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Greg Havard Comes Aboard ...

I came across your list and saw I wasn't on there. My name is Greg Havard, I was on between '98-'02, and was in RC11, RC14, and RT. If you want to add me to your list, that would be cool.




Orders Left in The Cab ...

Chuck was the only nuke I ever knew who was able to get to Enterprise and not be able to go into RT for 2 or 3 weeks. We all showed up at Alameda, ready to go aboard to find that it was in San Diego. Alameda sent us to the San Francisco airport where we found the last plane had already left. We got a flight the next morning and got to San Diego to find that the ship was going to pull out in a very short time. We grabbed a couple of cabs and got over to North Island in time to run up the Officer's Brow and report aboard. As we got up to RT, Chuck discovered that he had left his orders and service jacket in the cab. They could not verify that he was a nuke, so they had him just hang around berthing and clean for the next couple of weeks while they tried to find the cab and get his orders back. Really nice work if you can get it.

Brian Engman MMC(ss) Ret. 2 Main (an original hammer mechanic) 74 - 77 2 RAR 80 - 82



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Say What? You ask. Yep. It's yours for free. Download it (including art work) here.

If you like it, let me know. If you don't like it, well ... what do you expect for nothing. Here is a link to my studio notes for the musically inclined (or curious). Hope you enjoy:)


Edward J. Kelly Comes Aboard ...

Name: Edward J. Kelly, IC1 Served: Sept. 1968 - Feb. 1971 Reactor Operator, #1 Plant


KP Note: Edward, you were an IC1 and a RX Operator? Did IC Men qualify RO in the early days?

Matt Talbott Gets New E-Mail Address




Download the latest Unofficial P-Mooj Newsletter here. Lots of cool stuff in there (like free posters and music).


From Herb Hentschel ... 

This came across to me from an Enterprise Association member


Concerning your question about IC men as R.O.’s:

Yep – they could qualify. We called them Rickover ET’s.

During the 60’s, we had BT’s and EN’s as M.O.’s

Herb Hentschel

RM1 in #1 plant

10/66 – 10/70

Founding member of O.S.A.

(Olongapo Steamers Association)

KP Note: Were the EN and BTs nukes (i.e., did they attend NPS?) 

Malibu Ken Has New Email Address ...

Hey KP!

Great work on the site. I finally got a free morning to read a few pages, and laughed at more than a few names and stories (The name LT Don Youel still makes me ashamed of myself… man we treated that man badly). When you have the time, can you update my email address? It’s You can also add me to the “Terrorist-Ass Kicking 2000s”, as I went back for round two from 2001-2002 as the RT Division Officer.

Thanks, keep up the great work, and see you on Crit Think!



More About 60s Ratings in the Plants

To see how diverse we were in the 60's we had ICs, EMs, ETs, MMs, ENs, BTs, ADJs, ADRs, and just about any other rating if the individual had the smart to make it. The above ratings were targeted recruiting.



Kurt Pena Changes his Email Address

Ram: I have a new email address. Please change my email address to You have me listed on your "No Nonsense 1980's" alumni page.

Thanks, Kurt


John Comes Aboard

Greetings, I was on the Big E a few years earlier than most of you guys. Believe me we did most of the same shit, play the same jokes and told almost the same no shit sea stories. Did any of you guys see just how much fire and smoke can come out of a switch gear when you parallel no 4 15 degrees out of phase? All I can say is a ball of fire chased the rpe around the entire bank of breakers.

John 67/71


KP Note: John, can you send us your last name?

'83 Cruise (The Man Who Jumped Off The Ship)

Got told about your site from another ENTERPRISE sailor so I decided to check it out. With regard to the 1982-1983 deployment, it also included an Indian Ocean jaunt.

1. On that cruise, we also spent time a good amount of time in the IO. Visited Mombassa, Kenya (yup tried the tusker beer there too) and Perth, Australia.

2. Had a guy jump overboard while transiting back out from Perth. He worked in the Admin Division and had a scrawny beard that he was told to shave off. He didn't and told his chief that he'd jump overboard if he was forced. The chief didn't take him seriously (bad mistake, not immediately recognizing a sign of potential suicide) and told him to" do it or else.... " Since he disappeared on a Friday night, the admin guys( the guys that keep the muster reports) "assumed" that he was still on board and mustered him as "present" until on Monday night they figured out that nobody had actually seen him since Friday. Then we went into round the clock "man overboard drill" musters. We had MAA's stationed at the chow lines and pictures of him posted all over the place. I think that the higher ups assumed that this guy had not really jumped and was hiding out somewhere in the numerous nooks and crannies of the ship. Well, about the 2nd day of the man overboard drills, people started to really get p...sed at the guy who was making all of us miserable. People started marking up the posters and pictures with derogatory comments like "a..hole" . Everybody wanted to catch this clown. Once, word spread that the MAAs found him and everybody got real excited but it turned out to be some poor guy who only looked like the jumper. By about Wednesday the command figured out that a) he must really be gone and b) he was probably the one who took the life raft that had been missing since Saturday (go figure that one) and stopped the man over board drills. Rumor had it that the P-3s found spotted the raft with the dried up corpse. Guess he was thinking of making it back to Australia - not a good plan as it was at least a thousand miles away by the time he probably jumped.

3. The 1982-1983 deployment was one of the few Carrier deployments that I've heard of where no pilots were lost. We did however, lose 3 non-aviators on that cruise including the jumper. The other two included a guy who fell from the island trying to take the Jolly Roger during a pre-Crossing the Line activity and a flight deck crew person who stepped in front of an S-3 engine. And yes, we did end up in the mud off of Alameda at the end of the cruise. George Takei (Sulu on Star Trek) was on board and made a joke to the press about having a drink called "Enterprise on the rocks".



AJ Starling Comes Aboard


I served in RC Division from 1996 to early 2000. I worked in 1 Plant RC11 and 3 Plant RC23. I found this site while reading Big E history on Wikipedia. So far I’m loving the sea stories. I saw Green made a post, though he didn’t serve on the Enterprise I was in A School and Power School in those same classes – it struck me funny. I don’t really miss the time I spent on the ship, but I definitely missed the great people I worked with. I work in the commercial nuclear power industry now – I won’t comment on that situation.

AJ Starling (formerly Art, Artie1manpartie, and some more colorful nicknames I’ve blocked out from my memory).


Kenneth Kahn Comes Aboard

Please Add

Kahn, Kenneth RC14 1987-1989



KP Note: Holy shit, Ken ... you're still in the navy AND a Master Chief? Hopefully you didn't learn your leadership skills from MMCM. I think I have almost all of you RC14 late 80s hooligans accounted for now (Except Spuds ...)

Mooj Weekly Standard ...

Those looking for the 'old' Mooj Weekly Standard newsletters can find them at the bottom of this page. I had deleted the links but the material was never removed. 

Also, You can download recent P-Mooj show at this link:


Veterans Day Virtual Toast!


It's almost veterans day again. Time for the old Big E gang to join in a virtual toast for those who served and those still serving.

For those who haven't yet participated a virtual toast with this group, let me give a little history : A group of 70's Big E nukes started getting re-acquainted back in 2003. About that time we learned of the passing of our good friend, the late (and definitely GREAT) Marc LeBeauf. We wanted to toast in his honor, but we were scattered all over the globe. Using our Navy nuke problem solving skills, we came up with the first "virtual toast". We picked a time convenient to everyone, and simultaneously tipped one to our late friend. In the ensuing years we've done a few more virtual toasts for special occasions.

Please join us this Sunday at 11AM (Pacific coast time) in a Veterans Day toast to your old Big E shipmates and those who either proceeded us or followed in our footsteps. Pat P.S. This invitation is open to all veterans and those who support their men and women in uniform.



Mark Rice Gets New Email

Please update my email address.

Mark Rice 1992-96 (was

Thank you and keep on keep on!!



Luis Bran Comes aboard ...


What's going on man, my name is Luis Bran (nub name B-RAN) from EM22. I was there from may 15, 2000 - April 15, 2002 when I swapped to the Reagan. I'd like to be added to the roster and also can you tell me, how do I post sea stories? Thanks again.

V/R B-ran


KP Note: To send stories, just email 'em in!

Looking for CDR Blakey


Anyone ever hear where CDR Blake “Patch” Blakley ended up? Engineer of the pig back in ’94 time frame (close..) He was my RMA on the Long Beach as well as serving with him on the pig. Great guy, offered some very good words of wisdom to me in some challenging times. If anyone knows where Patch is, please feel free to contact me.


Matt Parli


An Admiral Recommended this Site?

HI All.

This past summer 07 while at the fire reunion. Adm. Neel told me about this site. He was a Commander while I was on the ship. At any rate he must have read some of it to be able to tell me about it. 

John Lovell 67/71


KP Note: Wow, an admiral recommended the KP Site? John, did you want your email address posted? Email me again with it if you do. Anyway, Admiral Neel, please post a few of your stories. We'd love to hear them!!

Some Photos of NTC Orlando Before the Demo


It is Bill again. I saw a picture on your site submitted rather recently showing the location of the former McDonalds on the NTC Orlando site. I happen to have a nice collection of photos from the base when it was closed, but had not yet been demolished. I thought I would share them. I have to tell you I did not take the photos. I found them online. The web author seems to have taken down his website, or I would have asked his permission to send them to you. I doubt he would mind considering their nature. I also found a brochure put out by the entity that organized the environmental assessment and demolition of the base. The PDF has some pretty boring shots, but there are two photos worthy of mention. There are two nice aerial shots of Nuclear Power School before and after the demolition in 2001. I am not sure if I sent any of this to you before, but just in case I am sending it again in a zip file. If I have already sent them, please forgive the blunder. I am working nights and my mind is basically mush.

I do love your site.


KP Note: Thanks for the Photos, Bill. I will post some of them here (of places most of us nukes remember). Click on Photos to enlarge.

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Crabs ...

Hi Guys, During the early 70's we were in Reo,, I got a raging case of crabs, The doc told me to shave and use some cream. Then take my blanket and trade it it for a new one. I remember poking the offending blanket though a very small opening and a very big Marine taking it . He looked for holes and such and ask why I was turning it over to him.. I had to run for my life when I told him. 

John Lovell


Admiral Neel

From our Site Historian: 

Admiral William Neel, as a Commander 1968-71, he was Chief Engineer of the Navy's first nuclear powered Aircraft Carrier, USS ENTERPRISE. As a Captain 1972-76 he was the commissioning Skipper of the nuclear-powered USS South Carolina.




Please add this photo to my entry about going under the Golden Gate Bridge. Entry is Titled "70's Mast Photos..." on page 52. 

Thanks, Jules


KP Note: I will move it as soon as I can. For now I'll place it here for all to enjoy.

Remembering Carl Metz

Greetings again, I love your site. I wanted to tell you guys about my friend Carl Metz. He was a huge nuke em 2 . I stood many watches with him. He was load dispatcher and I was rover. Carl took it on himself to sign off most of my cal sheet one lonely Friday night. Sad to say he was killed the next day on a new 750 Honda. He left a very pregnant wife and many good friends. It was either late 69 or 70. At any rate he was a good guy. I took my test for switch gear the following Monday. With tears in my eyes went for the oral test. I passed and all of us were still in shock from loosing a dear friend. 

John Lovell


Shipmate in The News

From Jules:

Description: Chief of Naval Personnel, Vice Adm. John C. Harvey Jr., right, congratulates Navy Reserve Medical Corps Captain Matthew Gratton, after presenting a Bronze Star during Cleveland Navy Week opening ceremonies.

Cleveland, Ohio (Aug. 28, 2006) - Chief of Naval Personnel, Vice Adm. John C. Harvey Jr., right, congratulates Navy Reserve Medical Corps Captain Matthew Gratton, after presenting a Bronze Star during Cleveland Navy Week opening ceremonies. Gratton commanded the medical detachment serving with the 3rd Battalion 25th Marines in Al Anbar province of Iraq. Twenty-six such Navy weeks are planned in cities throughout the U.S., arranged by the Navy Office of Community Outreach (NAVCO). NAVCO is a unit tasked with enhancing the Navy's brand image in areas with limited exposure to the Navy. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Michael Sheehan (RELEASED)


More About Karl Metz

Been a while since I opined.

Welcome, John Lovell! I've got to dig out my cruise book to remember your face, but I remember your name.

Ram, please edit the obits and change Carl to Karl, he was a 6ft 5" 270 pound German and proud of it, one of my best friends. He was good friends with an officer, an Ensign or a JG, can't remember his name, they were out bar hopping on Karl's bike. Karl lost control and hit a pole, both were killed. We were getting ready to leave Newport News after refueling, so it must have been early 1971.

RE: Admiral Neel: Then-Commander Neel was on watch in Central when that rogue wave smacked us as discussed at Crit Think. I'm pretty sure it was his last scheduled watch on the Enterprise, with Commander Reason relieving him. Both these guys were great officers and held in the highest respect by all.

Dale Keys


Richard Crum Comes Aboard

Hello, My name is Richard Crum and I served aboard the Big E from 1965 to 1968. My tour was all spent in A-1 division. Our area of responsibility was the maintenance of the steam side of the catapults and also the jet blast deflectors. There wasn't many "engineers" who worked around the flight deck, and I feel fortunate to have been one of them. Please post my e-mail address if you would. 

Thanks, Richard Crum


Cure for The Crabs ...

KP, Recently read the entry about crabs and remembered a cure for the little bastards that ET2 Ortiz came up with in the mid-70's. This is supposed to work every time: 1) Shave off half of your pubic hair, either right or left side. 2) Set the other half of your pubes on fire 3) As the crabs flee the conflagration to the hair free side, stab them with an ice pick!

All for now, glad l could share this with you all. 

Steve "Willy" Wilson


Engraved Names ...

Hey Ram, I wanted to forward this e-mail, from another 3 planter, that came to me after he read your site. Hopefully he will get his email into you to add to the site and get on CritThink with us.



Hey Rick, my name is Jason. I just read your blurb from 2003 you left on the Enterprise nuke site. You asked a question being, "In the first picture on top of the limitorque motor for the MCWP suction valve is a stainless steel cover. Every cruise the members of EM-23 had their names engraved on that cover. Is it still there and has the tradition continued?" Well if no one has answered your question, (I haven't read any further yet), the answer is yes. At least it was still there when I left Jan. 2002. We kept the tradition going, but instead of on the limitorque cover we engraved our names on a brass liberty boat propeller which we hung on the bulkhead just behind everyone in the picture.



Joe Halsey Comes Aboard

dear kp been reading and keeping abreast for a few years now. mark best told me about the site. i would like to add my name finally and rekindle the rm14/rm23 wars. my e-mail is i am presently a firefighter/paramedic serving the city of mentor in n.e. ohio. spent 7 yrs at perry- enough said. i was onboard the big-e from 83-87. spent time in 4 plant, rt. void and div dcpo. my dopey book insights were authored under the pseudonym of " buster " . would love to hear from all of you that remember them good old days. till then hope you all have a safe and wonderful holiday season. thank you!


Big Brass Know about KP?


You may post this if you want but keep it anonymous ... I saw you mention that you were surprised that an admiral knew about and recommended your site. I won't mention any names but I have attended many briefings with two and three star admirals. When the doors are closed and jackets come off many things are talked about. Your website was mentioned on one such occasion. Just so you know many old salts (including this one still on active duty) read it often. I enjoy it very much. 


KP Note: Thanks! I mentioned this on The Critical Thinking Site a few weeks back and forgot to mention it here. I can look at KP site statistics to see where my hits come from when they are linked to my site. Lately I've been getting a lot of traffic from officer and submariner blogs. One blog was linking to stories on the KP Site and claiming they were examples of 'nuclear navy urban legends,' i.e., that such tales were 'fictitious' and made up and passed long from one generation to another. (One example I can think of off the top of my head was "Scram Switch Chicken.") Who knows. I know some things on here may be far-fetched but for the most part most of what we remember and write in about was real. We USS Enterprise nukes were in a league of our own and I guess you just had to be there.  

Mark Butler Comes Aboard 

Add me to the list!

Mark Butler EM-23/EM32 1978-1982 EM-31/EM23/DC&R/RT 1986-1992


Mark Retired


Urban Legends?


That is what is taught in Management 101 (or Propaganda 101), declaring undesirable activities that they are unable to stop as myths or something that rarely occurs. I don't know what acts specifically were deemed "nuclear navy urban legend", but anyone who spent as much time down in the plants as the average nuke has most likely witnessed a "Hey Dude, check this out" moment. The typical navy nuke (early 20's, above-average intelligence, not too pleased with working/living conditions) pretty much has the mental/emotional/intellectual profile to pull off some pretty imaginative shit.



Allen Smith Comes Aboard

Enterprise nuke, I , Allen c smith jr. Served aboard the ship from Nov 1968 to august 1972. I was a RL div MM2 petty officer thanks, allen



I like the Navy,
I like standing on the bridge wing at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds whipping in from the four quarters of the globe - the ship beneath me feeling like a living thing as her engines drive her through the sea.

I like the sounds of the Navy - the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe, the syncopated clangor of the ship's bell on the quarterdeck, the harsh squawk of the 1MC and the strong language and laughter of sailors at work.

I like Navy vessels - nervous darting destroyers, plodding fleet auxiliaries, sleek submarines and steady solid carriers.

I like the proud names of Navy ships: Midway, Lexington, Saratoga, Coral Sea - memorials of great battles won.

I like the lean angular names of Navy 'tin-cans" Barney, Dahlgren, Mullinix, McCloy, -mementos of heroes who went before us.

I like the tempo of a Navy band blaring through the topside speakers as we pull away from the oiler after refueling at sea.

I like liberty call and the spicy scent of a foreign port. I even like all hands working parties as my ship fills herself with the multitude of supplies both mundane and exotic which she needs to cut her ties to the land and carry out her mission anywhere on the globe where there is water to float her.

I like sailors, men from all parts of the land, farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England, from the cities, the mountains and the prairies, from all walks of life. I trust and depend on them as they trust and depend on me - for professional competence, for comradeship, for courage. In a word, they are"shipmates."

I like the surge of adventure in my heart when the word is passed "Now station the special sea and anchor detail - all hands to quarters for leaving port", and I like the infectious thrill of sighting home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting pierside.
The work is hard and dangerous, the going rough at times, the parting from loved ones painful, but the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the 'all for one and one for all' philosophy of the sea is ever present.

I like the serenity of the sea after a day of hard ship's work, as flying fish flit across the wave tops and sunset gives way to night.

I like the feel of the Navy in darkness - the masthead lights, the red and green navigation lights and stern light, the pulsating phosphorescence of  radar repeaters - they cut through the dusk and join with the mirror of stars overhead.

And I like drifting off to sleep lulled by the myriad noises large and small that tell me that my ship is alive and well, and that my shipmates on watch will keep me safe. I like quiet midwatches with the aroma of strong coffee - the lifeblood of the Navy - permeating everywhere.

And I like hectic watches when the exacting minuet of haze-gray shapes racing at flank speed keeps all hands on a razor edge of alertness.

I like the sudden electricity of "General quarters, general quarters, all
hands man your battle stations", followed by the hurried clamor of running feet on ladders and the resounding thump of watertight doors as the ship transforms herself in a few brief seconds from a peaceful workplace to a weapon of war - ready for anything.

And I like the sight of space-age equipment manned by youngsters clad in dungarees and sound-powered phones that their grandfathers would still recognize.

I like the traditions of the Navy and the men and women who made them. I like the proud names of Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John Paul Jones.

A sailor can find much in the Navy: comrades-in-arms, pride in self and country, mastery of the seaman's trade. An adolescent can find adulthood.
In years to come, when sailors are home from the sea, they will still remember with fondness and respect the ocean in all its moods -the impossible shimmering mirror calm and the storm-tossed green water surging over the bow. And then there will come again a faint whiff of stack gas, a faint echo of engine and rudder orders, a vision of the bright bunting of signal flags snapping at the yardarm, a refrain of hearty laughter in the wardroom and chief's quarters and messdecks. Gone ashore for good they will grow wistful about their Navy days, when the seas belonged to them and a new port of call was ever over the horizon.
Remembering this, they will stand taller and say,


(Shared by Steve Wilson 12/12/07)

KP Addendum: Source of this is 

Vice Admiral Harold M. Koenig USN (Ret), M.D.

The Porcelain God

Hi Guys, and ladies,,,, Almost 40 years ago I was assigned to the Big E, Not the Pig E, The ship was still somewhat new and did not have the problems of advanced age it seems to have now. I was a young boot during the Viet Nan era. The war was not popular and we were not treated very well by the civilians. I remember very well getting very drunk December 1967. I managed to get back to the ship, to a and e birthing. Take off my dress blues and feel it all coming up. I ran to the head to relieve myself, some asshole spun me around to see a commercial on TV, To make it short, I puked like a p 350 fire pump getting everyone in the TV lounge. They wanted to kill me but thought I was in enough misery and left me alone to call to the porcelain god oooooorokkke.I do remember this old salt coming in the head and tell me if i puked something up harried and black to swallow it, cuz it was most likely my asshole. 

Merry Christmas God bless all of you. 

John Lovell E division 67//71


Lon Prater Comes Aboard

The picture via Mark B (Best?) that is on 6/6/07 looks to me like the RMA who was there when I first checked into RM23 in 91. He had a habit of breathing through his nose very loudly like an angry bull... it would get louder the more pissed he would get at whatever you were telling him. He used to give LT Matt Himmich and MMC (now CDR?) Sonny Chick all kinds of hell. Can't remember his name, but he was RMA before LCDR Chan aka "Can" Swallow took over...

Anybody heard from "Snuffy" Smith, BJ Moore, Todd Hoover, Todd "It'th not jutht wrong, it'th evil!" Hagan or any of my long lost brood of sea pups: Rodney "Chro-nasty" Chronister, Kevin "Backwoods" McDermott, Chad Perry and Dale "I found my lost TLD three months later in the RC and so I turned it in and got 80 REM" Lester? Ken Engle who went to NRRO or The Mule aka LT Steve Muleski?

Some key moments that always stick in my head about time on Enterprison: the arsonist, spending 8 hours at a time air-fed double anti-C's for months and months after the whole 3 RAR incident (that never left the skin of the ship, honest injun! They usually wash the FAF down for several weeks in a row, don't they?) and of course the long, painful Battle Group IMA project to replace a certain important valve using only ship's force capabilities...

Lon Prater Supply LT now, but forever RM23/RM Tech (91-97)


The Grub and His Air Gun


Just read Ed's writing of Dec 11th, and it reminded me of one of the more colorful characters I served with in RM23.

Dave H, better known as "the Grub", was pretty much everything the brass disliked in a sailor. He knew he was going to do his 6 years and get out, he knew how screwed up the nuclear navy ran, and he pretty much wasn't afraid to let anyone know, whether they wanted to or not.

One day, I'm sure during an underway period, Dave decided that the nice piece of tubing he'd gotten his hands on would make a terrific blowgun. Now, any idiot can put their lips up to the end of a piece of tubing, and blow a dart out the opposite end.......but it took the Grub to realize that if a little bit of air blown into the end of the tubing was good, a whole LOT of air would be GREAT!! He rigged his tubing up with a ball valve and air fitting, so it could hook into any convenient air line, and designed some really nice darts. I don't remember if the darts were fashioned from nails, or possibly from the bent over metal fasteners they used to attach lagging onto the bulkheads, but I know they were quite effective!

To Dave's great delight, most of us found out about the blowgun as we stepped out of the control equipment room, and suddenly a dart thwocked into the lagging right ahead of us, at phenomenal velocity!! So far as I know no one ever got hit, but I could be wrong.

I wonder, sometimes, whatever happened to the Grub??

Mark L


A Resume from the brotherhood ...

Matt Talbott


Mike Barber Comes Aboard

Mike Barber EE-30 89 - 93

This is absolutely too cool! Thanks.

Take care, Mike Barber


KP Note: Always great to have another Load Toad aboard. Kind of adds class to this place with all these RM types showing up lately:)

Oops... These Two emails were found in my mailbox. Forgot to post them last week. Better late than ever...

Hal Kerkhoff Comes Aboard

EE-30, 1989-1995

Hal J. Kerkhoff, PE


Derek Jensen Comes Aboard

I was in EE30 1989 - 1994


KP Note: Sorry, guys. Didn't mean to forget about you. When I posted Mike Barber's email (above) I thought to myself didn't a few other load toads just show up? All three of you guys showed up just as I was on my way out; no doubt Brad Stephens (the RE RT guy) thought you unworthy to come down to RE and pawned you off into EE30:). Or maybe you took one look at Brad Stephens and figured you'd rather dwell in EE30. I can't remember who the E-Div guy was in RT during that '89 cruise. Was it you Shane? 

RT During '89 Cruise

KP, I think I had turned over my RT duties to Craig either right before or at the beginning of the 89 cruise. I know I had it during workups and remember the HUGE influx of nubs gearing up for refueling shortly before the cruise. I recall Brad trying to grab all the best guys, but we ended up splitting the talent as evenly as we could at that point. I see the ship is still sailing, so we must have done something right.

I got back to the shop after they all made it through RT. With so many new guys in the shop, it was hard to get to know them very well, but those of us that gave a sh*t about the work tried to impart our wisdom on them and get them ready, since they would be bringing the ship out of the yards.

Remember being "ordered" to go meet with the detailers? I told them I'd re-up for 3-4 years if they sent me to Orlando before the cruise. They wouldn't bite because I was still a 3rd class. (ahh the 999.99 multiples of 87-89)

Rob, EE-30, 1986-1990


Jon Ackerman Comes Aboard

ex-EM2(SW) Jon Ackerman EE-11, EE-20, EE-40 8 SWGR watchstander 9/98-1/03,


Jeremy Titus Comes Aboard Bearing Good News:

My name is Jeremy Titus, ET2, RC14, from 1994-July 26, 1996. e-mail I obtained my Bachelors of Science in Biology from the University of Georgia in 2000...thanks GI Bill. Worked at Quebecor World (a printing company) in Atlanta, GA from 2001-2002. I'm currently employed at Nine Mile Point Nuclear Station at Unit 2 in Oswego, NY (east end of Lake Ontario) in the Operations Department. Lots of money, 5 shift rotating shift work with a 6 day break every 5 weeks. It's like a built in vacation. They are hiring 20 operators in 2008 so if you know of anyone who wants to get a job in Central NY have them contact me. The money is ridiculous (6 figures easily) and the cost of living is cheap (I pay $700/month for a 2BR,1 1/2 BA townhouse, w/full basement, free water, garbage and snow removal). Your web site is great. I actually served with a couple of the guys on the 1990-200 list. Wish I'd have kept in touch with more of the guys. Like you, the Nuclear training/experience was probably the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I've attached a copy of my resume in case anyone would like to see the format I used.



The Whamco Incident


I read on Page 17 McNeil's account of the great "Whamco" incident at A1W in 1984. I was an instructor on the crew that did this, A1W crew B led by Lt Chapman, Chief Petty, and MM1 Tibbetts.

Whamco was a fictitious company created by a Pocatello radio station and they would make up commercials using it. "If you want to buy a car that is broke down and f-ed up see Whamco Motors today." "Having trouble getting those stains out of your clothes, use Whamco Detergent, made from the finest roofing tar available." Stuff like that.

So this electrician pickup and an ELT pickup friend of his, I remember these two but I think there may have been one or two more, took it upon themselves during one of our midshifts to put this huge "WHAMCO" banner up on the S5G cooling towers so everyone on the dayshift buses could see it plainly coming in.

Our crew got off mids and I was dozing on the bus ready to go home when this a-hole LDO, I can still see his ugly mustached face, shakes the hell out of me and yells "get up, get off the f-in bus now." I'm thinking what in the hell is going on? They put us all into the classroom at A1W. And then for the next several hours we each had to see either the CO, XO, or PPEA. I got to vist the XO, a little Napoleon looking guy named Keithly. So I sit down with Keithly and he asks me when I first knew about this Whamco incident. I said, and I'm usually one to be pretty laid back and respectful, "when that a-hole Mr. LDO dragged my sleeping f-in ass off the bus." And, to my surprise, the XO just says, "yeah, I know that sucks, we're just trying to find out who put the stuff up."

I didn't know anything about it. Later I learned who did do it. I believe they were all de-nuked. One, who was the leader, was dropped in rank and kicked out. The others received reductions in rates and were sent to sea.

I'm not going to say the names of the two I knew were a part of it. But I'm glad someone else remembers this incident. It was pretty funny but at that prototype there was not much allowance for this. NR lived there, it was a training command and all. It's too bad the guys got in so much trouble for it. The leader, in particular, I remember as being a really sharp guy, a great instructor. And one helluva a bowler as well, bowling several 300 games in the time he lived in Pocatello.

Dave Olsen


Jason Marsh Comes aboard

Hi, I would like to share my email address with anyone who may remember me and would like to say “Hi”.  My name is Jason Marsh and I served on the Big E from 98-02.  Mostly in M-Div as a nuke operator, a short stint in RT (the BNEQ pukes drove me to drink too much and I got kicked out), then back to M-Div.  First I was a HAMMER MECHANIC OF 2MMR before the hazing shake up (anyone in eng or rea depts at that time know what I am talking about) then off to 3MMR.  I worked with the first M-Div female nuke that I see is mentioned much on this web site and what was said before is true.  She was smart, hardworking, and very easy to look at.  HI SCHOE, miss you….. anyway just wanted to say hello to anyone who checks this out and remembers me.  I miss a lot of people (some more than others) and a lot of the good times.. Hey does anyone know where Wardo is?

Jason Marsh

Em23, RT, Em22




Just wanted to wish all my shipmates and their families a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Thanks again to all you who contribute to this site. Keeping it up and running is a labor of love and I still get excited seeing the emails and stories come in. Our thoughts and prayers go out to our shipmates who are 'on the line' around the globe. Stay safe!



Frederick Twogood Comes Aboard

1969-72, Reactor Division, first 4 Plant and then 3 Plant, Division Officer.

Frederick (Fred) Twogood


Ben J Deguscos(?) Comes Aboard

King Paul,

Thanks for putting together this site. I was an RO on the E from ’75 – ’80, in all four plants, occasionally even at the same time. We really used to have fun back then, there is even a little proof here and there. This may have been the crowning achievement (entire article is attached).

Ben J Deguscos

Click Here for File


Steve Jones Comes Aboard

Hello, stumbled onto your site by chance looking for stuff on the good ol' a1w prototype. I am a current em-22 mekanik. You can add me if you would like. only been on the ship for about 6 months now, caught the last 2/3's of the 07' deployment. dubai,dubai, and oh ya DUBAI! Anyways cool site, neat idea. I'll tell my friends about it. Write me if you would like the names of any current dept. heads or anything. again cool site!


Re: Frederick Twogood Comes Aboard

about time he showed up!

Mr. Twogood was 'regular people' ... for sure one of the gang ... as far as fraternization and 'steamin' with the likes of us lowlife enlisted pukes was allowed/tolerated at the time. some of us did indeed appreciate working with officers such as Mr. T. good to see you here, sir.

lad probably doesn't recall me ... but he is remembered.

~ streamer


Trip This...

Greetings, I am John Lovell. I was assigned to the power shop December 4th 67 and got out May 1st 71. I have written several postings and do love this site. You ask for a Rickover sea story so I will try to do my best wiping away some of the cob webs. My friend Dan was bent over taking reads when he heard a voice behind him. The voice said, "Sailor what would you do if I tripped these breakers." Dan never turned around and said, "I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with the bloody end." He heard a gasp behind him, when he did turn around and stand up there was Rickover and much brass with him. Rickover said,"I bet you could too". Dan was another large Em-2 from distribution gang. I remember the story spread like wild fire. 

John Lovell


KP Note: John, somewhere on this site someone mentioned this visit. I bet you could have heard a pin drop at that moment.

A Great Blue Angles Link

KP, Here's a link I got a while back from Big John Carlson. (Currently kicking back for the holidays in the P.I.) The link has been updated since I first got it. Some really fantastic pix from the 2007 Fleet Week in San Francisco. Check out the absolutely AWESOME new You Tube link at the bottom. A lot of my Big E memories fall in the "bad" column, but one of the memories that falls in the "good" column is the crew air shows. This link brings back some of the better memories.



Jesse Sweet Comes Aboard

Jesse Sweet, RC-2, 1975 to 1979,

Thanks for your work on this website. It is good to hear some of the old names that are fading so fast.


David "Grumpy" Anderson Comes Aboard

David "Grumpy" Anderson. 1983-1987. RC23

Work Email: Home Email:

I'm listing this for him (I'm his wife) because as usual he's too damn grumpy to walk over here and type.


KP Note: Now this guy sounds like a Real nuke!!!!

Skid Marks on the Tunnel Wall

greetings, As you can tell I am retired now and have time to do things like send in sea stories. I wanted to tell about Masson, He was a tall em out of power shop. Masson had his own demons but was a very private person. One night coming from Oakland through the tunnel he wrecked his almost new camaro. The reason I am telling this is he put tire tracks on the wall of the tunnel so high you could not stand on your toes and extend your arm to reach them. we took up a collection and bailed him out of jail in time to make the next west pac. I don't remember if he was restricted to the ship or not but he stayed to himself . 

John Lovell


Another P-Mooj Show Free Download

For those who need a dose of psychedelic blues, here's a free download of a show we did on 1/4/08 at Chasers:

As far as shows go, it wasn't one of our best; but then again it wasn't one of worst, either. 


Jim Smith Comes Aboard

Please add me to your list.

Name Jim Smith

Served on board 1991-1996




Late Night ...

Well it's almost 4 AM as I write this. I'm at work in the control room of the powerhouse of my employ. I'm bored silly ever since they put porn/gun/anything fun filters on our company computers. Sure reminds me of one of the many shutdown watches I stood in 4MMR. I can't believe it's been 25 years since my first Westpac. Sure is nice reading all the sea stories and bringing up memories too hazy to really remember. Please keep this site up for at least ten more years. I want my daughter to know a little bit about what we went through ! Take care and God Bless !

Joe Drees EM-14 82-86, Iraq 2006.



While in Subic M Division decided to hold a party at one of the clubs in Olongapo. It happened to be on my duty day, but good fortune was smiling down upon me as they wanted an E-5 volunteer for Shore Patrol at the party. As this would get me out of my first 4-8 watch, and some other poor sucker would have to stand it for me, I agreed. Being the forward thinker that I am, I brought civilian clothes with me to change into after the festivities. The way I figured, I was already out in town and my next watch wasn’t until 0400, so I could get back to the ship in plenty of time, plus get a couple of hours sleep before my watch. Life was good. So after doing the Shore Patrol gig, I hastily changed out of my dress whites and headed out on the town. It was a little inconvenient having to carry an extra set of clothes around with me, but I happened to run into Steve “Willy” Wilson as he was heading back to the ship. I explained my dilemma and asked if he would take my clothes and throw them on my rack. I sensed he was a little hesitant, telling me “get f*****”, and “carry your own f****** clothes”. But after much badgering, he reluctantly agreed.

I love when a plan comes together, I was hitting the bars and things were going pretty smooth for a duty day. That is, until about 2330, as I was heading to the main gate, to go to the ship, to get some sleep, to take the 0400 watch. It was then I realized I had left my ID card in the back pocket of my dress uniform, which was now sitting on my rack. I had to tell the Marine guards at the gate that I didn’t have my ID Card, which didn’t go over to well with them. I told them where it was, but they considered it “lost” and a serious breach of security. Needless to say, they wouldn’t let me go on my own recognizance so I could catch the last shuttle bus back to the ship. I had to wait until the Master-At-Arms from the ship would come get me, which may not be until morning. I was beginning to realize my plan was quickly falling apart.

But alas, good fortune smiled down upon me once again. Luckily for me, a couple of other sailors from the Big E had gotten extremely inebriated and in trouble with the Shore Patrol. These two guys were also going to be turned over to the ship’s MAAs, who would be coming in an hour or two to pick them up. So, being the opportunist that I am, I offered that I could get a ride with these guys instead of waiting until morning. Once back at the ship, I had to sit in the MAAs office until my LPO came and bailed me out. I finally got turned loose about 0300, just enough time to change, get some bug juice, and relieve the watch. Life was good.

Bill Burns M Div, 2 Plant, 76-80


More Skid Marks


"Skid Marks on the Tunnel Wall" reminded me of that EM who bought an IROC with his re-enlistment bonus, which he quickly rolled. Do you know who I'm talking about, Ram? I met him while on beach det in Alameda in the summer of '86, while waiting for the big E to return from WestPac. I'll be damned if I can remember his name.

I was wondering if Joe Drees works for the Feds, as I do. I have to deal with the filtering as well. In fact, one time this site got "filtered" when I tried to access it at work. The reason for the filtering was due to it being an "Alternate Religion" site. So Ram, the Government of the United States has officially declared the Mooj a religious leader.



KP Note: I recall the incident but cannot remember the guy's name ... was it McGinty? I can't remember. One of you out there does, I'm sure. As for The Mooj being declared a religious leader... good! It';s about time people realized the Mooj really knows what's best for America. Hopefully I can get one of you to make a Youtube video like Tom Cruise did for scientology this week!!! Also, for you dedicated Mooj Heads, my next two volumes of The Enlightenment are done but I still can't find a publisher. No one wants to publish the "Punjab Mark Twain," as I'm trying to pass myself off as. I might just stick them on the site so they don't wither on the vine. 

Maggie Hayes Comes Aboard

Maggie Hayes (Rittenhouse)

EEO4 99-05

PS I sent Todd Gugluizza's family an e-mail. I was one of his closest friends right up until he died. Thanks, and I love the site.


KP Note: Welcome aboard! Please send us some stories (few of our female shipmates ever do). Don't be ashamed of anything you might have done because we sure ain't!!! Also, Maggie, did you qualify Load Dispatcher?

Eric Duden is In The House!!!


I don't know any King Paul only Howling Dog RAM Tuli

Hey buddy you were wondering where old Duden was (better known in the dopey books as 8-ball)

I am married to a wonderful woman Sue we have 2 boys Caleb 5 and Gabe 7. We live in Milwaukee, WI

I am a civil/environmental engineer that is in tech sales, I am a regional manager basically traveling in the central US.

Let me know what you guys are up to.

I saw this website on a surf and laughed at all the old stories.

Hope you are all well

Later, Eric


KP Note: Duden! My old pal! I can still totally picture what you look like. I now have to morph that image ahead in time 25 years.

Welcome, Eric!

I have to welcome aboard Eric Duden!!! Eric and I stood way too many 6 and 6's together in 1 plant. Eric you made those back watches fun. One heck of a good RM!!

Glad to see that you went on to be a productive member of society!

Louie Wingo



Hey Ram

I saw the posting on the IROC and it wasn't McGinty, He had a Older red Plymouth that he sold and got a Jeep pickup.

I rebuilt the engine in the truck for him after he got it.

I did work on a guy's IROC in EE-30, I can't remember his name either, But it was a Black IROC.

Gary Finke EE-30 86-89 ( aka " Mr. Goodwrench " )


KP Note: It's going to drive me crazy trying to think of who it was that smashed up his new IROC. It was really quite the story (one we heard often... dude gets his re-enlistment bonus...buys awesome car ... smacks it up). Speaking of McGinty I was told by someone that he thinks Tim is still in the navy. If that is true he might be a master or senior chief by now (or an E6 with 5 service stripes like all them bosin's we saw in the 1st class lounge). If Tim is out there we'd love to hear from him again. I know Tim hated me (and had good cause). Tim was a good guy and didn't deserve half the shit we put him through. I can still remember how mad he'd get when strangers would go up to him and say, "Dude, anyone ever tell you you look just like Elvis?" Tim would look around for me and scream: "TULI!!" Tim was in my section at NPS (8502 EMB).   

Questions from a Site Reader


I'm a big fan of your stuff. I wasn't on the Enterprise but I was in the navy so I feel I can ethically read your KP site. I have two questions for you. 1) Are you the singer in your band? It doesn't state anywhere on the band websites who the singer is. 2) Why not sell your Mooj books online? People would pay to download them I'm sure (I certainly would). If you find a publisher they will make you change stuff to make it less politically incorrect. Thanks for all the hard work you put into all these things you do for us loyal fans that have no monetary reward.

Steve Grace


KP Note: Thanks, Steve. Yes I am the singer. I'm not sure why it isn't listed anywhere. I have a funny story about my singing. Many, many years ago I had a cousin who came out to S.Cal to stay with my family. He came to LA to "make it" and because we lived in LA we were a convenient place for him and his pal to 'crash' while trying to find a band. He was from back East and was the best rock n' roll singer in his state (a small state I should add). Success there meant he only needed to get discovered in LA and then he'd be rich and famous. He lasted at my house about four or five weeks before my mom asked him to 'move along.' We were pretty poor back then and my mom couldn't afford to feed two additional teenagers (or something along those lines). But in that time I learned how to play guitar (my cousin's friend was a guitar player) and how to act like a singer. I used to go with my cousin to all his auditions and he basically looked like Jim Morrison on stage. He was a great singer but way over the top. One thing I used to do after my cousin left town was imitate him for my sisters. They thought it was one of the funniest things I did. Even as adults they asked me to do it. So now --that I find myself a singer in a rock n' roll band-- I am up there imitating my cousin. (I haven't seen or heard from this cousin in over 20 yrs, though I did give his sister one of my CDs to give him... but never heard back from him). So when you listen to the free live show downloads I'm basically up there singing whatever comes into my head (since I don't memorize lyrics) and pretending to be my cousin. If you knew how hard I was laughing (inside) you'd know that I was up there having the time of my life and didn't give a shit how ridiculous I look. I love singing now. I've sung in about 45 shows now so I'm getting better (I think). As for your second question I'm pretty desperate to sell my Mooj Book. Then I'd never have to work again:) Maybe I'll just print out individual newsletters and sell them on eBay as collectors items:). Hey, now that's an idea! (The truth is I know I will die undiscovered like all those French Impressionist painters and then years later my music and writings will be studied and I'll be revered as a genius... or maybe not.)    

2-Plant Memories ...

I forget the name of our LPO in 2MMR during Bremerton yards 79-80, but he was a real no-load, entirely worthless. He didn’t know about the sleep area we had in the catwalk below the lube oil tanks over the reduction gears, and we caught him stealing money from our pay-as-you-drink coffee mess. He hated us so much (well, some of us) that that he kept a dink list notebook in a drawer in the desk we had in the engineroom, and installed a hasp and lock to keep us out. Whenever we were late, or didn’t perform as expected, he made an entry into this notebook, to be used against us later. But he underestimated our resolve. You cannot leave a nuke alone for 6 hours standing cold-iron watch with a challenge such as this, how to get into a locked drawer unnoticed. We decided on something so simple that it was brilliant (if I do say so myself). We filed off the bottom of the hasp pin. This rendered the lock irrelevant, just lift the pin and the drawer opens, gravity holds the pin in place when restored. So now were free to open and close the drawer at will, and of course, make our own entries into the notebook. We created a “file” on him and our Chief, and made positive entries for the rest of us. He thought we had a key to the lock, and changed it several times, even switching to a combination lock. But the cout-de-ta came when I noticed that he would use a tube of hand cleaner from this locked drawer at the end of the work day. The hand cleaner was white in color, with a consistency of paint. So yes, I emptied out the cleaner and re-filled the tube with paint. And I must say, it was one of those simple pleasures in life, to watch him rub on the hand cleaner, clear up to his elbows. It left a white taint for a couple of days. But guess what, he took the lock off the desk and threw away the dink notebook and decided to work with us instead of against us – mission accomplished.

KP – I have a few more of these stories from the 70s. I want to get them recorded for posterity before the brain cells that contain the memories dissipate.

Bill Burns M Div, 2 Plant, 76-80


KP Note: Awesome stories, Bill. These are my favorite kind of stories. The brilliant resolve of a tormented work center verses the flagrance of an asshole. The devious noble always won out. This is was set us Big E sailors apart from the others in the fleet. 

The Wood-Dog is in Town

Greg Woodruff was in town so Dove (Shane Wikfors) and I met up with him last night. As usual most of our talk was about old friends and adventures:)



Have a Pitcher ...On Me

Disclaimer – I heard this story from a friend of a friend, who knew somebody that was told about the experience. For literary ease, I will write the tale in the first person.

I was sitting on the deck leaning into my bottom rack looking over some magazines, when of my 2 plant buddies stopped by to show me something. He made a pipe out of brass fittings and polished it to a mirror finish, something he knew I would appreciate. But our mutual admiration of his handiwork was short lived, as we were rudely interrupted by a couple of wandering Master-At-Arms. My buddy quickly grabbed the pipe and in the commotion managed to discretely slide it across berthing. I don’t know where it ended up, and I never saw it again. Which was lucky for us, because without any evidence the charges got dismissed at XOs mast.

But the tale gets better my friends, much better. While at one of the local eating establishments in Olongapo, on Gordon Avenue I think, I recognized the MAA who tried to bust us. He was a pudgy kind of guy, someone I could easily outrun if need be. Like a lion stalking his prey, I considered my options, and quickly devised a retaliation plot. I called our waiter over and offered him 20 pesos to dump a pitcher of beer in the guys lap (1 dollar equaled about 7 pesos). My request created quite a stir among the waiters and waitresses, but I could not get any takers, so I upped the ante to 50 pesos. But even with this high bounty, there were still no takers. It was one of those moments in life, a light bulb flash went off - in order to have any sense of self-satisfaction, I must pull the trigger myself. I ordered a pitcher of beer and sized up the situation, pudgy was sitting at a table with another sailor and 2 girls. I walked down the isle to where they were sitting, and not saying a word, nonchalantly poured the entire pitcher of beer in his lap. Needless to say, I caught him off guard. But pudgy’s buddy (an unknown that I hadn’t considered) was quick to react, and was hot on my tail as I took off running. I had a good head start, and all was going well until I reached the front door - I had forgotten that it opened inward. After bouncing off, I was able to re-group, open the door, and take off down Gordon Avenue. This guy was now right behind me, so I ran into the middle of the road, still running full steam with jeepneys going by in both directions. After a block or so, I figured what the hell, let’s see what this guy has to say. So I stopped and turned around. But this was a bad move on my part, as he guy grabbed me around the neck with both hands and demanded some answers. I didn’t really care to remain in this uncomfortable position for to long, so I did a roundhouse to his solar plexus. He instantly doubled over, and was now in quite a vulnerable position, holding his stomach with both hands and looking up at me with these puppy eyes. Not wanting any more confrontation, I turned and high-tailed it to Big John Carlson’s place, to have a few San Miguel’s and tell the tale of my new adventure.

Reminder – please re-read disclaimer above.

These are the type of stories that are wasted on our civilian friends, as they are so incredible that only those who have shared our military experience can relate.

Bill Burns M Div, 2 Plant, 76-80


From a Nice Wife:

I just had to email ya again. That 'angry wife' was something else. I couldn't help but howl with laughter at that. What the hell is wrong with her? As a wife, I found this sight and mentioned it to Dave and he was too damn lazy to walk over here and get on the computer to type, so I did it for him. Before that, though, obviously I read through it and am still reading through it. I fucking love it. I know shit like this happens. I find it hilarious! That woman needs to really get a life and step into reality.

Bren - wife to David Anderson

PS - Yeah, he's still lazy as ever. lol He finally looked at the sight while at work and can't pull himself away from it now. He's working at a power plant in operations but will very soon move into the E and I Department. And - as a wife - I fucking love this sight. Makes me feel young (since I was in Kindergarten when Dave went into the Navy). :-)



KP, During my four years aboard the E, supplies were always scarce for us guys in the plants. We were charged with maintaining the plants and keeping them clean, but when you asked for tools and supplies, it was like pulling teeth. For some reason, things seemed to get worse in '77. Maybe that was Jimmy Carter getting back at the Navy. Who knows.

One of the hardest things to obtain for the plants were the rags we needed for our cleaning activities. Them :"This plant is a shithole." Us :" But we don't have rags to clean it with." Them : "Improvise." Us (Under our breath) : "182 and a wake up MF!" When we did occasionally get rags, they came in large bundles the size of hay bales. The rags were basically discarded, cut up, civilian clothes. Probably originated with Goodwill. When we did score a couple of bundles of rags, we would take them down to ERLL, unbundled them, and stuff them in the rag bin. Occasionally, someone would discover a pair of woman's silk panties. These were a real prize if we had been out at sea for a while, and MM's would squabble over them like hyenas on the Serengeti fighting over the carcass of a zebra.

M-Div supply was a small shop on the 2nd deck, just about as far forward as it was possible to go. The shop's designation was 625, affectionately known to us hammer mechanics as "six-and-a-quarter". 625 was okay for getting nuts, bolts, washers and other small hardware, but more valuable shit needed to be stolen or bartered for. (Navy expression at the time was "cumshaw")

Shortly before we would pull out to sea, the ship's Storekeepers would get busy bringing supplies onboard. They would usually place pallets of goodies on the aft hanger deck directly in the path between the afterbrow and the M-Div Coop. Guys coming back to the ship after 02:00 usually couldn't pass up pilfering some much needed supplies off the pallets. It soon became commonplace for RX and Engineering to make early morning raids on the pallets. It got to where the raiders were nicknamed "626 Hanger Deck Supply". As so often happens, we got greedy and soon Supply Dept couldn't help but notice all their shit on the aft hanger deck was disappearing. They eventually resorted to stationing a guard near the pallets during the dark hours. That slowed us down considerably.

One night, a couple of days before pulling out for carrier quals, Ed "PA" Kennecott and I came back to the ship around 0200. There were a number of new pallets of supplies on the aft hanger bay and not a guard in sight. Ed and I made a quick scrounging run at the supplies and then I went to bed. When I woke in the morning, I went by Ed's rack and he wasn't there. He wasn't at muster either. After muster, we all headed down to the engine room and found PA and the Cold Iron Watch busy stashing a shitload of booty. Seems PA had gotten a wild hair up his ass and spent the rest of the wee hours making trip after trip from hanger deck to ER. We all helped stash the usable loot, but in his greed, PA had stolen a bunch of stuff that seemed to be of absolutely no use to the ER. One thing that caught my eye was 5 one gallon cans of cherry wood stain. (Must have been for the ward room or captains quarters.) I sarcastically asked PA exactly WTF the engine room was going to do with 5 gallons of cherry wood stain. PA just gave me a condescending look and then slowly said, "YOU…JUST…NEVER…KNOW." Nobody could argue with that logic, so we helped stow the cans in the bilge behind the main reduction gears. (Could still be there for all I know.)



Tom Beardsley Comes Aboard

"KP Site" great site man you have brought back a lot of great memories. The names are coming back after 20 + years. You guys are great, I don't believe A man can have any closer kinship than with those he served with. Keep going, I just need to get my ole cruise books out again.

Tom Beardsley RC22 and RT 1984-87


More Nice Words

Kp, I second the notion from Steve. I know I'm not alone in feeling grateful for all you do to keep this site up and running. I visit this site every day to see who has arrived and read the latest stuff. I also a huge fan of your music. I saw this PBS Nova show about this guy who is an astronomer PHD who also plays in a band. I said big friggen Deal! I emailed PBS and told them I know a guy who is a nuclear engineer, rock star and famous guru! Let me know if they contact you. 



KP Note: Thanks, Gary. I'll let you know if they make contact. 

Zinc About It

PP’s story about obtaining supplies brought back another Big E memory. Our Chief sent two of us to the supply room to bring back some zinc plates (for you ETs, we use zinc as a sacrificial metal to inhibit seawater corrosion). I told the supply personnel what we were there for, and after a couple of minutes 2 guys brought out this huge zinc plate, must have been 3 foot x 4 foot and about an inch thick. It weighed a ton, and took the two of us about an hour to get it down to the engineroom. It was heavy and awkward, we could only walk a little bit down the passageway and then had to set it down. And of course we were an aft plant, making it all that much further from the forward supply room. Going down a ladder we could only move the thing one step at a time, all the way down to the engineroom.

I thought we had accomplished our mission, but of course no good deed goes unpunished. My Chief took one look and said “what the f*** is that?”. I said "it’s the zinc you sent us for". He said “no, what we need are 8 inch square plates with a hole drilled in the middle. Now take this thing back.” Oh hell I thought, another day in the life of a sailor. So back up the ladder we went, one step at a time, carrying this monstrosity all the way back to the supply room.

Once again I erroneously thought we had accomplished our mission. I explained our dilemma to the supply room Chief, but he just looked me in the eye and said, “sorry fellas, we don't take returns”. He was dead serious and there was no arguing, the supply room was not going to take it back. Now what to do? We were tired of lugging this thing around, and I damn sure couldn’t show up in the engineroom with it, my Chief would have my ass. Think, Bill, think - how can we make this thing disappear? I know, carry it to the fantail and toss it over the side. I thought it was brilliant, and simple solutions are always the best.

Yes, it sank like a rock, quickly disappearing from sight. Now everybody was happy. As far as my Chief was concerned, the thing was out of the engineroom (I hold him the supply room didn't have the 8 inch plates and we needed to re-order. Never lie to your Chief). As far as the supply Chief was concerned, the thing was gone from the supply room. And if both Chiefs were happy, so was I.

Bill Burns M Div, 2 Plant, 76-80


Dry Dock '65

I have fond memories of many man hours working on the Enterprise refueling at Newport News Shipbuilding and Dry dock Co. in was with great pride that I saw this major effort completed... at that time, I was recently out of the Navy as a missile tech and was an electrical inspector in the NNS&DD atomic power division. My mentor was Mike Turner...ex Chief EM and WW2 POW from the submarine Perch...he was great and we even got to see Admiral Rickover at that time who conducted his own tour of the ship.

Kenneth Wilson


Coffee Cup ....

KP, Recent stories of revenge have jogged the old memory banks, and l remember one such quickie story. Down in 4MMR one day on the 8-12 watch, several of us watchstanders were near the deepsink by #3 SSTG getting coffee. Our dickhead LPO at the time was MM1 M. C-----n, and fortuneately, he wasn't on watch. Myself and another watchstander had just helped ourselves to some of that wonderful coffee we used to get in the shiny tin can. Along comes the feed pumper, a burly lad from SoCal, D. B--d, who grabs the LPO's coffee cup, and goes behind #3 SSTG with it. My curiousity made me pose a question to DB as to what he was doing, as it was becoming obvious by his stance the he was using the cup to piss in. He replied: "Nothing", as he calmly dumped the contents of the cup down the sink, rinsed the sink out appropriately, re-hung the coffe cup to it's appointed place, and walked away expressionless. l looked at my fellow watchstander and smiled and said "Now why didn't l think of that?" From that point on, my cup was locked up in my locker! lf you're out there DB, that was one good payback!

Steve "Willy" Wilson PS-Way to go on "float testing" that big chunk of zinc, Billy Burns!



Greetings again, I was thinking of a good sea story to tell, then it came to me. During my time on the ship it was all vacuum tubes and huge relays to make things work. I was assigned the anchor windless for sea and anchor detail. The controller was a huge walk-in panel. It was my duty to do PM on this monster. We got a new ship's boson. A WO-2 If I remember right. He was a real go getter and somewhat a pain. I was doing my routine PM on this monster and stepped out of the controller, Guess who stepped in and out of my sight. When I turned the pump motor on he was in the controller, I really did not know. To say the least we were not on good turns and the tended to leave most em's alone after that. 

John Lovell


Where Are my 90s Guys?

Zakk, the Soul Pole was invented by none other than the legendary Adam Burden during the great 1996 Med Cruise... Adam was a roomie of mine along with Mike Mendez and Jerry Simons (God rest his soul, shot by a hitchhiker in TN on leave in 98) and a chowdale I barely remember. I laughed at the very mention of the Soul Pole... Stories about that house another time.

Brian Alexander can verify that... can'tcha? Alex was my favorite nub of all time - geez it's good to see some of you <<fine gentlemen - I'm still trying to stop saying the F word in public>> coming aboard. Who was it that we dragged out of his rack in the Ghetto and scrubbed his feet with pine oil? Do you remember his name?

Effing Nowak is here too? It's like a run on 90s guys!

Concerning EN and BT steamsiders - we had one conventional MM in 3Main, the legendary Tim Miller. Oddly enough, Chief Wyatt Wilson was also a non-Nuc, and the chief of 3Main. God how he hated me.

We had a jumper during the JTFX 98 - cat was being marched up to mast and marched his ass right off the aft starboard elevator in full dress whites. Damn idiot was pretty embarrassed when they hauled him out of the drink and sent him right back to see the Old Man with an added charge or two for risking the lives of those poor SAR swimmer bastards that had to jump out of the Angel to save his arse.

Those old shots of the NNPTC brought back some memories - I ate a McChicken and large fries at that McDonalds the day after having my wisdom teeth forcibly removed. They did that to all sub volunteers whether you needed it or not. Tore every stitch in my head and got a bottle of Vicodin for my trouble. Made those quarterdeck log watches at NPC go a lot faster.

Urban Legends? Hah. I go on record stating here and now that every story I've written here is as absolutely true as the day it happened. Not even an embellishment. Usually on the Pig, you couldn't make stuff up that was better than reality. And I'll leave it at that.

Prater too? Good God. And Titus... And Marsh the nub. Was it your feet we scrubbed? Nothing personal. Damn I wish I could remember - I can see his face like it was yesterday.

Anyone remember whether it was Miss April or Miss August 1976 taped to the center rod of 1A? Someone made sure to save her and reattach her after the overhaul, so she bears mentioning.

That tradition of MMs procuring supplies off the Hangar Bay survived well into the 90s, especially with khaki trying to stop the Toxic Twins from our taping escapades by securing every tape supply they could. We just started stealing everything we could - cases of staplers, clipboards, tape, tape dispensers, milspec grease, etc. That spread to grabbing stuff during unrep duty and stashing it - remember the MDiv coop was above the galley holds, so lots of stuff that was going down that ladder by human chain would get tossed into the MDiv door and shared around the lounge...

Another mention of spades games. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a spades game in the coop right now. That poker game nobody seems to remember in the after reactor lounge - that guy's first name was Frank and he was the worst shitbag ever. Maybe someone will remember him now.

Did Nick Haney the ELT get lost? Where are all the faces I remember? Surely some 90s guys are reading this and not chipping in - hell, tell some stories on me, Lord knows there are a few of them. You guys there now, who got the key to the porn locker? Is it still two rows to the left of the door, middle one on tbe bottom? Or the Cletus coveralls? Anyone heard from Ronnie Jarrett lately? Or Mackey? Reekie? Anyone remember Dan Fortenberry? Rickey Jackson the coop manager?

Damn, it's like I imagined the whole thing. 



More From Ken Wilson

Thank you for posting my contribution. By the way, I worked the 2nd shift (4 to midnight) and one morning after many months of work they turned the Enterprise around and when I went up the gangway my normal office was a tool locker immediately to my left....well, you can imagine my surprise when I found my "office" was all the way across the hangar deck and not where I last saw was very disconcerting!


Nathan McKenty Comes Aboard

Nathan McKenty

RC14 2004-2006


90’S Guy Here – But Who’s Calling?

I was on in the nineties, from 96 to 00. I remember the nutjob jumping into the drink in his whites on the way to Captain’s Mast. I wonder how much more trouble he got in for being stupid. I don’t remember ELT Nick Haney either, but worked with Sean Haley for a while here in NJ (Salem Nuclear) and I think he’s working at a plant in Nebraska (Calhoun?) now.

I also remember being on the flight deck catwalk one night listening to a football game on the radio when a bunch of Army Rangers we were transporting to Florida started jumping off the deck and swimming for the shore (a short 5-mile swim in the dark with boots and gear). Being a nuke didn’t seem so bad anymore.

I also remember one ELT (who shall remain nameless) getting busted smoking a joint in the RAM Storage Locker during a fire drill which had the fire in – you guessed it – the RAM Storage Locker. What an idiot. He made matters worse for himself by going UA prior to his mast/court martial (but that’s a story for another time).

Any my personal favorite was standing Control Equipment one night when a senior ET came down and talked to me for a few minutes before opening one of the empty equipment cabinets, pulling out a bottle of Absolut, taking several swigs, and heading off to bed. My dad had a drinking problem that was bad. This guy scared me, despite his calm demeanor.

Life was definitely stranger than fiction on the Pig. Does anyone still have their Mobile Chernobyl patch? I’ve lost mine in my many moves.

AJ Starling

ET – RC11 and RC23 1996-2000


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