started Nov 29, 2001
Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
Permission to Cross The Patio Dadio
Back when I was in boot camp they warned us to never.... Never...
say, "Permission to cross the patio dadio" when
requesting permission to cross the quarterdeck. It was one of
those things that would earn a person the maximum punishment available
during peacetime. But it always seemed to happen. I
remember hearing a story everywhere I went (RTC GLakes, NTC GLakes, NPS,
Big E, etc.) about some drunken fool muttering those damning words
as he stumbled up to the OOD and gave his half-assed salute to the
flag. I was always afraid that I would say it under the
influence of drunken stupidity.
Speaking of drunken
idiots trying to cross the quarterdeck, hey Lance, do you remember that time
in HK when we bought that Mao Tse Tung hat (a big green floppy thing with a
big red star on it) and put it on the head of
some drunken fool waiting in line in front of us to cross the
I remember the chief checking IDs yelling at him about being a commie. The drunken fool had no idea what was
The Mad Shitter?
Hi Guys its me Tim. I was in RE div from 86-90. Boy your site sure brings
back the memories. Hey KP remember the time we got drunk in the PI, whoa man
that was sure something! That tattoo place was having a two-for-one special.
I remember that you shaved your head and got "FTN" and
"Eat Shit" done on your skull above the hairline. Man you were crazy back then. Remember the Mad
Shitter? The guy who was taking dumps all over the ship and in public places?
They never figured it out man but it was me. Anyway thanks for the stories
I'll check in now and then. Oh Yeah don't forget to include my email address
in your list....
|Me thinks this letter to be a
hoax since I don't recall any Tim Dougherty in RE division
between 1986 and 1990 (or a so-called "mad shitter"
for that matter). But then again.... how would this
person know about my FTN tattoo.....?
Another 2-plant RM From the 80s:
I stumbled upon your site today. I don't have any sea stories for you but
feel free to put my info on your alum page.
|You served partially during my
era so I tried to find you in the '88 and '90 cruisebooks
with no luck. Were you in those books?
More From Scott French
.... I happened across the site by some wild chain of events-and am glad that I
did. I certainly remember a lot of good things-and you too (just
see that your sense of humor has blossomed into near criminality.
Yes, I was in that car that Mr. Wheeler was driving. I was so messed up that I had the
base guard drive me home (I think) and I walked in the house to get my keys
... because I was going to tow his car back to my house so that nobody would
know what happened! Thank God that no one got hurt or killed
Speaking of drunks trying to get back on the ship, do you guys
remember in Italy when people had to be put into stretchers and
hoisted up the fantail because they were too drunk to climb the
ladder back onto the ship? They then brought those idiots (still
strapped to their stretchers) to medical and hung them upright so
that nobody could choke on their own vomit. I'm glad I never got
My name is Todd "Howie" Howard. I served on the Enterprise from 2/91-12/92 in A-Division, Steam heat shop.
Another 60s Era Aft Group RM
I served aboard the Enterprise from 1966 to 1971, RM Division in 2 and 3
plant, and RT division during the refueling and overhaul of 1970-'71.
Whenever we pulled back into Alameda after a long cruise the
first thing I did was find a place to get some milk. I didn't
crave beer, pizza, cheeseburgers or anything else, .... just milk. It must
have had something to do with the fact that we never got real milk,
only that soy-crap that was in a box. Sometimes the chocolate
stuff tasted okay if it was chilled but nothing beat the real thing.
Ring Bus O Rama
Well, after logging on many months ago and faithfully
reading all the "weak" stories from the "nubs," finally some of the old group emerge from somewhere.
In a matter of days, mention of Gary Lawler and Bill Smith (Pumps) appear. Wonder wherever Tinker Ripley,
Jeff Dale, Lee DeWitt disappeared to? There was a big influx of Nuke electricians into
Distribution in the early 70's. I guess RE Division got booked up. I was one of the first back in '68.
Sometime in the '71 WestPac cruise (forgive me if the years blur the date, not to mention the martini
alongside me) we were refueling a tin can, FD&H, and suddenly we scrammed a reactor. This dropped a load
center, which killed a CTG, which scrammed another reactor, etc. until only one screw was turning. This
screw was outboard of the tin can, and we turned directly into it (this occurred in a matter of
seconds). The destroyer easily evaded us, but that day we rewrote the book on ring bus alignment. I bet Ernie
Conroy remembers this vividly, as he had Load Dispatcher watch. Most of your guy's stories involve stuff in PO, etc.,
I'm sure our generation had great stories also, we just can't remember. We lived harder.
HME Remembers The Mad Shitter
The missuz knows me too well--During my regular weekend ritual, I was busting my gut out reading
the Official Rx site, and she asked me, "Are you on that Ramsey O'
Toole site again? I KNOW that laugh!" Well, I'm busted: browsing the funniest website on the planet.
I remember two Phantom Shitters on the ship. The real Phantom would leave deposits in various office trash cans about the
ship. And then there was a Phantom imposter who merely dropped loaves in the Rx aft head showers. So is Timmy the Imposter
the shower shitter? Unlike shitting in trash cans, which is pretty cool, shitting in the shower is just dumb--my $0.02
I also recall the in port firebug. Predictably, the NIS arrested
an innocent patsy and the trashcan fires kept on happening despite the perp supposedly being in the Norfolk brig
(naturally, it was rumored he was homosexual as well).
Remember when the NIS came up to the RT void to teach us all about the evil commie honeykos? Ov gorse you do! Mike the Wad
was mesmerized--go revisit the Adventures of Blister Dick at http://re04.tripod.com
I think BD escaped that peril, only to go down to TJ to see a Donkey Show--where, unfortunately, he became the star of the
|I remember when that NIS guy came
on the ship to warn us all about the evil PI
communist-terrorist guerillas; it was during the '88 cruise. The NIS guy's name was Leo Miller or something and he had this supernatural
hairdo. Poor MTW was really shaken up by the talk since he traveled far and wide
into the countryside to find his honey-kos.
I was dumbfounded to learn that there really was a "mad shitter."
Did this happen in Norfolk, after I left the ship? I was
usually hip to all the nonsense but never heard that one. I do recall the "shower
shitter," though. The guy always struck when the aft head
Speaking of insane people in berthing do you
remember the coop czar? (Otherwise known as the "bomb
scare" guy.) I
won't say the guy's name but he was very nice and saved my ass on more than one occasion. He
was the MM1 in charge of the Rx coop during the MMCM
reign of terror. Most of you will remember that MM1 had a very
distinctive and prominent southern drawl.
Anyway, MM1 left the Big E after the '88 cruise and wound up
doing shore duty at the NAS Alameda Security Office.
Following his arrival it seemed like every time the Big E was about to steam off into the
the base security office would get a mysterious call from a
"madman," claiming to have planted a bomb onboard. The
person taking the call would always note in his [or her] official report
that whoever called in the bomb threat had "a real distinct southern accent
..., kinda like MM1 so-and-so."
Finally the security officer asked MM1 if he knew
anything about the bomb threats and MM1admitted
that he did; he then admitted that he was the one making them! MM1
went to court martial, got convicted and
then sentenced to some serious time in the pokey. The guy must have been insane to
make bomb threats and not even disguise his voice while doing
Speaking of Leavenworth, does anyone know if the former MMC
Triggs is still there? Wasn't he a pip!
A Steering Gear Near Calamity
Reading Dale Keys' story above sort of reminded me of another one
of those Big E folklore memories. I never knew if it was true or
not; perhaps one of the E-Div'rs who peruse this site can enlighten us. Anyway, the
story goes like this: once some Load Dispatcher Extraordinaire was sitting at the the LD
desk doing his duty. He was bored and started thumbing through some
standing orders and came upon some obscure instruction that stated that the
steering gears had to be cycled every 1,000 or so hours. He
decided that since it hadn't been done in a long
time (to his knowledge anyway) he would do it that instant. I guess the idiot forgot
that the Big E was unrep'n at the time. This guy caused wide
spread panic on the bridge (and everywhere else for that matter) when the
ship started drifting all over the place because the rudders didn't cycle exactly
the way they
were supposed to and were left de-energized. The other ship had to do an emergency
breakaway and the LD was DQ'd
for a loooong time.
None of us were really into politics back in my time but I do
recall when RJ Martin was spotted working with his mom at the
Concord Mall in the Dukakis For President booth. Man,
he sure caught some shit for that!
More About the Phantom Shitter
I was going to write about the Phantom Shitter, but I see a couple of
people beat me to it. I remember during the "shitter's" reign of terror
that the berthing chief actually removed the doors to the shower rooms, removed
the shower curtains, and posted "Shit Watch" -- a roving watch that tried
to catch the phantom "in the act." It never worked. Since I couldn't
shower with my glasses on, and since the showers were usually filthy, I'd
have to get on my hands and knees to determine whether the "brown mass" was
shit or just a clump of hair... What fun.
The RC Shop Stereo
I was in the RC Shop from 86-88. Anybody remember the illegal stereo that
we had? The stereo itself was hidden, and the power was wired to trip
whenever the door to the shop was opened, or the phone was taken off
hook. There were hidden "reset" switches all over the shop so pretty much
anyone could turn the tunes back on without getting up. Everyone knew
about it and ignored it until the R.O. ("Lurch" McClure) got wind of it. I
can't count how many times he'd bust open the door to the shop hoping to
catch us in the act, but there was always dead silence. One day he came in with a ladder and started ripping the place apart -- we
just sat there staring at him. Finally, while rooting around in the filth
above the ventilation ducts, his hand grazed a speaker wire, which he
yanked -- causing an old car speaker (and several pounds of dirt) to come
crashing to the floor. He had a triumphant look on his face, and left the
shop without saying a word. We KNEW we were busted. Lurch ran to tell our
D.O. that he was going to send us to Captain's Mast. Our D.O., however,
lied and told Lurch that he knew about the stereo and gave us permission to
play it. We never heard another thing about it, thank God we had that guy
in our corner, one of the few khaki's with a spine. Of course, we left the
stereo unhooked for a couple of weeks before we started jamming again...
|I can picture the look
"Lurch" had on his face since we saw it
so often. I remember the guy never looked anyone in the
eye and was always mumbling stuff. He never
blew his cool--except that one time when he had all of RX
Dept. mustered on the hanger bay in San Diego and was
yelling at us all because we were having 1 incident per
day. Those RM22 guys started chanting and laughing
after each of the incidents were listed and we wound up
having to stand at attention for 3 or 4 hours.
My Two Cent's Worth
I never really had anything against Lurch (or Skelitor, as he was
sometimes called) since he was pretty much just doing his job.
But I will never forgive him for allowing the enlisted men of Rx
Dept. to suffer as we did under MMCM Devil. Lurch didn't seem
to realize (or care) that 99% of the problems in RX Dept. were the
direct result of MMCM. The only person who realized this and
finally put an end to the madness was Captn' Spane.
This happened when the CO took MMCM aside during a FOD walkdown
and told him that he would reopen Rx Berthing or else.
The Big E was at that time underway on only 3 reactors and PAC Fleet
Command had just told Spane that if he couldn't get at least one
more RX critical, he would have to return to SD (we were qualifying
the airwing off SD at the time). By that time berthing had been
secured for a number of days and most nukes had
not slept in 2 or 3 days. Mystery scram after mystery
scram seemed to be occurring and extremely rigorous precrit
standards were being applied by ROs such that none of the reactors
were getting restarted. That was actually the turning point in
MMCM's reign of terror, and he was gone within 6 months. [KP
Note: I asked MMCM about this and he claims it wasn't exactly
how it was ... This note was added 8/26/03. ]
Since We're on The Subject of Bodily
Do you guys remember those RC pit monsters that were so lazy
that they wouldn't even leave their pit when they had to use the
head. They would just piss into a bottle and save it until
they were finally driven from their pit by bed soars (or their next watch). One guy logged an amazing 28
hrs straight of pit time. My personal record was 18 hrs.
Another E-Div Pal!
Hey man, Remember Kyle Dixon? Still alive and doin' fine. Put me on the
list. EE30 86-89
Now there's a name I remember well! I think Kyle was the only
guy in EE30 that was really an RE at heart. Great to hear from
you again after all these years.
The ATM Bandits
Do you guys remember when The Big E put in all those ATMs?
We were actually the first ship in the navy to do so.
(This happened about 1988 or so.) It was a big deal and the
navy bragged about how much money it would save by not having
to print checks anymore. Each sailor was given an account and his
check was deposited automatically on payday. One day shortly
after the ATMs were installed a dispersing clerk filling an ATM
accidentally put $20 bills in the $5 slot. Within hours word had
spread and soon the line to use that particular machine was a mile long. Unethical Big E
squids were withdrawing huge sums of money and asking for it all in
$5 bills. Later that day the dispersing officer noticed the long
line for that ATM and was puzzled since the other ATMs sat
idle. He did some investigating and quickly figured out what was
happening. The next day in the POD it was suggested that anyone
"receiving extra money" from the improperly filled ATM
should return it to dispersing immediately. Most people complied
with the suggestion since it was made clear that dispersing had
detailed electronic records of everyone using the machine that day
(and how much money they took out). Those that didn’t return their
ill-gotten booty were hunted down and punished.
Another RC11 Alum
My name is Mike Self, I was in RC11 from 1991 - 1994 during the complex refueling overhaul. Would like to be listed and I love your
page. Please list my e-mail address as email@example.com
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!
Sorry I've been out of touch. Just wanted to say best wishes. Hopefully I'll get a little more run time on the computer after the
holidays. Big "E" looked pretty good comin' home last month, eh? Say a prayer for Willy Thompson, apparently he has cancer.
Merry Christmas Big E Alumni!
Just a quick note to wish everyone and their family a Merry
Christmas and a Happy New Year.
More About the Aft Head
I was just reading the story by Dave Lambermont about how nasty the aft head was. I remember one time I had to get up for a
normal work day underway (a special hell for an RE!). I was in a line in the aft head waiting for a shower to open. There were
probably 10 of us standing by the urinals dressed in matching white (gray) towels with our shower shoes on and clutching our matching
mesh bags full of toiletries. One shower opened and Dave was the next in line. He stepped up to the stall, hung up his bag, and
went to hang his towel on the hook. Then the unthinkable happened; his towel fell off the hook and landed square on that
disgusting floor. Everything stopped. It was like watching a car wreck, horrible to see but we had to know what would happen
next. Dave thought for a minute or so and finally just took his bag off the hook and left, never so much as looking back. When I
got out of my shower Dave was standing at the back of the line wearing a new towel as if nothing had happened.
Looking back, I am amazed we lived in such squalor that if
something you owned touched the floor you would rather abandon it than have it washed.
Of course that same head got Guido out of the Navy.
In September 1995 I got to to revisit the Big E and spend a day at
sea with her once again for a dependent's day
cruise. I was the special guest of Dicko, by then on
his second tour, serving as the RX Dept. 3M chief. It
was a very nostalgic day for me and I'll never forgot how
exciting it was to be underway once again. I took full advantage
of my short time onboard and toured as many
"old haunts" as I could, including Rx berthing.
By then I had been a civilian for over 5 years and couldn't
believe I had ever been able to stand the
smell and filth of the place. I guess being off the Big E had
refined my standards a bit.
The Guido story is a classic and must be
told for the sake of all humanity (so I will add that as soon as I can)!
What the Hell?!!?
I have been trying to read these "sea stories" for an hour now. I have several observations. First of all, they all seem to be from
people who got off "the pig" just before I got on her sorry ass. Also, the things that seem to be so interesting to these
guys (firebugs, phantom shitters, etc.) seem pretty ho-hum to me. I don't know what the Enterprise was like before 1993, and I
guess I don't care, but let me tell you what it was like for those of us who lived through the refit from hell.
When I showed up in Newport News, Virginia for my first (and only) assignment I reported to a piece of shit office building in
downtown, next to the shipyard. For the majority of you who have never seen a "real" ghetto, this was it. This is the neighborhood
that Allen Iverson came from. There was an assortment of transsexual prostitutes on the street and nothing else. During the day,
this neighborhood was a place to buy drugs and get killed for no reason at all. It was dead silent at night, cold and ugly. I had heard
that the Enterprise was in dry-dock, so I was only mildly disturbed by this turn of events. It took me about ten minutes to even get a
response from the "buzzer" thingy that had been rigged up for the late arrivals.
I was assigned to Reactor Training, which was located on a barge across the pier from the pig (not in dry-dock, as it turned out) and
told to go to another building in downtown Newport News for a bed for the night. I went to a former high school and got a room with 3
decent enough guys. The building itself was a nightmare. Forget AC in the Virginia summer or food or toilet paper or any
other semblance of civilization. The idea was that you would live in this hell hole for a week and then move into a navy-rented
apartment with two or three other guys for the duration. It sounded like a good idea to me until I found out what kind of complexes
the Navy had targeted for rental. Imagine the worst neighborhoods you have ever heard about. Imagine bloodstains. Imagine crack
dealers operating out of your foyer. Now make you mental picture worse with inspections and nasty roommates and bizarre rules on
top of that. Needless to say, me and my buddies from prototype decided that we wanted an independent apartment to live in. We
got one, and I maintained that situation, paying for a place out of my base pay for the rest of my stay in the navy.
Everything seemed to be fine after that. I lived in a decent place and worked at a big, weird, old ship for ten hours a day (in theory,
liberty for the brave and all). The old timers kept insisting that things would get worse, however.
Sure enough, eventually the Navy realized that the pig had been in the yards for far too long. We lost our generally
benevolent captain and got a bastard who hated everything and everybody. All the predictions about when (if ever) the Enterprise would get out
of the shipyard started getting less and less far away. I gotta give it to that cocksucker, he really made those yardies work,
somehow. The upshot of this is that our beloved Enterprise left NN in less than optimal (or even minimal) condition. I can tell you
that that ship is floating around right now (Dec 25, 2001) on about 90% of the minimum number of steam generator tubes allowed. I
lived in fear for four years that a MS valve was going to blow and all of us were going to boil to death in live steam. The pathetic level
of knowledge that was left to us newcomers was little comfort in an alien reactor that no one was sure still worked. My only comfort
was that I was not in 4-plant, the last in line for refit and the residence of the "unsolvable" problem children.
But, sure enough, the big fucking ship somehow got out of port.
The downside of this kind of multi-year shipyard work is a plethora of people who could not qualify. Lots of them went to the mental
floor of the Portsmouth Naval Hospital, but many did not. The berthing space got its own crew of ten to twenty people who were
rejected by all the personnel hungry plants and 3M and whoever else wanted a body. I imagine these guys were responsible for the
constant "mad shitting" and fire bugging activity that went on from 1993-7. I could very well be wrong about that, though. All I know
is that if you got to the shower and there was a big log in there, you got a paper towel and picked that damn thing up and got rid of
it. If you didn't, there would be no showers at all. The real problem was people shitting and pissing in other people's beds. That
was mainly reserved for supposed "fags," however.
Imagine an ORSE every year for four years. Then lay on top of that fun a group of sailors that had been in for four years of a six year
hitch and never seen the ocean. Then start fucking up day-to-day systems on the ship because the shipyard period was
interrupted. Then add in the fact that all the paperwork on every valve in the ship was invalid due to a bunch of stupid yard-birds
overtorquing everything they could get their hands on. Oh, and add the women that were being transferred to the ship despite the
ship's lack of retrofitting for co-ed sailors. Also, imagine a ship where all the guys who knew how to avoid going to sea got
themselves assigned, then they all tried to get out at once when they realized the ugly thing was actually going to sea. Mix in a
WWII ship that had a keel only an inch thick due to wear and tear and you get some idea of the life of a nineties "Big-E" sailor.
We had some fun, but I think that it was marginal compared to what you "old-timers" had. Mainly, my four years on the pig were
hell, surrounded by people with a similar mind-set. I think you guys had it easy. I will try to give you examples of this over the next
few months, if I can face the memories.
|Damn, I'm glad I didn't make
the NN overhaul. I thought going to sea was bad but it
certainly wasn't that bad.
More About MMCM
You know, maybe MMCM Deaville was right. I mean, seriously, think
about it. When we were all 20-something we really didn’t seem to
notice or care about how filthy and disgusting Rx berthing really
was. I had forgotten all about how smelly and disgusting that place
was. Did people really shit and piss in the showers? I guess they
did. I’ll never forget wading through 2 inches of water and muck
and seeing the occasional "brown trout" floating around on
the deck while waiting in line to take a shower. I mentioned earlier
that when I returned to the Big E for a dependent’s day cruise 5
years after becoming a civilian that I was horrified by the
condition of rx berthing. When MMCM arrived in ’86 he obviously
saw the same thing and decided to do something about it.
His biggest beef with us was always the condition of berthing—it
was a pigsty! I can’t remember why I hated MMCM so much (time has
erased the specifics) but it was mainly because he made life hell
for us, especially when it came to our health and comfort in
My first introduction to MMCM came when he walked up to me in
berthing and gave me one of those dreaded "green stickers"
on my ID card for wearing white socks. That stupid green sticker
made it so that I couldn’t leave the ship in civilian clothes for
"Lurch" McClure was also gung-ho about berthing and I
guess we all know why now. I remember his famous line was:
"This is a warship—not a college dormitory!" He said
this when cracking down on all the crap that was being stowed in the overheads and above the
racks (bikes, TV sets, VCRs, guitars, etc.).
One of the first things MMCM did when he began his reign of
terror was create the RX coop. It soon became the bane of all saps
unlucky enough to get sent there. But face it guys—at least then
someone was attempting to swab the deck, sort laundry and clean the
showers and toilets.
I remember when MMCM was finally gone there was great joy in RX
dept. But I'm sure every man sleeping in berthing at that time
would agree that it was a wee bit
cleaner and better organized.
MMCM came back often to visit after he retired and I was always
baffled by his willingness to revisit the men who hated him so much.
Maybe he actually cared about us guys.
The Mysterious Goo Foot
"Guido" arrived on the E the same day as the rest of us
8502 nukes did. Guido went to RM22 after BNEQ quals and remained
there until the end of the ’86 Westpac. One day during the cruise
Guido’s leg really swelled up. He was in terrible pain and crawled
to sick bay for medical attention. Since it was after the hours of
sick call the corpsman manning the watch desk told him to come back
in the morning. Guido just lay on the floor and told the guy that he
couldn’t move and would stay there until a doctor came to see him.
The corpsman, noting that Guido was really just going to lie there,
reluctantly called a doctor.
When the doctor arrived and saw how swollen Guido’s leg was he
took a ballpoint pen from his pocket and drew an outline around the
swelling so that he could track whether it was expanding or
receding. Guido was then put in a bed and wheeled into the ship’s
hospital. A few minutes later a second doctor arrived to have a
look. He then told Guido that he suspected that the swelling was the
result of Guido’s tattoo (he was pointing to the ink line that the
previous doctor had drawn). Guido knew then that he was dealing with
an idiot and was going to be in trouble.
Guido’s leg returned to normal in a few days and was sent back
to work. Then a few weeks later his leg swelled up again and he was
readmitted. The doctors had no idea what the problem was and so he
was in and out of the ship’s hospital for the rest of the Westpac.
Finally when we returned to Alameda the doctors on the ship
decided to send Guido to Oak Knoll to see if they could figure it
out; they couldn’t and Guido was deemed unfit for sea duty and
transferred to NAS Alameda. Guido was actually offered an early out
and foolishly accepted it. He should have begged and pleaded to
remain in the navy and then they would have cast him out
immediately; by agreeing to be discharged it pretty much guaranteed
that he would be screwed with and have to remain in the navy for at least
At NAS Alameda Guido was sent to work in the base security office
and from there assigned to the base traffic court. He was a lowly 3rd
class, working for a senior chief, who in turn worked for some Lt.
(who was the "judge"). The Lt. soon transferred out and
the senior chief retired and Guido was left there all alone. He was
unofficially given the rank of traffic judge and told to run the
office until a replacement for the former judge showed up—which
Those were great times for those of us that were friends of
Guido, for we became above the law. We parked everywhere and
anywhere we wanted and collected our multitude of base parking and
speeding tickets by the bag full and then brought them to Judge
Guido, who promptly dismissed them.
Guido was also merciless when it came to revoking the base
driving privileges of anyone that he knew and hated from his former
life on the E. I forget exactly who it was but one day a CPO in 2
plant was unlucky enough to get a speeding ticket on the base and
lost his base sticker altogether. The "judge" really let
him have it!
In those days MMCM Deville was also on a personal crusade to rid
the CPO parking lot of non CPO-type cars. He did this by scraping
off those yellow date stickers from the windshields of offending
automobiles. We didn’t care—we could always get more from our
pal Guido! This confounded MMCM and that made it all the more
desirable for us to park in the CPO lot whenever we could, even
though there were much better spots to be found in the officer’s
Our lawlessness was short lived, though, since the base security
force wasn’t exactly staffed with idiots and they began to notice
that the same cars and people were forever being ticketed to no
effect. Guido was exposed and soon replaced much to our dismay.
Guido didn’t care because he was finally getting his long awaited
discharge from the navy.
The Old vs. The New
There must be something about the way a ship is run when it is reaching the
end of its useful life (I'm guessing that's about 50 years for carriers)
that's different when the ship is fairly new, as the E was when I was
aboard ('68-73). From what I've read here about the late '80's on, I believe
our engine rooms were cleaner than your berthing areas. Maybe manpower was
an issue also. We actually got more Nukes than there were positions for, and
many like me worked in Distribution the whole 4+ years. I got injured in '70 and got the Navy equivalent of light duty - Berthing
Area PO. I had a crew of 4 at all times (not dedicated, but the shops would
send a fireman every day). Not only was the main area and heads clean, we
even sorted laundry, just like Mom. Did this for three months, and it went
back to the first classes who traditionally had this duty.
On another subject, I'd really like to have a feel for what
Reactor School is like now, if the criteria is about the same, etc. We actually had to do
mass flow calcs to 8 decimal places with pencil and paper, talk about the
Dark Ages! They made us buy our own slide rules, too, cheap bastards.
I suspect this particular thing has been witnessed more than once - finals
at Mare Island. They put about 15 of us in a room and gave us the written
test. One poor guy spent about a minute skimming through the 1/2 inch thick
packet, began laughing hysterically, and had to be taken away. I ran into a
friend years later who had gone to the Bainbridge. He had been assigned to
Section 1 (I to this day don't know how he ever got into the program). When
I asked him about the test, he told me all the Section 1's were given the
test questions and answers.
The Jackhammer Arrives!
I was on the BIG "E" from nov. 1971 till jan.76 as a RM in 3 plant, William
"Willy" Thompson my 'E' mail address is WWillyTBass@aol.com
I loved the
pictures it was a trip back 25 years. Thanks
Big E Sound Effects
I laughed when I saw the picture [above] of an LP of Enterprise
Sound Effects. I wonder if they included the sound of rx
berthing in the middle of the night when the screws were cavitating, the engine shop
was testing engines and all the lounge TV sets were blaring at full
volume. The noise was so overwhelming; yet, somehow, we were
all still able to hear whenever someone
unplugged and then tried to "steal" one of those giant hurricane fans.
On an average IO night there were about a dozen of
those things distributed throughout berthing providing marginal
cooling. It was like gang warfare trying to establish control
More Berthing Nightmares.....
Damn, you guys are bringing up some pretty bad memories. I
tried to forget all that stuff. But, in truth, you guys are really just hitting the tip of the ice berg. I still have
nightmares about some of the things I saw when I was temporarily
habitating in the RM22 section of berthing. Let's just say
that I knew better than to ever leave one of my towels lying around. (Or
my coffee cup for that matter!!!)
A Living Hell....Or Not?
You know, I saw a turd or two float in the shower, but I wouldn't say it
was something that happened that frequently. I know berthing had a specific aroma to it, but hell, we worked in an environment where
100 F was considered a cool day. (At least us snipes did.) I can attest that
some people seemed to be a little funkier than others, but I see that in
the world too. You got to also consider how many of us lived in how small
I got on the Enterprise in April 84, fresh out of the yards in Bremerton,
and the "old salts" on board had never seen water deeper than the bilges
either. I don't recall it being such a horror as brother Brad sez his
leaving the yards was. We managed to qualify and not kill each other. I
did 3 ORSEs in 4 years on board. They might as well admit that thing is
a yearly, not a 2 year program as advertised. But I suppose that the
biggest difference in our recalled experiences is the time gone by. I
have 17 years since I left, he has but 4. I'm not saying I was on some
ClubMed cruise or something, and I still think getting out was the right
thing to do, but I know the harder edges have been worn off my recollections.
And yes I think the Enterprise looked great coming home , too.
Billy Wayne Deaton RM-11 1982-86
SMOKING JOE ARRIVES!!!!!
I just found your website. It's great. I am not sure if you remember me or not, but I was on the ship from 1986-1991 (about 2 years in
RE03 and the rest in RE01).
|Do I remember you????
were a legend! In fact, I actually wrote two stories
about you on my Mooj site. (You'll have to dig around
in there to find them since I can't remember where they
are.) Are you still in the navy? What
are you doing these days?
More From Smoking Joe ...
Smoking Joe sent me the following info about his whereabouts
"... I left the Enterprise in 1991 and spent about 2 years at NNPTU Windsor. I shut that place down and left the Navy.
I went to school and received a BS in accounting and a MS in taxation.
I spent a couple of years at one of the Big 5 accounting firms (Arthur Andersen) and then went to work as a consultant.
I also prepare income tax returns and other accounting service on the
Great to hear from you Joe!
Another Worthy EE30 Electrician Arrives On
I'm Dave Halliwell, and I served on the Big E from 1986 to 1992, and was in
EE30. My e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thanks for putting up this site, it has brought back a lot of fond memories
from my time on Enterprise.
|Dave! Great to hear from
you again. I remember standing many a watch with
you. I remember once you got busted for reading on watch and got ordered by some khaki clown to go around
searching for other unauthorized reading material violators.
You had to do this until you caught someone--and
then it was their turn to find someone.
The Classic Literature Caper!
Thinking about Dave Halliwell getting busted with a book down
the plant reminded me of a funny story that I haven't thought about
in years. If you don't mind I think I'll share it with you:
It was no secret that electricians were the worst offenders of
the "no unauthorized reading material in the plants" rule.
This was primarily because we were barricaded in the SWGR room and
could easily hide whatever it was that we were reading when a khaki
came into the space. Some watch supervisors did everything they
could to catch us in the act and would sneak into SWGR as quietly as
possible. Chief Ugaki was the best at this and could literally get
right beside you before you even knew he was there. (Ugaki was
cool though and never busted anyone--he just loved to catch people.)
Sometime during the ’88 cruise I got into the bad habit of
reading on watch. At that time I was reading mostly classic
literature because "Mike the Wad" was taking a classic
literature correspondence course and was giving me all his books
when he was done with them. One day I was on watch and was engrossed
in the novel Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. Before I
knew it MMC Triggs came storming into the SWGR on a personal crusade
to find unauthorized reading material. I had only a few seconds to act and tossed my book on top of one of the switchgears. That would
have been sufficient had anyone other than MMC Triggs been the one
searching for UA reading material. The first thing Triggs did was
climb up on top of the switchgear and find the book. He accused
the SWGR operator of reading it but that guy rightly denied it. Triggs then
turned his accusations toward me and I denied it as well. Triggs
made note of who we were and then left SWGR to show the Watch
Officer what he found. The WO was E-Div’s Mr. Anderson and
he really didn’t give a shit. He was, however, amused that the unauthorized
reading material was at least culturally
enriching rather than the usual Star
Trek or Sci-Fi crap that was usually found down the plant.
A few days later "Mike the Wad" had a similar run in
with Triggs while he was reading Return of the
Native by Thomas Hardy on watch. MMC Triggs found the book and, again, accusations were made
and denied. Rather than wasting his find on an apathetic WO,
Triggs went straight to CHUD.
Then a day or two later MMC Triggs found Human Bondage by
Somerset Maugham in SWGR. I can't remember who hid that
book but it was the last straw. CHUD was furious and decided
to find the "well-read" culprit and punish him severely. I
found this amusing and, thus, began to hide classic literature
throughout the plants. I basically went to the ship’s "trade
one for another" paperback
library and "lifted" as many classic novels as
I could find. Every day I hid one or two in the plants so eager watch supes
could gather them up
like Easter Eggs and bring them to CHUD, who was focusing
his investigation on college-educated enlisted men.
Sometimes when I was in a particularly devious mood I would sneak
into the Rx office late at night and hide books in CHUD’s "In Basket"
between piles of neglected paperwork. My sources in the Rx Admin office
assured me that CHUD "blew up" whenever he found one of
forget how the whole thing finally played out. I think we pretty much ran
out of classic literature on the ship and so the thing pretty
much petered out.
Big E 60's Style
Where are all the old nukes????? I have been digging through the box of old pix in the attic.....many of the flight deck ops (no
cameras in the enginerooms, remember), sunrise/sunset (who knows which any more?) and a few of shipmates and port of calls.
They all are from the WestPac cruises of ' 67 & ' 68. How many can I send to you Mooj? I currently have about 60 of them in
.jpg format (lord knows, they didn't start life that way). And I do have a few sea stories to pass on, but not now. Can any one name (it is
not me) the Nuke in the film badge ? I still have this......with film in it!!!!....collecting REM's for 33 years. I also have other significant
memorabilia, I just don't know the right way to present it once I have dusted it off.....some of the old 4 planters might know of which I
speak....& everybody thought Vickroy had it! How about it Dave (the original dilligaf/figmo) English? Do you remember painting the
walls in #4 EOS? The party picture is a division party on Grande Island. Any feedback is appreciated.
Lyn Small ....RT 4 plant
After reading your story about Chief Ugaki sneaking up on you guys, I can't help but
wonder if that is the same MM2 M.H. Ugaki I was sentenced to the Tech library with in Bremerton. Actually that was pretty slack duty. I think we spent as much time playing
chess as updating revisions.
And the name Triggs sounds familiar too. I wonder if he was the same blond Triggs with his hair parted in the middle that I went to
Nuke school with in 1977 that initially went to the Long Beach or
Truxton? Nahhhhh couldn't be.
|There could only be one Ugaki
in the whole fleet so I'm sure it was the same guy. As
far as Triggs goes...I have no idea.
Another 60's-70's RM!
I served aboard the Enterprise CVAN65 from 1969 to 1973. I was assigned to Reactor Plant 3 for approx 3 years where I qualified as
CRAO and to the RM div Office as a "Group Sup" for my last Year. When I left I was a Machinist Mate 1st Class. Please list my
e-mail address as email@example.com.
Thanks, it is great to know that we haven't been completely forgotten after emerging from
the bowels of the greatest warship of all time.
MM1 Jeff Branham, RM Div.
Another 90s Nuke
Hey there. I was surprised when I found this site. I was going through the sea stories sections and came across one that sounded
very familiar. I came onboard the Big E in '93 and had to go to the building in NN for indoc. The only thing I remember about that
was when the police officer came by and showed pictures of guys who had committed suicide. After that, we had to go to the FAF
(a barge across from the pig with classrooms and such) for some sort of qualification. For the first month all we did was sit around
and play pitch or hearts. Then they must have got serious about quals and started getting on
people's butts to get qualified. The most lasting memory about all this
was one day we were in class and I was drawing different things in my notebook while the
instructor was babbling about something and the CO came in. This was all well and good except that the XO was standing next to me
during all this. When they called attention on deck for the CO to
leave I set my notebook down on my chair and stood up. I must have brainfarted because right
there on my notebook in big letters was "FTN." When the CO
left the XO looked at me and said he wanted to see me in the other room. I was bewildered as to why he wanted to talk to me until I looked down at my chair. Chills ran
down my back as I followed him into the next room. He asked what
"FTN" meant, and me, being quick on my feet (yeah right) said it
meant "Fine Time in the Navy." He asked me if I was having a fine time in the navy and I answered, "Oh yes sir, a very fine time." I
didn't do much drawing on my note book after that. That's my first story. I have a couple more but I'll wait to send them. I am glad to
see all these other stories from so many other sailors. As for where I worked, I worked in 4MMR as an MM2.
It was a mess when I got there. There wasn't anything in the plant the first time I went down there. We had to wear these blue hard hats and eye
protection. I wasn't sure exactly what an engine room was supposed to look like for almost a year after I got there. I'm looking
forward to reading more stories so keep em coming.
Gail Flowers Jr.
MM2 1993-1995 4MMR
More Big E Photos from Glenn Faus!
Be aware that this site goes down at 10PM PST/PDT to conserve energy.
|In the very near future I'm
going to link to all "photo" sites from the home
page. Send me your links!
Another Modern Era Nuke
Just a note, I was in em23 for 4 years in 94-00. I will look thru my records for any names and current
links I can think of. unfortunately, most of my email addresses are expired.
Another 80-90s RM
Could you add me to your roster. I was onboard from 1988-1994. I was mostly
RM22 with a little RM03 and RM14.
Some e-mail address changes
I had to change my email address to firstname.lastname@example.org. Also, I was in
RC-14 not RC-22. Years were 1985-1989. Thanks again for the site.
My home email address has been changed from email@example.com to firstname.lastname@example.org
|Things have been so slow lately
that I'll even post email address corrections.
Actually, it was great to hear from you guys. Randy,
how could I get your workcenter wrong when I stood so many
watches with you down in 4-plant? I have no idea why I thought
you were a lowly 2 planter. Sorry about that.
You deserved better than that.
Hey Chris.... send in some stories!
A Really Old Timer!
I was on her from 62-65 in the 1st division. My email is email@example.com.
Still looking for guys in that
time frame. Thanks for this site.
Two RE04 Old Salts!
I had a great visit from an old pal last weekend.
Those of you who served in RE during the '88 and '90 cruises
should know who these two old timers are.
Another Early '60s Big E Nuke
My name is Ray Godfrey. I was in nuke class 60-3 in Vallejo and went aboard Enterprise in July 1961. I was in M Division for
the five years I was aboard. Left the ship in July 1966. I worked in 2AMR, 2MMR, 1MMR, 4MMR, and was the M Division
Thanks for the good link from Smitty's web page,
Another Big Alumni!
Hello. Your website is great. I'd like to add my name to your alumni list.
My name is Eric Daw. I served in RM23 for 1989-1992 and RM00 from 1992-1993.
My e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org.
Another Early 70's RM:
Maurice Smith, RM Division and RM Plant 2, 1971-1976
An Old EE30 Friend!
Not sure if you would remember me—I was an EE-30 guy, who hung
out with Lenny Meyer and those guys. I got on the Big E as you were
steaming across the Red Sea in 86, just in time for the line of
death and Italy port o’ call. I remember going to a party out at
your place in Livermore or Dublin or something like that a long time
ago. I've been reading the web site and laughing my ass off. I just
saw the entry that you are moving to phoenix. I have been here for
the last 3 years and have taken a job that will keep me here for a
while longer. Let me know when you are in town and we should hook up
for a beer or something.
|Hey Craig!!! I remember you
well! I also remember the party you mentioned above. It took
place at our house in Dublin, CA. I was living there with
Dicko, "Q" and VW between the ’88 and ’90
cruises. The party was for Dave Conklin (it was his getting
out of the navy party). We expected about 50 and had over 150 people show up; it was quite the bash. I remember
climbing over dozens of unconscious bodies the next morning
when I left to return to the ship for duty. Our
neighbors would never speak to us again after that party. They
even forbid their children (who often played hoops with us
in our driveway) from going near us again. My future
wife was at that party and said that she never saw so many
drunk people in all her life.
I'd love to hook up with you anytime now
that I'm officially living in Phoenix, AZ. It will be
great to knock back a few beers and talk about the old days!
Another 2-Plant Mechanic
I was nuc mm2 on the big E from 1993-1994, during the shipyard
years. I'm Ken Mazur, and was in 2 MMR, I'm thinking EM22.
Please add me to the list!
Another 3-Plant Mechanic
I was on the pig in RM23 from 1981-1986
Jim Whitsett Has Arrived!!
When I started this website about a year ago I
did so to find old shipmates, many of whom I had not seen or heard
from in over fifteen years. One person I hoped to find was my old
chief, Jim Whitsett. He was one of my favorite people on the Big E
and has been mentioned countless times on this web site. Needless to
say I was thrilled when I got the following E-mail message from him
Hi, Ram. Your artwork is as great today as it was 15 years ago.
Please add me to your roster.
What I remember being the funniest about the Blister Dick saga
(see RE04 dopey books link) was that it all started with Snook
telling everybody what a big secret their experience had been and
not to tell a soul. As the Chief, I kept my mouth shut, then one
night while I was sneak reading the dopey book the whole saga
unfolded and it turned out they'd told everybody the big secret.
RE 1978-1980 and RE 1985-87
|Those of you serving in 4
plant or RE Div during the late ‘80s know who
"Blister Dick" was. The RE04 dopey books from that
era were filled with Blister Dick adventure stories and
cartoons. They seem harmless today but back in 1987 they
were quite upsetting to a certain EM3, who was suffering
from a rare blend of Olongapo-induced genitalia anomalies.
That poor person would forever be know as "Blister
Dick" for the remainder of his navy career.
Snook knew about what happened because he was with
Blister Dick the night he was thrown out and forever banned from the
Mustang Ranch (near Reno, NV) when the house doctor examined his much maligned
organ and found him a danger to the working girls.
So how did RE04 learn about this unfortunate event?
"Blister Dick" was stupid enough to spill his guts
to someone he thought was trustworthy
(and that person quickly told me). I wasted no
time taking out the RE04 dopeybook and drawing my very first
Blister Dick cartoon. There was no turning back after that.
Blister Dick is now a successful businessman and refuses
own up to his squid past. He and I were college
roommates after we got out of the navy and the term Blister
Dick was never mentioned again. I’d do anything to find
him again. I had hoped that by now that he would have
stumbled across this site. Maybe he has and is living
More From Jim W.....
Hi, Ram. Don't know if you want to use this, but I got such a
kick out reading through the site that I made notes, then put it all
together covering two tours and some things that aren't covered on
FIRST TOUR (AUG 78 – OCT 80),
nub and RE
- "Mo Sux" in honor of
an old CRA named Mo Flaherty (before my time) and purportedly welded
on the bottom of the ship (as also supposedly is "Bush Sux"
– not the President); BM2 Ben J. Degusgos; Guy Karafa and the RE
Mean Machine, our softball team during the yard period in Bremerton;
EM1 then EMC Mike Burkhardt; EMC Kelley; Jeff Danner; Tom Lindmark;
Terry King; Bruce Prehal; during the yards the holes were cut
between plants, and the in plant MC didn’t go throughout the
plants so some would run from plant to plant below decks avoiding
getting paged; "diesel tours" that could take hours; being
offered contraband in 1MMR by the gnarly CMO our very first day we
had TLDs and were making our naïve, excited first tour into the
"real plants", in 1978; snowball fights on the CTG flats
in the yards; RMs and their expansion tank readings even though they
were isolated; somebody getting busted for cutting the NI’s toward
the end of the yard period; bunks made up in the wireways and on top
of the switchboards, and on lube oil tanks out on the flats; having
to work up courage to ask gnarly BM’s to open their spaces so we
could check the RC ventilation solenoids; Mr. Block, still the most
squared away officer I ever knew, along with Mr. Sevald, and Captain
Kelley (later CINCPACFLT) stopping to talk to us 4 plant RE’s and
making us feel important as he went to the meeting once per week in
- Baseball in 8SWGR using wadded
up HP tape and the nozzle from the nearest fire extinguisher.
- As a recruiter, the BMC I worked
for tried to bust me for lack of military bearing, but I finally
convinced him that we are from two different worlds and I was just a
"typical nuke, not a bad guy", and job took precedence
over trying out for being in the next issue of the Blue Jackets
Manual. Our Chief Recruiter up in
hated my guts solely because I was a
SECOND TOUR (DEC 84 – JAN 88)
- Lots of
First Classes in RT, most all of which were STAR babies sent
there from tenders to meet manning requirement, but they were all
getting out in a few months with no intention of qualifying.
- EM2 John referred to earlier as
always getting good deals (for covering our asses on the Training
books and being such a good front image for us, flying the RE flag
so to speak). One very
- When Gil went to mast for hiding
his bike in the overhead of berthing as a direct result of the
Skeletor and Devil. Sorry, Gil. That was about the same time, just
underway for the 86 PAC, that all of Rx berthing was pasted with FTN
posters in protest of the berthing cleanup.
- Nobody has mentioned ETCS Cook.
I served with him again after he'd become a CWO3 a few years later.
He ran VINSON RC shop, was well liked by them.
- Conklin and the time he bagged
ass for liberty early during the 3M inspection and got called for a
spot check. Fullmer put on a shirt that said "Conklin" and
aced the inspection, and Conklin got the glowing write up. I had
Conklin on the brow the next few days in his whites for that,
getting razzed by all. A good guy. A good, big, guy. Flaming red
hair and too many muscles for me to mess with.
- Yes, Dwayne B**h. I guess he got
let go for medical purposes during the 88
Last I saw him, early 90’s, he was
selling NCOA insurance on
In the mid to late nineties the NCOA lost all it’s access
and could no longer come onto bases with preferential treatment for
some untoward reason or another. It was none too soon, as far as I
was concerned, and eliminated those retired Chiefs from intimidating
young kids to buy.
- ET Dave W*****n is on
in the military section. Make your
own determination if the site is a joke or for real. Gag.
- EMC Lee W*****r being made to
stand RE watch by Gunboat Joe Gorman as a Chief because he was so
dink qualifying PPWS.
- I got hauled to the XO for
telling Kevin Willy in front of the
to "just take the speeding
ticket, they are a joke" after he called me to come get him out
of it. The single biggest jerk onboard was the fat CMAA Master
Chief. I don’t recall his name.
- I ran into Roger Goodman in
a few years ago. He is doing great
and was there to take samples of
water for laboratory analysis. I was
the Supply Officer (yes) on a Trident submarine at the time.
- The time I got called in and
hauled down to AMR1LL by the Master Blaster who was trying to blame
the over pressurized 1 plant secondary shield tanks on RE division
because the high level alarm didn’t work. When I showed him there
was no high level alarm and it was caused by the AMR guys who
isolated something while the fire main leaked by, he got really
pissed and told me that he was "gonna get me and all my RE
dirtbags". So we went underground, told him anything he wanted
to hear, RE became stars and six months later I got a mid-term eval
from him that I was the "most improved, best CPO in Reactor
Department." I still have that eval today as a souvenir.
My career was more successful than some, though, and I'm sure
Chief Many Stars had something to do with it, for which I'm
- The Phantom Shitter was there
during both my tours, so it was nothing original. It happened on the
my submarine, too.
- If you’re out there, Mel Ugaki
(yes that’s his picture), remember inport San Diego when 1 plant
was steaming alone, and you and I had three plant which was steaming
into 2 and 4 plants as well, with all the drains coming back to 3. I
was not a knowledgeable PPWS and you were just qualified CMO, we had
the DFT was alternating out of sight low then out of sight high and
it was the most scared I’ve ever been, thinking we were gonna die,
roasted as lobsters.
- When some of us nub Chief
selectees in ‘85 wanted to turn down Chief so we wouldn’t be
like the lifers giving the classes, then MMC Kevin (the round one)
Burke assured us "it’s OK, that stuff doesn’t apply to
nukes". All but MMC P****e, that is, Mr. Thought He Was Still A
Boot Camp Company Commander. Actually, there were nearly a dozen of
us selected, and all but three turned it down and got out.
- The fights over whether the
guard valve failures was electrical or mechanical. Of course, it was
always mechanical. Wasn’t it?
- The time the 4 plant RM’s
spent a week troubleshooting the 4A CTG governor because it was
hunting so bad, and it turned out we didn’t have all the brushes
down in the amplidyne. Perhaps that was unintended revenge for those
times the guard valve was electrical.
- The 3 plant RC bilge alarms due
to leakage from overfilled inner bottoms, but Skeletor insisted it
was faulty bilge alarms and made us crawl in there to prove
otherwise. I was so mad my nose exploded blood all over myself. I
guess in retrospect I should have gone to get my blood pressure
checked, but wasn’t every day as a nuke kind of like that, if not
somewhat less dramatic?
- Jim Stokes, probably the single
most intelligent guy I've ever met. Turned down Chief, got out and
went to work somewhere around
doing something related.
He needed to be promoted from First Class straight to
- Mr. Comi, the RCA before Mr.
Sevald. He went on to become a Captain in the east coast amphibious
fleet. He swore me in
when I got commissioned. A
- Night time GQ on the hangar bay,
starboard side, and slipping out to the pitch black sponson under
the island to smoke and pee over the side. Want a heart attack? Try
doing that with nervousness about getting caught, groping for the
guard wires on the side, wondering if that helicopter out there is
looking at you, and then have the Phalanx go off right over your
head, scaring the holy crap out of you!
- LT Cook, the LDO in 2 plant.
Last I saw him he was a CDR and the Repair Officer at TRF Bangor.
Certainly retired now.
- Yes, Goldilocks Fuller was a
trip. That was a leadership lesson for me because I kept letting him
get away with stuff until I found out that the guys had banned him
from coming in the plants. I do remember the heart monitor story and
the other scams. True.
- I forget who, but the RE who
popped positive coming out of
in 1986 who got off by using the
Australian over-the-counter-cold-medicine-box routine, finding a box
that somebody else happened to have.
- Captain Leuschner. That was a
leader. Rocky the Flying Squirrel Spane who after taking command
made reference to the engine rooms as the bowels, different story.
- Somebody mentioned earlier about
post 1973 and calculators, which is actually a little off in timing.
My NPTU class 7707 was the last to use the slide rule.
- To this day, whenever I hear an
announcement starting with "This is…" my mind
automatically finishes it with Senior Chief Ebersole saying
"…a drill" on the ship’s 1MC in the unique way he
would announce it.
- It has been my experience that
most conversations with other sailors/ex-sailors is somewhat of a
"yeah yeah who cares what ship you were on" but when you
, heads turn and chests swell. You
nubies in the 90’s and later hopefully will carry that same pride
someday. It is OK if you don’t feel it now, because being a nuke
isn't easy. You will. It is the greatest ship, and one of the
greatest engineering marvels, ever built. Ever.
- You know how tubers always
bragged about how gross they were, crusty, salty, etc. I got
counseled more than once on my submarine for hurting people’s
feelings, being offensive, etc. as a result of regular joking and
cajoling, ala pre-PC Navy. I
guess they never came across an ENTERPRISE RE. A bunch of amateurs,
I tell ya.
To the 45 RE’s during that
October 85 to December 87 time frame that I was their boss. They
were all Seconds and Thirds and I was but a boy Chief. They are the
ones who put this website together, the dopey book is theirs, and
they are prominent throughout the web site. Because of them, I was
the only 1985 CPO selectee in the entire program which made Senior
first time up in 1988. When
I did my little retirement blah blah blah speech in January 2001 I
was wearing the same combination cap that underneath said my name,
RE Division, USS ENTERPRISE, and I mentioned many of your names to
people who would otherwise never know you, as that period of time
was clearly the best part of my career. Ricky Kuhn, Jerry Wheeler,
Greg Vernier, Kevin Willy, John Hanson, Randy Snook, Greg Brazier,
Fullmer, Richard Marsh, Schaaf, Gyolai, not you Goldilocks, French,
Griffin, Tuli, Hordyke, etc etc. I’m embarrassed I can’t name
you all. Anyway, that is the best bunch of guys ever. We just
worried about the important stuff. As a result, and I challenge any
other group of RE’s to meet this:
- three times in a row Reactor
Department Sailor of the Year (Kuhn, Vernier, Willy)
- EIGHT straight Reactor
Department Sailor of the Quarters (Kuhn, Wheeler, Vernier, Hanson,
Willy, Brazier, etc)
- Zero discrepancies on the 86 and
- Ship Sailor of the Year Runner
- A bunch of other stuff that I
can’t remember right now but was all good.
- And, dot dot dot, between Mr.
McGuire and Mr. Amala, we didn't have an actual officer for about a
Keep up the good work, Ram and
guys. You’ll always be the highlight of my career.
Another RM11 80's Nuke
This is John Johnson from RM11 83 to 88 saying hello, and this sure brings back
Memories of Scotty Crow
Seeing Jim Whitsett's mention of Scotty Crow above reminded me
of a funny story. Scotty was a conventional electrician and
stood many a SWGR watch with me when I was RE.
One mid-watch he and I were bullshitting and realized that we were both
guitar players. After watch we agreed to get together and
jam. It was about 4:00 a.m. by the time I met Scotty at his
shop with my ax in hand. We climbed inside some void and then
crawled for quite a while until we came into an area that Scotty
had set up as his own personal studio. We jammed as loud as we
could in there for an hour or so and then finally called it
quits. When I left the shop and started walking back toward berthing I noticed
some officers in their bed clothes searching voids and
escape hatches nearby. They were furious and hoping to find the
"asshole who was
playing his guitar so loud" adjacent to their stateroom. I
told Scotty about it the next day and he laughed and said that
sometimes he could hear those airdale zeros banging pipes on the
bulkhead trying to shut him up. He said that in the 2 or 3
years that he had been jamming down there no one had been able to
find him. I bet even the flying squad couldn't have found that
Without going into too much detail I bet most of you who knew
Scotty will remember his fool-proof way of telling which PI hooks
had the clap. His method must have worked since he was never
seen standing in the clap line.
Big E RCOH Story from an MM2
Noting the posts from my former shipmates, Flowers and Thompson,
I'll add a little to the 90's shipyard days:
Contrary to Brad's post, there were a few good things about the
yard. Unlike probably most everyone else who served on the Big E at
any other time, those poor suckers who were on her during the 90-94
RCOH probably were able to see and explore more of that old boat
than anyone else ever had.
Yeah, being a nub sucked, but having the Shaft Alley Patrol watch
from balls-4 enabled me to explore that ship from top to bottom. I
went from the bridge, to the cic, to the captain's quarters, to the
admiral's space, to anywhere else you can imagine. That was pretty
Other good memories include the RC-17 watch, which involved
sitting in a tarp-constructed tent on the right, rear sponson next
to the main valve between the ship and the shore steam source. There
was a heater, a long tube running down to the water with a duct-tape
cap on it for a makeshift toilet, a light off a spare power outlet
someone found, and nice comfy chair. Not much to do, but I remember
some fun times on that watch.
You guys who only saw the Pig fully operational (or even, at all
operational) cannot imagine the state of the ship at her most torn
apart. The interior spaces were so torn apart, it did not even
resemble a ship. Huge gaping holes in the hangar deck, huge air
hoses and wires strung everywhere, so much so that some passageways
you had to crawl through, and the only light was from strung-up
lanterns powered by generators on the hangar bay. Truly bizarre.
And every yardbird only said one thing to you: "Alright
now." Catch eyes with one? "Alright now" Cold night,
huh? "Alright now" Building 65 is one filthy piece of
metal! "Alright now" With Uncle Sam paying $1 million for
every day past the deadline the Pig sat in the yards, do you guys
have any incentive to get this thing done?? "Alright now"
Ahhh, the good ol' days...
Another Late '80s RE Div Memory and A
Short Item About The Umpa Lumpa Man:
I remember back when "Kid
Pillow" wanted to be a model (see dopey book cartoon
celebrating his first photo session). The Kid wanted to have
that Don Johnson "Miami Vice" razor stubble look for his
headshot. But as he headed off for his first session the lifer chief
on the brow refused to let him off because he hadn’t shaved. When
EMC Whitsett found out about that he escorted Kid Pillow to the brow and
told the lifer chief that he was going to personally take the Kid to
the base barber to get him a proper shave and haircut. The sadistic
lifer on the brow thought that was a great idea. As soon as Whitsett
and the Kid were on the pier EMC returned to the ship and Kid Pillow
was off to be a model. As far as I know the Kid never did
become a model.
My favorite EMC Whitsett story was one that occurred when 4-plant
was about to go critical after a lengthy shutdown period. EMC was the
PPWS and was making the rounds to make sure watchstanders had on
TLDs before the steaming watchbill took effect. The ER LL guy on watch that day was an M-Div'er named
Jennings. The best way to describe Jennings is to say that
he looked like a giant Umpa Lumpa (from that movie Willy
Wonka and the Chocolate Factory).
While we were getting ready to startup I overheard Jennings tell
someone that he forgot his TLD. This guy asked Jennings why he didn’t
sneak back up to berthing to get it and Jennings told him that he
couldn’t because his TLD was back at his house in Sacramento.
Jennings laid low hoping that he could get through the watch without
Then EMC came down and spotted Jennings hiding near the DFS.
"Hey where’s your TLD?" asked Whitsett.
"I forgot it," replied Jennings.
"Then go get it!" yelled Whitsett.
Jennings took off with a smirk on his face and ran up the stairs.
A few minutes later someone asked about Jennings and EMC said
that he sent him off to get his TLD. This person then informed
EMC that if that was the case then Jennings was on his way to
Sacramento (since that's where his TLD was).
Whitsett ran as fast as he could to call the
brow and tell them not to let Jennings off. But at that moment EMC
couldn’t remember Jenning’s name. He tried to describe Jennings
but couldn’t really do that because Jennings was so hard to
describe. Finally EMC just told the brow watch that Jennings looked
like "a giant Umpa Lumpa." At that instant Jennings was
crossing the brow in his civvies on his way to
Sacramento. The watch on the brow told EMC, "Hold on a minute
chief, here comes a guy that looks like an Umpa
Lumpa." Sure enough it was Jennings!
Also, do you guys remember when the XO suspended liberty until
4:00 p.m. each workday during the '87 SRA? I remember EMC
Whitsett authorized the "RE softball team," which had a
game every day about noon. (In other words a bunch of us
non-duty REs showed up on the brow in shorts and T-shirts after all our work was done and
told the watch we had a softball game.) We pulled this off until the
team grew to be about 50 players and someone realized that there was
no softball league at NAS Alameda.
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Thanks, Brian Heasley
Another RM From the '70s
ROSS H. WELCH MM1
#3 PLANT - RM DIVISION (HOME OF THE BEEF)
1974 - 1978
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