. PPWO was bound and
determined to desmoke immediately using installed ventilation.
Time for a QUIZ. 1. "What is rate (in CFM)
when RX Comp exhaust ventilation is at high speed?" Question
two is a follow-on to one. 2. "What happens when air being
sucked through the PZR Shed door at the answer to question 1 passes
over glowing Anti-C embers?"
I heard the announcement he starting
ventilation...I screamed "No" to no one in particular and
raced down the RAR in time to see the CPAW running away from the PZR.
There is some justice to all this as it is not often anyone could
say they sprayed sea water into the Rx Comp, the PPWO was removed
from watchstanding immediately and the PZR shed got a brand new coat
of paint to hide the burn marks.
Carriers 3 Subs 1 ....
I agree with Rusty that an important aspect of
carrier service versus sub would be the ability for one to get off
by himself. The space on the carrier affords opportunities for one
to get away from everyone occasionally and have some time to
'collect himself'. I would have to think it would be hard to find
private time and/or space on a sub. Rusty's entry touched on the fan
voids. When I was on Ike in the mid and late 80's they decided that
we had to empty all the stuff out of the fan voids. RE Div had an
aux office in one. You would go through this door and walk about 100
feet through a narrow passage between two vent ducts before you
would get to the back of the room where the space would open up. We
had a pretty decent place set up there. I recall there was a catwalk
all the way aft on the port side. I believe it was at the 2nd deck
level. I would occasionally go out there at sea. I could be all by
myself. If you wanted to go for a good walk or jog this was no
problem. Often in the evenings the hangar deck would be open for
jogging. Sadly, I didn't take advantage of this most of the time.
Even if the hangar deck wasn't clear you could go up to the 03 level
and get in a pretty good walk. Sometimes just getting up to the 03
level for a while seemed like a bit of an escape from the territory
closer to the plants. I recall we had an ice cream shop up on the 03
level. Most nights at sea you could go up there and get a pretty
good milk shake with oreo pieces or M&Ms in it or such. You
might have to stand in line for 20 minutes or so. And of course
there was vulture's row. You could always go up there. I get the
impression that the highest caliber of nukes went to the subs. I
have nothing but the highest respect for those who could endure
living in those conditions. I graduated no.1 in my nuke school class
(8503) and I was the first EM to qualify in my class @ MARF. So I
think if I had requested subs I would have gotten them, but I don't
know if mentally I could have handled it. I think I knew this, and
that's why I picked the carrier. I didn't care much for being herded
like cattle when we made a port call, nor did I care for the way we
would tend to overwhelm the port city with our numbers. So the port
calls might have been more to my liking on the sub. But you spend
the majority of the time on a cruise at sea, so first and foremost
you have to make sure you can handle the at-sea life.
KP Note: "...So the port
calls might have been more to my liking on the sub..." What
port calls would you see on a sub? Carriers must have always gotten
the best port calls I would guess.
Time to Ramble On ....
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