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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 quarterdeck?  I remember the chief checking IDs yelling at him about being a commie.  The drunken fool had no idea what was going on.


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....

Tim Dougherty 


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.

Mark Maier

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 kidding). I 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 ...

Severe Drunkenness

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 that drunk.



An A-Ganger!

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.

Bill Smith


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. 

Dale Keys 

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  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 Donkey Show!


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 was secured.    

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 Deaville 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 sunrise 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 it!   

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.


Politics 1988

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

Hey KP,

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.

-David Lambermont  


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 Functions.....

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 didnít 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



Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!

Hey Guys,

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.

KD Higgins


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)!



Shipyard Hell

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.

Brad Thompson
RC-22, 1993-7

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 didnít 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. Iíll 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 dependentís day cruise 5 years after becoming a civilian that I was horrified by the condition of rx berthing. When MMCM arrived in í86 he obviously saw the same thing and decided to do something about it. 

His biggest beef with us was always the condition of berthingóit was a pigsty! I canít 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 berthing. 

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 couldnít leave the ship in civilian clothes for a month. 

"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 warshipónot 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 guysóat 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 í86 Westpac. One day during the cruise Guidoís 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 couldnít 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 Guidoís 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 shipís 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 Guidoís 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.

Guidoís 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 shipís 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 couldnít 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 another year.

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 upówhich never happened.

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 didnít careówe 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 officerís lot.

Our lawlessness was short lived, though, since the base security force wasnít 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 didnít 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.

Dale Keys


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  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 over them. 



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 a space.

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




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). 

Joe Miskell

Do I remember you???? Joe, 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 these days:

"... 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 side...."

Great to hear from you Joe!


Another Worthy EE30 Electrician Arrives On the Scene


I'm Dave Halliwell, and I served on the Big E from 1986 to 1992, and was in EE30. My e-mail is

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 í88 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-Divís Mr. Anderson and he really didnít 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 shipís "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 CHUDís "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 them. 

I 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 

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Chief Ugaki

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

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.


'67 & '68 WESTPAC Photos

Lyn Small has collected his cruise photos and put them on his own website.  The URL is  

Check it out!  

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. 

Brian Sellung


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.

Todd Miller

Some e-mail address changes


I had to change my email address to Also, I was in RC-14 not RC-22. Years were 1985-1989. Thanks again for the site.

Randy Zerance


My home email address has been changed from to

Chris Burian  

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  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 DCPO.

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

Eric Daw 


More From Steamer


Here's a link to some Extreme Sports of the Nuclear type ... Feel free to share this with the Big E pukes ;)



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 meóI 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 oí 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.

Craig Norquist


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 í88 and í90 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

Michael Quitter


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 last week:

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.

Jim Whitsett
RE 1978-1980 and RE 1985-87

Those of you serving in 4 plant or RE Div during the late Ď80s 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. Iíd 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 in denial! 



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 there.

FIRST TOUR (AUG 78 Ė 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" Ė 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 didnít 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 naÔve, 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 NIís 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 BMís 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 REís and making us feel important as he went to the meeting once per week in 4 SWGR.

- 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 Portland hated my guts solely because I was a nuke.


- 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 sharp guy.

- 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 PAC. Last I saw him, early 90ís, he was selling NCOA insurance on Whidbey Island , WA .  In the mid to late nineties the NCOA lost all itís 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 under Enterprise 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 MAAs 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 donít recall his name.

- I ran into Roger Goodman in Hawaii a few years ago. He is doing great and was there to take samples of Pearl Harbor 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 didnít 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 appreciative.

- The Phantom Shitter was there during both my tours, so it was nothing original. It happened on the my submarine, too.

- If youíre out there, Mel Ugaki (yes thatís 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 Iíve ever been, thinking we were gonna die, roasted as lobsters.

- When some of us nub Chief selectees in Ď85 wanted to turn down Chief so we wouldnít be like the lifers giving the classes, then MMC Kevin (the round one) Burke assured us "itís OK, that stuff doesnít 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. Wasnít it?

- The time the 4 plant RMís spent a week troubleshooting the 4A CTG governor because it was hunting so bad, and it turned out we didnít 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 wasnít 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 Cleveland doing something related.  He needed to be promoted from First Class straight to Captain.

- 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 good man.

- 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. He won.

- I forget who, but the RE who popped positive coming out of Australia 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 isÖ" my mind automatically finishes it with Senior Chief Ebersole saying "Öa drill" on the shipís 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 mention ENTERPRISE , heads turn and chests swell. You nubies in the 90ís and later hopefully will carry that same pride someday. It is OK if you donít 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 peopleís 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 REís 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. Iím embarrassed I canít 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 REís 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 87 ORSEs

- Ship Sailor of the Year Runner Up (Willy)

- A bunch of other stuff that I canít 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 year.

Keep up the good work, Ram and guys. Youíll always be the highlight of my career.

Jim W.  


Another RM11 80's Nuke

This is John Johnson from RM11 83 to 88 saying hello, and this sure brings back memories.


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 space!

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 cool.

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...

Ken Mazur
EM22 93-94


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 hadnít 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 didnít sneak back up to berthing to get it and Jennings told him that he couldnít because his TLD was back at his house in Sacramento.  Jennings laid low hoping that he could get through the watch without being noticed.

Then EMC came down and spotted Jennings hiding near the DFS.

"Hey whereís 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 couldnít remember Jenningís name. He tried to describe Jennings but couldnít 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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