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Letters, Random Memories
and Assorted Sea Stories (Cont.)
A Current Nuke on the Big E:
I am currently on board Enterprise. I recognize some of the names & wanna get mine on there.
EM11, EM07 1998-2003
|Spread the word about this site
among your Rx and Eng brethren. Hopefully, we
can get some modern era sea stories.
So MMC Bush went on to harass people as an insurance salesman?
That seems appropriate I guess. I
remember when he had his stroke during the '88 cruise. I'll never
forget how people started cheering in rx berthing after the captain
came on the 1MC to share the sad news. It was almost as if no
one liked the guy or something. The next day a certain MaxDB (the
most popular Saturday afternoon DJ on KENT-TV) dedicated Billy Squire's The Stroke
to Chief Bush. All of rx berthing laughed their asses
off. A few weeks later we pulled into Subic and saw Bush
sitting on the balcony of The Shark's Cove sipping a San Miguel and
smoking a pack of cigarettes. I guess he recovered from his stroke by then.
He never returned to the Big E again as far as I know.
A few months ago I took my kids to the aquarium. They had
some sea snakes in there and I totally freaked out. I immediately
had a Karachi, Pakistan flashback. Do you guys remember
those friggen sea snakes in Karachi? Those things were all
over the place and they floated around in huge bunches. I
remember sitting in one of those rickity-ass liberty boats and
praying that it didn't sink (it was nearly under water the whole 2hr
ride into shore). Remember how the old guys that drove those
liberty boats were wasted on hashish and steered with their feet?
The Outraged Midshipman
I saw some news footage of the TR coming home last week and
noticed lots of ladies in the crew. I guess the Big E
also has its fair share of women these days, too. I wonder if they
allow women nukes now? Back when I was in NPS there was only
one gal in all of Rickover's elite nuclear navy and she was that
health physics gal that gave everyone their initial radcon
survey. I can't remember much about her other than she was a
1st class ET and rude.
Back in my time women only appeared on
the ship (while underway) when they were attached to a reserve wing
of some squadron that was qualifying (we were usually off the coast of
San Diego for workups at the time). These women were ugly, vulgar and
usually nothing but trouble. The line outside the XO's
stateroom door was usually a mile long when these gals were on board
because of all the idiots that got caught messing around with
them. I was always pissed off because these airdale chicks took
up valuable mess deck space since they loved to sit and gab for
During the '89 cruise we had two
midshipmen assigned to our division for a week during their summer midshipmen
cruise. One was a male freshman (he wore dungarees) and the other
female senior (she wore khakis). The senior basically followed our DO around
while the freshman did blue shirt stuff.
The midshipwoman was
a total bitch and made it clear to us that we were nothing but lowly enlisted
scum in her eyes. Toward the end of her assignment with us our DO
asked me to take her down to the FWD IC shack and show her the
gyroscopes. (He would have done it himself except he had to go
on watch.) I hadn't been down there in a while so I was
surprised to find that the space was highly decorated with Hustler
honeys, Penthouse pets and Playboy centerfolds.
Needless to say the midshipwoman was outraged by the graphic nudity
and caused quite a stir. Head's rolled because of it and all
the nasty posters were torn down by order of the ENG.
pin ups were all over the ship back in those days; no doubt that in today's PC
navy they're banished.
Speaking of nude pin ups, do you
guys remember all the nude photos that used to be on the inside of the
scram switch covers? Every ORSE they would mysteriously disappear
(along with those scram "chicken marks").
A New Photo Page!
Word up homies ..... I finally have a way to organize your personal
photo albums (by era). Nothing fancy, just a page that links
to the different photo sites. Please send your links in and
I'll add them to the photo page.
A Pulitzer Prize Winning Photo Essay?
These two photos tell a story like no other. They were
taken during the Toulon, France visit in 1986. In picture 1, our
generous friends "Dicko" (RE03) and
"Guido" (RM22) give money to a poor French peasant.
Then a few seconds later (in picture 2) drunk RM14 guys puke
their brains out while the beggar contemplates the goodness of
America. These two photos pretty much sum up the
whole navy experience, don't you think?
Deputy Dawg Remembered by a Fellow M-Div'r
... [The Umpa Lumpa Man] was
something else. In Nuke school we called him Deputy Dawg because he looked like that old cartoon character. There was a guy he
used to hang out with that was real tall and Jumbo XXL. I can't remember his
name. Didn't they get in a motorcycle accident in Florida? The Dawg was
the passenger on the back when they broadsided a car. Both were
really badly injured. I think the driver was busted because of his high level
of intoxication (alcohol being the most legal substance in his blood).
The Dawg was a real character. He was a walking pharmacy.
I used to remember him always talking about, "....'shroooooooooooooooms
maaaaaaaaaaaaan....." He popped a few piss tests but didn't get done for most
of them. I think he used the motorcycle crash as his defense to self
medicate with many prescription meds....
Those RM22 Guys Sure Were Funny!
I read the story about the RM22 guys pretending to sodomize each
other when a new PPWO was making his rounds (on page 1). The
sad thing is I don't think those guys were pretending! Those
guys were always doing stuff like that. Once I remember someone
shit in a plastic bag and then HP-taped it shut. They then
started playing football with it. MM1 Harvey was the PPWS at
the time and came across the flats to see what was going on. One of
the guys tossed him the bag and yelled, "Catch!" He
did. He then got this real confused look on his face and
started to squeeze the bag. I doubt he ever figured out what
was in it.
Welcome to a 90's Era RM
I was just checking out your website. It was sent to me by a fellow Enterprise alumni. My name is Dino Murabito, I was in RM-11
from 1992-1996. My e-mail address is email@example.com. please add me to the list.
Another Modern Era Big E Snipe:
Hey funny webpage, it had me laughing my ass off...
(Evilprize, Jul 1998 - Dec 2002)
I happen to be nuke-waste (class 9803, NNPS Orlando - speaking of which,
anyone remember the Cheeeeseburger lady?) After being treated like crap
there (with exception of TPD), I was eventually sent to the Enterprise.
I arrived, only to be sent mess cranking during the workups and remember the
JP-5 flavored bugjuice? After that I ended up working in M-div as an FN NUB.
Just wondering if anyone remembered the "Adam's Family" of EM33 (Oil & Water
lab.) I dunno if those guys up in supply and DC liked us much when they got
an unexpected shower from us flooding a tank when we were late getting down
the ladder to #2 pump room (I wonder if Nick H-'s Italian magazines are
still in 9AC.) Also, it's amazing that the ship stayed healthy - since I
was the FN-nub/3rd class responsible for chlorination at the time (they now
have an ion exchange machine that does the job.) Also, speaking of health
stuff - I'm surprised at the crap that was in some water tanks during the
shipyard period after that cruise - and we were drinking that stuff! :p
(Makes you wonder what they were thinking when they located potable water
under the bilge?)
Heh... Anyhow, after '00 I ended up working at something different, since I
got sent TAD to Maintenance. I'm the guy waiting on OMMS-NG (The slowest
piece of crap networked computer program ever invented) in order to pull up
information for your APL's. So, I betting the current RPPO's out there know
who I am.
Paul Jay Schrenker
Scram Switch Chicken
After my pal D.H. left the Big E and went to NPTU, Balston Spa,
he shared many a Big E tale with his fellow staffers, most of whom were from
submarines. Those tuber guys couldn't believe the stuff we
did, especially scram
switch chicken. I remember once some asshole put a fake mark
on the switch that was way beyond where the scram breakers actually tripped
and so an RO scrammed the plant trying to surpass the
One tale the tubers
at NPTU refused to believe was the
"Rx Phil" Skinner story. I'm not sure why it hasn't
been posted on this site (maybe it's better that it's not). I was on watch the night
it happened. I seem to remember them trying to find the SRE to
secure the fill pumps. The SRE was none other than
Goldylocks, who was probably off on a diesel tour of the FWD mess
decks. Rx Phil was disqualified and earned a special place in
the annals of Rx Dept: he was thereafter known as the 2nd worst
offender of the BFPL curve in Big E history. (The worst
offender was some guy from the the '60s that is credited with
why they installed timers on the PZR heaters.)
Memories From the Late 80's, Early 90s:
Found your site a while back, but just had time to read some of the stories
and I thought I might chime in with some of my own memories. I graced the
Big-E's deckplates from 88-94 so I got both of the underway and dry-dock
experiences all in one enlistment. Most of my at sea time was in RM-22 so
most of my stories are from there.
I remember the mad shitter. What I remember was not from berthing and
showers, but finding shit that had been shut up in an escape trunk for
x-amount of days before being discovered. Oh, the pungent aroma which wafted
from the hatch when opened!
Remember being in RT and hearing nubs telling other nubs what PI was
I remember occupying our time at GQ at Rep 5, scuffing the floor and wiping
boogers on the brightwork of the passageway the marines were responsible to
Speaking of marines, I remember having so many nukes on the aft bomb
transfer area during a PPE, that the jarheads couldn't see their watch in
the cage (which was a security alert, I guess) Anyway, the dumbass jarheads
come charging out, locked and loaded, screaming for us to hit the deck. It
got really silent, but everyone just stood there. The marine screamed again,
using a great deal of profanity for emphasis. It was still very quiet except
someone in the back yelled, "Fuck You, jarhead" and everyone busted up
laughing. The marines left, but after that, we all had to muster in the
Remember lifed-out airdales coming into berthing trying to recruit people
for FOD walkdowns only to be met by uproarious laughter?
Just how many different meals CAN you make out of sliders?
I cant remember who it was, but one RM22 FC watch kept getting told by MMC
Martinez to roll his dungaree pantlegs down. After a few times of this the
chief remarked something like, "roll them down or take them off" (can you see
this coming?). Yes, the next time the chief came by the FCO was standing
there in his boots, socks, belt and TLD with nothing else.
If any current 2-planters read this, is there still a corroded spot on
the CTG flats by where all the RM's used to hang out? That was Dave Sanger's
goal: to eat thru the floor before he got out. Every day he would pour
seawater on that spot and then wirebrush the rust off. It was a quite
noticeable pit when I left. He also painted "FTN" on the flats in a different brush stroke right before ORSE but I don't think anyone saw it.
Remember "buttcrust" MM1(C) Harper? He would sneak down the escape trunk to
catch people writing in the dopey book. Whenever he left his coffee cup
unattended, it usually got the business end of a penis, or a freshly plucked
"Chunk" Wiggins would always sleep naked with his rack curtains open (this
was quite common for a lot of people). One day a guy named Pat Howard wrote,
"Fuck me and leave a quarter" on his big fat ass in Prussian Blue. When he
woke up, he was blue everywhere. If anyone remembers, that stuff had to WEAR
Remember fucking with nubs? Telling them it was their turn to be the "sea
bitch." Having them do the "he man test." Putting their thumbs in a vise and
when it was tight as they could stand, pull down their pants and leave them
there. Maybe have some fun with a grease gun. Also, (in 2plant) doing
"PM" on the quick hose connect on that freshwater makeup tank on the CTG flats (I can't remember the name). When they would push in the disc, they would get
I remember someone from RC22 (Neesh, I think) who would look for people
asleep in the lounge and put his dick on them usually for a photo op. Never
sleep with your mouth open.
I would have to say the yards sucked worse. Having to wear that cheap fuckin
hard hat and safety glasses everywhere. Rotating shiftwork. Newport News is
a Fucking ghetto!!!. Having to park in that shit and walk a hundred miles to
the ship. Eating on the Ho-Chi-Min trail right outside the gate. Catching
yardbirds sleeping everywhere in the plant and not being able to smoke in
the plant because THEY kept throwing butts everywhere. Who could forget the
shipyard induced 10mil dollar dry radioactive spill in 3RARLL,which
required the watchstanders to wear anti-c's for months.
Well better go for now. Anyone from that era who has anything to add or
correct, jump in.
(former) MM1Todd Miller
|Great Memories! After
reading your story I was reminded of several funny memories. Mentioning
Neish placing his
"wanger" on people while they slept for photo opportunities
reminds me of the time Goldylocks Fuller fell asleep in
berthing with his head cocked backwards and his mouth wide
open. As I walked by several people were standing
around trying to coax each other into sticking their dick in
his mouth so someone could take a picture. I figured
"what the hell" and did it. The photo was
taken (without showing my face of course) and quickly developed,
copied and then plastered all over rx berthing. I was
horrified when I saw the photo because my stenciled last
name was clearly visible on my dungaree shirt. Ooops.
I also remember totally fucking with
nubs. We were so heartless sometimes. One poor
pathetic slob reported aboard and was given a vacant rack in our berthing section.
quickly had this poor guy convinced that he talked in his sleep.
When he asked us what he said we told him that he was always
moaning and groaning things like, "Hurt me! Ohhh f--k me
long and hard big boy.
Make me squeal like a pig ..." The poor guy was
horrified and did everything he could to stay awake.
Messing with Nubs Part II and Some Random
Thoughts about KENT-TV:
Once during the '89 SRA I overheard some newly arrived nubs talking in
the lounge about how boring life at sea was likely to be. They
had no idea what one did all day so I butted in and said that it was
actually pretty cool being at sea since you could kick back all day and watch
TV. These guys didn't think much of that until I added that
while underway KENT-TV showed mostly porn. These guys
thought that was pretty cool. Then I added that
most guys really got into the porn so it wasn't uncommon to see guys
whacking off right there in the lounge. These guys found that
hard to believe so they asked my pal Dicko (who was sitting in the
lounge next to me) if that was true. Dicko said, "Sure,
everybody does it .... haven't you guys ever been to sea?" Those poor
bastards were dumbfounded and thought we
were serious. They were probably pretty upset when they
finally did get underway and didn't see porn on KENT-TV.
a related subject, do you guys remember when those Bible-thumpers complained to the chaplain about all the nudity on KENT-TV so
the chaplain got the capt'n to agree to allow only Rated-G movies on
KENT? After a week of Cinderella, Snow
White, and crap like that the crew began to revolt and the
skipper allowed R-rated flicks to be shown once again.
how you always knew when a "tit-flick" was on TV because
the lounge was so packed that you couldn't even walk through it?
Sometimes guys would park their ass in a good seat hours ahead of
time. I remember guys getting up at the crack of dawn to grab
the morning Shuttle to check the TV listings and plan their
day accordingly. Once they called away a PPE during Summer
Lovers and got zero participation until all the chiefs came back
into berthing and secured the TV. It was a tough break for the
guys that had saved good seats.
Please don't include my name just yet but you can post this (without my email address) if you want.
What a great web site! I've been laughing my ass off for hours. I'm currently serving aboard the ENTERPRISE. I was on the 2001cruise as a watch supervisor. You've got some great sea stories on your hands. You have now attracted the attention of the current
Rx Dept. chain of command. I recently spotted the Rx Dept. Master Chief surfing your site and saying, "boy, I hope this web site
doesn't get out." But, it already has because I heard of it while I was watch supervisor in a plant. GREAT JOB! To this day, you are
rattling the chain of command. Things have changed a lot since you 80's boy's. For one, we have chicks standing watch. Yes,
there is a Rx dept female berthing. Crazy huh? No more hazing. Not even taping! It'll get you in front of the green table before you
can say "I'm sorry, I was just joshin'."
Loved the dopey book entries. The dopey book lives on. Although the last one I was in was busted by NRRO. Too bad since it had
the top 100 screwable female celeb's in it. We spent many a watch coming up with the top 100.
To you past Pig sailors, I salute you. I'd love to keep you updated on current E happenings but anonymity is a must since I work in
close proximity of the enemy. No email addresses and no names or no more entries.
|I'm honored that the most recent
chain of command thinks so highly of this website. If
someone sends me the current RO and ChEng's names and
addresses I'll send them official Mooj Minion
In all honesty, though, this web site is
purely a vehicle to relive old memories. If anyone
objects to anything that is on this site let me know and I
will remove it immediately. Honest!
I haven't thought about that despot MM1/MMC/CW04 "Buttcrust"
Harper in 10 years. I forgot how often his neglected coffee
cup was "swabbed." Also, do you guys remember
how enraged MMC Bush would get whenever someone cleaned [scrubbed
more like it] his coffee
cup? For some reason he liked it caked with month's worth of old
The Clap Line Remembered
You modern era nukes probably have no idea what a "clap
line" is. Back in the good old days (when all you had to
worry about was the clap) this line would stretch from medical all
the way back to the aft mess decks. It began to form about 2
days after leaving port and was longest after PI. I was always amazed to see who was in
the line. You saw the usual suspects and then people that
surprised you, like the happily married guys or the "Holy Joe's,"
i.e., those 'holier than thou' guys, who were so critical of squid-like behavior.
The Holy Joes really caught some shit. Most were diagnosed
with NSU (or "dirty dick") and then tried to convince
everyone that they got it from drinking too much soda. Yeah
My Old Pal "Deck Drains" Comes
I was searching the Internet for free, cool stuff, when I
stumbled across your web site. I hope I'm the first with the correct
answer to the Westpac '88 Quiz , question #1: EM2 Hudson, ET3
Walters, and MM3 Bozen were members of: B. The sensitive club.
Please send my bumper sticker to ET2 Pfaff, care of the Cool
I've spent the last couple of hours laughing my ass off. Great
site! This is Karl Pfaff (Aka Deck drains, Aka Puffo, Aka Coopboy).
As far as an update on some of the other guys from RC-14: Crete is
married with a couple of girls, and working at Wolf Creek Nuclear
Power Station in Kansas. He's living in Osage City, Kansas. (He
doesn't own a computer.) Spuds (Tim Manry) is working for Gulf State
Utilities in Louisiana. I don't have an e-mail address for him but
I'll let him know about the web-site. John Hull is living somewhere
in Arizona. Nobody has been able to get in contact with him. Leonard
Ravan (Bulltoad) is living in Spartanburg , South Carolina. Kevin
Bellville (Aka buffalo-head) was put out to pasture, and is grazing
peacefully somewhere in the Great Plains.
I particularly enjoyed the
story about LT. R and the mysterious ringing phone. I was one of the
RO's on the watch team. You should tell everyone about the time you
and Miltenberger came into EOS with your heads wrapped in bloody bandages,
claiming that the M-divers beat you guys up and it wasn't safe to go
to lower level. I remember trying not to laugh while [Lt. R] almost
had a heart attack. Please put my name on the list. My e-mail
address is firstname.lastname@example.org. I
served on the Pig from December '86' to June '90'.
Karl, great to hear from you! You can’t believe how happy I am to
finally find you. For nearly four years we stood watch together down
in 4-plant and had some great laughs. When I put this site together
I was hoping beyond hope that you and Spuds would somehow become
involved. You two were co founders of the 4-plant "cool
club" so I expect some good stories from you guys.
Congratulations, you’re the official winner of the Westpac '88
Quiz #1. Send me your address and I’ll send you a free Mooj Minion
Who could forget the Sensitive Club? I can still hear those
jokers talking quietly in the aft lounge (after their D&D game)
discussing their sensitive issues. I also remember vividly seeing
Bozin sleeping atop the laundry bags in the passageway
with his ass sticking out. I was never quite sure what that was
about. Since I have a policy about not posting
stories that involve former shipmate’s wives I’ve had to pass on
several good Hudson stories. In many ways they’re just too painful
The "mysterious phone ringing" story is true and I’m
glad there’s finally someone out there to collaborate it. There
are actually dozens of good "Lt. R" stories and I’m counting on you
to tell them since you were like a son to him.
I just thought of one that was awful. I'm almost too
ashamed to mention it but I guess I might as well. Remember
when someone floated the rumor that "Lt. R" tried to
hang himself but he tied the rope around a pipe that was too thin and it broke and
flooded his stateroom? Most of the guys on watch thought it
was too ridiculous to believe until Lt. R came down the plant with
his arm in a sling. (He hurt it weightlifting or
something.) After that people thought that he really did try to
kill himself and so everyone was a bit nicer to him that day (or at least
didn't fuck with him as much as normal).
Please include my name on this list.... 25 DTG as of today!
Matt Wilson; RM-14 1998-2002
|Ah yes,..... being short. To be
honest there isn't a better feeling in the world.
Enjoy every hour of those 25 days because nothing will ever
compare to it later in life (er, unless you have children). Do you guys still have
the "short timer" belt buckles? Back in my
time it was a tradition that the shortest person in each
division wore a special buckle that showed a sailor hat with
two boondockers sticking out. On the day that person
got out he would present it to the next shortest guy.
The one I wore was bought in Olongapo by Mike Bowden and
given to Rick Kuhn (circa 1985). I forget who
presented it to me when I became the shortest (Brazier?) or who I eventually gave it to (Gyolai?). But I loved that thing and was pretty much given
"immunity" while wearing it. Not even the
lifer chiefs would fuck with a short timer. I wonder
who has that buckle now; hopefully, it is still being used
by RE Div.
That Nasty Italian Porn (Part II)
Yeah, that stuff was everywhere after leaving Naples. Who
could forget seeing that one magazine called Cults of Sodomy in
the aft head, usually wedged behind a toilet. That thing was thrown away countless times and yet it
still managed to surface again and again. Finally someone
tossed it off sponson 7 for the Ruskies.
One feature each of these Italian porno mags had in
common was a good looking woman that slowly undressed (while
performing illicit acts). With each passing page
more of her was revealed until --surprise--it turned out to be a
guy!!! (or a whatever).
One day we found a
particular nasty photo in one of these Italian porn books that
showed a guy doing something rather nasty to another guy, who was
doing something rather nasty to a woman. We tore it out and
wrote: "Know Your Chain of Command" on it and then posted
it in berthing. Later that day the ship ran a mass-casualty drill
on the flight deck and the repair locker in berthing was manned by a
bunch of chowdales. One of the squadron COs was there and saw
the photo hanging up in berthing and ordered it torn down immediately.
The guy couldn't believe we nukes could have so little respect
for our chain of command. I guess he didn't know nukes very
Another E-Div Guy!
Hey man, I just got off the pig and was wondering if you could put me on your site.
Name: Todd Gugluizza
Years there: 1997-2002
Ice Ice Baby
Back in the late 1980s, ice was about the hardest thing to find in
the hot, miserable IO. At that time there were only 4 ice
machines on the ship and one or two of them were usually OOC.
There was one place, however, that always had ice and it was easily retrievable
for the daring: the 1st class lounge (since it was right outside the
door). I remember hating all those lifer 1st classes that
would scream at you when they caught you dipping into their ice
bins. Of course, when I became a 1st class I screamed at all
dirtbags trying to steal ice, too.
I used to also hate all the
1st class lifers that took front of the line privileges
on the mess decks or at the ship's store. I vowed that if I
ever became a 1st class PO that I would never do that.
But, alas, as soon as I tacked on my PO1 crow I did it, too.
Rules of the road I guess.
Another Fellow '80s Snipe:
My name is Keith Prevost and I served in EM22 and EM23 from 1988 - 1995. List my email as
A Modern-Era RM22 Guy:
yo dude!! i have done my time on the pig and want my name added to the email list.
Brad "Red" Miller
|Is RM22 still ..... you know,
The Worst Bag Job Ever
Some guys were notorious for bagging the watch. I remember
sometimes guys would get so pissed that they
would actually go up to berthing, sign the logs over and then toss
them into bed with the sleeping offender. It was then up to the
bag-man to wake up and get his ass down to the plant before anything
The worst bag job of all time had to be what
"Bojo" did to "Happy" Hanson during the '87
workups. On the night before a two-week mini cruise Bojo begged Happy to let him borrow his truck for an
emergency. Bojo promised that he'd return in time to relieve
Happy at 1:30 a.m. Well, 1:30 came and Bojo was a no-show. Happy
had to stand back-to-back watches. At 8:00 a.m., sharp, "C" note
was sounded and
Bojo and Happy's truck were UA. A few days later Bojo came aboard in
San Diego and told Happy that he parked his truck in the SFO hourly
It cost Happy about $500 to get his truck out of hock when he
finally returned to Alameda.
Bojo's missing the ship's movement was
pretty much the last straw in his shaky nuclear navy career and he
was denuked and discharged a short time later.
Hey, love the site. I was on the pig from 7/89 to 3/93. I saw both sea
life and shipyard life, and even though I was a nub and didn't sleep as much
as I would have liked to at sea, the shipyard environment sucked a lot more.
One of the first nukes I met on the pig was Brad Stephens. I thought he was
a cool guy. He always seemed to be pissed at an EM named Tapp. After RT I
did a 3 week stint in the coop. All I did there was play cards and watch
pornos with a fat EM down in the coop void. Barnyard Follies was the one I
remember more than any other. After my coop duty (by the way, I remember
the shower watch) I went to RC-22. The first HOUR I spent in 2 control
equipment my qual card got dirty dicked and thrown back in my face. But I
was considered fortunate in a way because I wasn't picked on after that.
Jess Williams, Bob Neish, Greg Miller (my best friend at the time), John
Fay, Joe Ford, Frank Nash, Greg Davis, thanks for all the laughs!! I
enjoyed the PI, Pataya Beach, Rio, it sure was an eye opening experience.
After the world cruise I stood boring SRO watches on that shitty shift work
schedule. Then by a stroke of good fortune I got transferred to the RC
shop. To this day I never knew how or why I got to go there and not others. Dan
O'rouke, Brownfield, Tom Cluney, you taught me well. I was in the shop for almost my last 2 years and to be honest I really didn't do shit.
They made me a QPO to sign qual cards but I never dirty dicked
anyone's card! I did take one nub under my wing, his name is C___
B_____. I sleazed his
qual card, I took his BNEQ biennal exam for him, I took him on trips to
Norfolk base to get him off that shipyard shithole. When that BNEQ biennal
shit was going on, C___ was the one who went to the print shop to make all
the exam copies. Well, he kept one for himself, gave it to me, and of
course I aced it. I was one of less than ten in all RX and ENG depts who
did so well that I didn't have to take the next one ( I was the only
enlisted fuck too- more than 1 person came up to me and said that they never
knew I was that smart. I was, just in a different way!) Overall, I used to dread going to work, I absolutely hated it, but as I look
back now I'm glad I did it. One thing that I will never miss though are those ASSHOLE LIFER LOSER FUCKS
that made your day turn from ok to shitty and those SLACKERS WHO KISSED
THEIR ASSES DAY IN AND DAY OUT. The one guy on page one said it best about
how those lifers just make you hate the nav, and everything it stands for.
The coolest people I met on the USS ENTERPRISE were those who bent the
rules, tried to get along with everyone else, and realized that you have to
make the best of every situation. Unfortunately, a lot did not see it that
ET2 Jason Savant RC-22 / RC-30 7/89-3/93
Thanks for the memories. I remember some of the guys you
Brad Stephens and I were in nuke school together
and had some great times. In fact, before I had this site I
often posted stories about Brad on my Mooj site (mooj.com).
Brad used to live in Phoenix back in the early 90s. I wonder
if he is still here. If he is I'd love to see him
John Fay was also a good friend. He and I loved to talk about
music. John was a huge Grateful Dead fan and never missed a
show while in port. He and Jerry Petro (RC22) were well known by their fellow Deadhead brethren. They must
have stood out like sore thumbs at the concerts (unless they wore
Cluney was also a great guy. I still have bruises on my arm
from where he slugged me. Remember how Cluney would always walk
around slugging people? I also remember Brownfield, Davis
and O'Rourke. All great guys.
From The Mike Bowman Collection:
Hey all you former nukes from the late 80s, here's some photos from
Mike Bowman. Enjoy!
Web Site Name Change
In order to comply with the wishes of the current Big E Rx Dept.
chain of command I will no longer refer to this site as the
"official" web site of Rx and Eng Dept. I guess it's
now the "unofficial" web site of Rx and Eng.
Dept. Those of you who knew me back in the Golden Days of
surface nuclear propulsion (i.e., the late 80s), know that my
dopeybook name was King Paul. That's where the "King
Paul" reference comes from.
Again, as has
always been my policy--anything that you find offensive on this
site--and/or think should not be here--let me know and I will delete
Your memory about the time of the Reactor Fill Incident is not correct. I
don't recall who was on watch, you may have been. This is one of those
incidents you think would remain etched in memory, which time places into
perspective (to be read: fades) the longer the particulars aren't recalled.
I haven't thought about the incident in years...
I don't remember the exact day it happened but it was my first Pre-Crit as
an RO. PO1 Barnes was assisting as we were in cold shutdown. I recall we
were in some post Hunter's Point SRA mini-overhaul; it was about 0900 and
EOS was crowded with personnel trying to get their work authorized for the
day and noisy as hell. We were on step one of the Pre-Crit and I was
directed to verify the position of the Rx Fill Switch and then to Trip the
Unit from the RPCP. Because I was confused about the instructions I had
received from Secondary Equipment, I conferred with Barnes, who was distracted by the EOW with another question and told me to just turn it
while I was holding the Rx Fill Switch, Secondary Equipment wanted to know
what was taking so long and kept telling me to trip it, so I turned the
Rx Fill switch. The EOS became dead silent and then bedlam erupted.
Barnes and I were relieved from watchstanding duties for several months. My
SRO quals were suspended pending the outcome of the investigation. I had
several interviews with the XO where I missed my opportunity to get out of
Nuclear; take a different rating; and finish my enlistment. I stuck it out
as a Nuke; I don't know what I was thinking, I suppose I didn't want to
After the investigation was concluded, the report determined that the junior
person under instruction defaulted to his previous training when placed in
an unfamiliar and stressful environment. At S8G the Trip Switch is located
where the Fill Switch is on the Enterprise RPCP.
I remember the incident where Stinky and I were discussing the "Enterprise
Fact Sheet". What a wonderful hoax! I didn't realize it had traveled
Lt. Rouche turned up at ComEd's Dresden Station 7 or 8 years ago and lasted
less than a year before he left. I never knew into what position he was
hired or why he left. He must still be suffering from his Enterprise
Aka: "Reactor Phil" "Chinner" "BF"
ET1 RC-11 March 1986 - January 1990
Skinnnnnnner!! Great to hear from you again after all these
years. My memory of the fill incident is vague. I
think I might have been on duty or maybe I was
just easy to find. I just remember my rack curtain being slid
open by someone looking for Goldylocks (the onwatch SRE). But
that was in the middle of the night. You say it happened in
the morning? I guess old age is confusing matters. Maybe I'm thinking of another incident. They're were so
So what are you doing these days? Are you working at Dresden?
How's your musical career? I remember you often entertained
the aft lounge regulars with your musical talent. I recall you
actually even played a harp back there once in a while!
Hmmm, Word must have spread about
this site at GENE. Great to have you guys aboard!
RT #4 Plant 1970-1974 and list away, my immediate family is dead and there
is no one left to embarrass
Kreutel, William E.
Please add me to your contacts list. I was in RC-22 from 1986-1989. My
E-mail address is email@example.com.
|I remember both Stu and Boorn.
They were great guys. I'm glad to see they're using
their nuclear training skills to better humanity.
Patrick J. Hoban RC22, RC30, 1986 - 1990 firstname.lastname@example.org
|Pat! Great to hear from
you again. I know you have some good stories so I look
forward to hearing from you again!
Petro's Shit Gag (A True Classic!)
Stu (Hereld Stuart) turned me on to the site and I‘ve been laughing my ass off ever since. There are so many stories to tell, I
hope I can remember them accurately.
During my pre RO quals I was standing watch in 2 Control Equipment. John Fay and Jerry Petro were the A RO and B RO
watch team. Our DO, LTJG Jim Crouse (very cool guy, quiet mid-west background) was the Watch Officer.
Petro had this idea for a great prank. Just before watch, we took a Hershey bar (with peanuts) and put it in a plastic sandwich
bag. Petro taped the bag to the inside of his upper thigh.
After assuming the watch, Jerry complained about stomach cramps and
did his best to squeeze off a few farts. Mr. Crouse would call Control Equipment to see if there was another qualified RO
available to get Jerry a relief to go to the bathroom. Of course, the answer was no. There was only a short time before watch
turnover so Mr. Crouse told Petro to hang in there. All the while this chocolate bar is melting against Jerry’s thigh.
Petro continued to complain and finally stood up, screaming “Oh, No!!! Oh, my God!!! I think I’m gunna shit!!!” Doubled up with
imaginary pain, he lets out a final yell and declares that it has
happened: “Oh, Mr. Crouse, I shit my pants!!”
Crouse is lost on what to do. The next thing you know Petro has his hand in his pants and pulls out a finger full of the brown stuff! Crouse is
dumbfounded. He picks up the phone to call Control Equipment and screams that Petro needs a relief RIGHT NOW!!
Meanwhile, Jerry is staring at his brown covered finger. He takes a sniff, and EOS goes quiet. He puts his finger in his mouth for
a taste and Crouse hits the floor, gagging into the garbage can. He looked like he was going to throw up
on his shoes!!
I want to say thanks to all the guys who made my time aboard the Pig bearable. Man, I hated that place, but the memories now are great. I
laugh just thinking about the stupid stuff we did. Greg Davis, Joe Carl, you guys were the best! Being in the RC30 shop the last year of my
tour was cool, 4 and 20s out at sea! 6 section duty in port because no one knew when we were on watch! I used to fly home for 5 days (military
discount, $68 round trip) and get back in time for duty.
RC22, RC30, 1986 - 1990
Bless you Pat! I haven't had a good laugh like that in a long
time. I remember that story well.
Whatever happened to Joe Carl? He was a good friend and I'd
love to hear from him again.
Florence, Bryan (Flo)
RM23, RM3 84-87, 88-96, 99-present
|Holy shit Bryan, .... don't tell
me you're still on the Pig!!!
Not The Jerry Petro???
Can you add me to the list? I was in RC22 1985 to 1989.
Thanks, Jerry Petro
|Jerry!!! Great to hear from you!
More From Rx Phil:
.... I work for Exelon Corp, formerly ComEd, the Northern Illinois electric
utility. I instructed Licensed Operator Training at Braidwood Nuclear
Station for 6 years before transferring to Electric Operations 5 years ago.
Who knows where I'll be by year's end the way deregulation is playing out!
Stop the drugs, your memory is really going! No, I didn't play the harp, 3
or 4 plant ET type I think, I'd have to look at the cruise book to be sure.
I had a keyboard that I brought on the second West Pac and played in the Aft
Lounge; I lent it to the Jazz Band for Talent Night. Spent most of the
World Cruise cycling and rowing on 4x24 duty after a Senior Chief pulled my
EWS Qual card during a drill when he found out I was short; accused me of
using the Navy, of all things!
I remember being thankful that they moved RC-11 out of Rx Berthing before
the Alaska cruise. I can attest to the trout condition being as bad as
vividly described. How the O's could permit us to live in those conditions
and expect us to perform competently and have a good attitude is beyond
comprehension. Living conditions aboard a wind powered vessel in the 18th
and 19th centuries were more humane. Living conditions in jail were and are
better than what we were subject to, and from the recent accounts still are.
Habitability is not a priority with the Nav!
Who was that high stakes poker player (RM?) who went AWOL before the World
Cruise? Always bragged about playing in Poker tournaments. He was into a
lot of guys really deep, was it an ET last name of Kim who just couldn't seem to stay away from the table? My last recollection is him
owing over $4,000! Way too rich for most anybody's blood, at least while
you're in the Nav.
|Yes Phil, I think my memory is
going. I thought it was you who played the harp but
now I can visualize the other guy. He was quite a character. Man, I wish I could remember that guy's
The pokerhead I was writing about
wasn't Kim but another ET fellow from 4-plant. I can't
remember his name but he was known as "the Greek"
in the dopeybook. If I recall correctly (and at this
point I wouldn't put much credence in my memory) the "greek"
fellow was beaten up severely for trying to weasel out of
paying his gambling debts. He went UA shortly
thereafter and I ran into him again at TI, when I was processing
out of the Nav. He was getting one of those Big
Another EE30 Pal!
You may not remember me. Barry Palmer EE - 30 Oct. 87 - Oct. 91 . My e-mail
address is email@example.com
|Hey Barry, I remember you
well. I think you might have even sleazed off a few sigs on
my load dispatcher card. It's always great to have
another EM on the site. What are you up to these days?
E-Div vs. RE
When a nuke electrician showed up on the Pig he was presented
with a choice: EE30 or RE Div. I guess the MMs pretty much had
to make the same choice about RM-Div and Engineering. The ETs were
pretty much stuck going only to RC Div.
8502 EMs arrived on the scene in early 1986 the gatekeeper to EE30
was EM1 McKee. He was the E-Div instructor in the Void at the
time and he went out of his way to make sure that all the dirtbag
EMs (in his opinion anyway) went to RE and all the squared away EMs
went to EE30. McKee's RE counterpart in the Void at the time
was the legendary "Rock n' Roll" Dan Raya and Dan was
short and could care less. I guess I was lucky since McKee
thought I was a dirtbag. Thanks to him I was banished to serve
in RE rather than having to languish for 4 years in EE30. I
can't thank McKee enough for that!
For the most
part McKee's opinions on which of the RT'sians were actually the
smart ones was somewhat flawed and as a result EE30 wound up getting
more dirtbags than RE. Of course that's just my opinion.
I'm sure you EE30 guys would think different.
Who Played the Harp?
This was killing me all last night. You guys suck. I need to stop reading this site!
The guy who played the harp in the aft lounge, as well as was a charter member of the Sensitive Club, was none other that ET2 Andy Knight
(RC22). All last night I was thinking about this and could not remember his name. I remember we used to break his balls because he had
"MUSCLE" magazines under his mattress. As Jess Williams used to say (in his best "Aunt Bea" voice), "Aaaaannnddddyyyyyyy!!!"
PS - the card player was a 4 plant RC type, he and ET2 Kim (RC22) would play cards for days.
HME and KP, ...... 12 Year's Later
Last December I had the good fortune to hook up with my old pal
HME in Boston. We had a great time remembering
the good old days. It's hard to believe that it's now been almost 15
years since we were both down 4-plant, slamming each other in the infamous
Gyolai, Skeletor, Clorefams and CNTs
I was just checking up on the site and seeing more names I'd
Of course, the lucky ones came to RE, and if they didn't think so
they knew so shortly thereafter.
was too serious.
Myron Gyolai was our RPPO during the 86-87 time frame. As the RE
Chief, I didn't know anything about supply and it wasn't necessary
because of Myron. He could get anything. I remember we'd put in
multiple 2Ks on the PC-K5 (something like that) contactors in the
PZR HTR Fuse and Contactor panel before Westpac because Supply never
had enough. Funny, when I then became a Supply Officer I was the
nuke's best friend and worst enemy. I could get them anything
because I was good at it (nuke trained) and understood their needs
having been in their shoes, but could see through all the tricks
they'd pull to build up their bench spares and wouldn't let them do
it because I'd told the same stories as a nuke and I also had an
obligation to protect the integrity of the supply system, which is
as complex and equally technical as many things we did as nukes
(yes). Nukes would also try to order everything needed, wanting it
tomorrow, but I could say "well, tell me about it" and
start talking about the plant and cut through their whole big
fabrication and it would turn out they needed it next month, if at
all, and they only needed one, not five.
Does anybody remember the
"two time loser" speech that the RO Skeletor, CDR
McSomething used to give guys leaving the Navy. He'd tell them they
were a loser as a civilian, that's why they had to join the Navy,
and they were obviously a loser in the Navy which was why they were
going to go back and try civilian land again. Consequently, anybody
getting out, in his words, was a "two time loser."
Nobody has mentioned their current
duty station, COMNAVBACKYARDSIXPAC.
I remember the old timer chiefs
bitching about how worthless us youngsters were, what is the Navy
becoming?, etc etc. Then as I approached my retirement I was saying
the same thing, and knew they were calling me a Khaki Clad
Youknowwhat, too. What I'd do to counter that is whip out my old
driver's license (valid until discharge) circa 1980 and showing
myself as a nuke second class, greasy hair parted in the middle and
all that from that era. Definite dirtbag look by today's
standards. Usually, all the "kids" would do is look at it,
look at me, laugh and then say, "Cool. Sir."
I haven't seen anything on here
about the RE 02 void and what happened there in the 84 timeframe,
when RE subsequently was almost all wiped out, or so the stories
went. That was between my two tours on the Big E.
Is the RE office still on the third deck, port side by the
athwartship passageway, next to the rewind shop? Former five and
|Hey, Chief! (Actually, you
probably haven't been called chief in 15 yrs!) As always it's great
to hear from you. I have to agree with you and second
the notion that Myron Gyolia was one of the best SPOs the
navy ever had. There wasn't anything that he couldn't get. As most of you know Myron (a.k.a, "Q")
and I still are great friends. I
haven't heard from Q in a while..... Q, you awake boy? ....
hello......? Come to think of it I don't think I've
seen Q since Dicko's wedding
back in 1997. Now that I'm back in the west I'll have
to look him up again.
What happened in the 02 RE Void? I
don't remember hearing anything about it. We still had
the 02 Void when I was in RE but it was mostly just filled with
supplies. There was a couch up there but it was
usually too hot to spend much time in there. Probably
the oddest memory I have of the space was the stack of porn
magazines that were kept up there and the occasional guy
getting caught "red-handed" (if you know what I mean)
When I returned to the Big E for that
dependent's day cruise in 1995 the RE office was no longer
located next to the power shop, where it had been during our
time. I made a special trip down to the
3rd deck to find that sacred place and was saddened to find
only a vacant storage room. I had a good chuckle when
I saw the familiar "country style door" (i.e., the
top could be opened while the bottom was closed or
vice-versa) and remembered the countless times we office
pukes pad-locked the top part of the door and then climbed
through the bottom, latched it shut, and then hid inside for
The Pokerhead Remembered
Okay, it was killing me trying to remember this guy's name so I
dug out my '88 cruise book and found him. The 4-plant ET, who lost
big playing poker and then tried to get out of paying his enormous
debt by turning his fellow card players into the MAA for gambling, was none other
than ET2 Wusssssssmund! God,
he was a funny guy. He was often the Control Equip Room
Operator when I was the RE and we
always had a blast on watch.
A BEE School Memory
One of my best pals in NPS class 8502 was a guy named Steve Hamil. He
and I started our navy enlistments together in boot camp company
84-077 (along with RC14's Glen Winegardner) in March of 1984. Steve and I were
best friend's through nuke school and then sadly separated in Orlando,
when Steve rocked the
comp and was sent to the fleet as a conventional electrician.
Steve eventually wound up on the USS Ranger and our paths crossed a
few times in SD, when both the Big E and Ranger were in port
Last night as I was walking my dog a funny story
popped into my head and I thought I'd pass it along. Strangely, I
haven't thought about this story in almost 20
Soon after graduating from boot camp Steve and I were
assigned to ITB 163, "main side," NTC GLakes to attend BEE
school. While there we developed an affinity for the nearby Helm's Club and were frequent patrons (since
underage and couldn't drink off base). Most of you will
probably remember BEE was pretty skate duty. As long as you
your stupid tests no one bothered you (Remember PHRED, the computer
that read your scantron cards?) Every
4 days we had "duty" but it wasn't much more than just
spending a few hours fielddaying or painting.
One morning Steve and I
mustered (at 0530 sharp) and were in bad shape. I guess our
"near beer" outing the night before at the Helm's Club was a bit more extreme
than usual. Because we had duty that day we were further
obligated to muster again about an hour later with the BT1 in charge of the building
for fieldday assignments. Steve and I were assigned the 4th
floor head. When we arrived on the scene with our swabs in hand we
were offended to find that some asshole (or assholes as it turned
out to be) had puked all
over the place. We complained to the BT1 and he agreed that we
shouldn't have to clean up after some jerk. The BT1 then set
out to find who the inconsiderate drunk was and learned quickly
from eyewitness accounts that the offenders were none other than
Hamil and myself. (We had no recollection of the event.)
Boy, we sure caught some shit for that and
then wound up having to clean all the heads for a whole month.
Also, do you guys
remember how in BEE none of our rooms had locks on the door so
the chiefs would walk around all morning opening doors as quickly as
they could to catch sleepers? I remember it used to totally
suck to muster at 0530 and then stay out of bed until school started
at 1230 (I was in the afternoon shift). I had a fleet-returnee
roommate at the time and he taught me the fine art of sleeping
inside my locker. So on those rare mornings when a hangover necessitated
a little extra sleep time I slept inside my overhead locker.
1986 World Cruise Quiz No. 1:
What was the name of the RC-Div guy, who got out of the navy a
few weeks after the Big E returned from the 1986 cruise; and then, while
a civilian, landed a job filling vending machines on the hanger
bay? While this guy attended to
his vending machine duties he also sleazed off anyone's
qual card that needed RC sigs since he had been an RC Div QPO.
He just back-dated the signatures to when he was in the navy.
first correct answer wins a Mooj Head T-shirt!
Mail Call Memories
Remember how every once in a while you'd get a package of goodies
in the mail and then feel obligated to share it with whoever else was around when you opened
it? It was a maritime tradition. One day Dicko
and I were hanging out in the office when mail call was
sounded. Like always, about fifteen minutes later the office
was packed with people looking for their mail. A large package
Dicko that day, which he carefully hid before
others noticed it. We both
knew it had to be goodies so we waited until everyone was gone and
then locked the door. To our heart's delight it was one of
Farms samplers! It was loaded with meat sticks, crackers and
different kinds of cheese. We greedy pigs sat there and ate the whole box in one sitting.
Needless to say, afterwards, we were sick as dogs.
of mail call, remember how there was always one guy in your division
that had a subscription to Playboy? Biff Shiver was
ours. Whenever his Playboy arrived in the mail we office pukes stole
it. By the time Biff finally fished it out of the 1-plant mail
slot, the whole division had
seen it and it was in tatters.
One guy in our division
(EM2 Brady) was foolish enough to get a daily subscription to the Wall
Street Journal. Every mail call he'd get stacks of old
WSJs. The post office guys were pissed and kept telling him to stop his
subscription because it was clogging up the mail
One Memory Spurs Another....
Mentioning Biff Shiver above I thought of another funny
thing. (Funny to us, not necessarily to poor Biff.) Biff
was a great guy and could dish it out as well as take it. Back
when we were nubs we thought it novel to search the ship for
odd-ball artifacts and then toss them into Biff's rack.
Sometimes we'd need two or three guys to carry the thing back to
berthing since these things were usually very heavy and large.
Poor Biff would return from watch and then curse whoever it was that
did this to him and then try and figure out what to do with the
large wrench, pulley, chain fall, rope, (or whatever) that was laying
in his pit. Sometimes these items were also put into Biff's
laundry bag and he wouldn't discover them until he tried to pick up
the bag (and it weighed 50 lbs).
The Dreaded Green Sticker
In my box of navy junk I found one of those blue ID
stickers. I think it was an memento from the MMCM reign of
terror. Remember how MMCM would scrape your blue sticker off
your ID card and give you a green one if he thought you were a
dirtbag? (The green sticker made it so that you couldn't leave
the ship in civvies.) Of course most of us had spare blue
stickers in our wallets so we quickly replaced the green ones as
soon as MMCM was out of eyeshot.
A Peek Back in Time
Fellow REs, I found an old
watchbill. Looking back at the names I see lots of old
The 8502 Pizza Man
When I reported to MARF in the summer of '85 I had the good
fortune to run into a former classmate from A-School. He was
in 8501and nearly qualified. He took me aside and revealed to
me the secret of his success. He told me that since E-Div was
in charge of selling pizza (for breakfast, lunch and dinner), they
needed one student qualified as soon as the previous class graduated
so that this person could go and pick up the pizzas (at Geyser
Pizza). This guy told me to "bust my ass" early on
and do everything I could to get ahead of the other EMs so that I
would be designated E-Div's next pizza-boy. At first I didn't
believe the guy but soon I realized it was true. When 8501
was nearing their graduation date I found myself taken under the
wing of the E-Div staff and pushed through as the next "hot
runner." The day 8501 left I was at my board and the very
next day I was the guy picking up pizza! In my box of memories
I found my final board sheet. As you can see I passed by the
skin of my teeth. Maybe the pizza fix was in?
The Train Story
Some stories have been told so many times that I can't recall
where truth ends and embellishment begins. The train story is
one of those stories. Most of it is true but each time it is
retold something gets added or taken away. Now that 16 years has gone by I
cannot recall what is fact and what is fiction. I have told
this "train story" to countless others (mostly civilians) and they could never appreciate it
the way fellow Big E squids could. Most of you from the
'86 cruise will undoubtedly remember this one.
would have added this story earlier but since I
couldn't remember which parts were true and which were made up I
deferred it to others. But, alas, it never got sent
in. (As, likewise, neither did the "Batman" story.) The
reason I'm adding it now is that I found my Naples to Rome train
ticket from that ill-fated ride. I'll take that as a sign that the story
must be told. Here's what I recall:
I think we
were still in RT when this happened since most of us
involved were from different divisions. After arriving in
Naples, we took a train to
Rome for a day of sightseeing. That evening, as we waited for
the train back to Naples, we drank mass quantities of liquor.
By the time we boarded the train most of us were blotto. For
some reason this train only had one restroom, which was located in
the rear. Most of us sat in the last car to be near the
bathroom since we had full bladders. As the train began
leaving the station one of our gang (an E-Div'r, who shall remain
nameless) got up and went to
About twenty or thirty minutes went
by and so someone decided to check on the poor guy. The E-Div'r
was found laying naked on the floor with his head wedged
between the toilet and sink. His ass was up in the air and
presented itself to whoever opened the door. (This guy was
about 6' 5" tall and the bathroom was about as small as the
ones you find on an airplane.) Unsure of what to do the
person checking on the E-Div'r returned and told the others about what
happened. We all began discussing a way to get the E-Div'r dressed
and back into his seat. However, this proved impossible to do
because the guy was pretty much wedged into the
About this time other travelers began
needing to use the restroom. Each person opened the door and
quickly shut it again and then mumbled something in Italian.
Sometimes moms would have to shield their children's eyes after
opening the door. We knew we had to get the guy out of there
as soon as possible or we'd have an angry mob on our hands.
then (and here's where the story gets fuzzy) we observed a man walk
back toward the bathroom. He was a typical Italian looking guy
(beret, ascot, striped shirt, etc.) and he opened the door.
But unlike the others he did not shut the door in disgust; instead,
he smiled and went in. And there he remained for a
We had no idea what to
do. Our buddy was in trouble and we just sat there!
guy finally left the bathroom with a smug look on his face as he
zipped up his pants. We
all sat there in horror. Ashamed that we let what might have happened,
Finally we arrived in Naples and were able
to pull our E-Div bud free from the bathroom. The next day the
poor guy complained of a soreness in a certain sensitive spot and we
all hid our eyes in shame.
On a technical note this E-Div'r
was the very same guy that supposedly got victimized by the guy in the "Batman"
suit in Australia. Someone else will have to share that
The RE 02 Void
I wasn't onboard during the 02 void incident, but it happened between when I left in
'80 and returned in '84. As you mentioned it was both a parts storage place
and hangout. As the story goes, it became more hangout than parts storage and was a very elaborate
lounge until the REs got caught partying. Almost half of RE division got busted for dope and kicked out of
the Navy or denuked. You may recall there was nearly fifty of us in the 86 time frame, but that was up from
only about 25 in late '84. Someone like Ricky Kuhn who left in the 86 timeframe may have been around at the
time as a nub and be better able to tell what happened.
I guess we '86 nubs were sheltered from that awful incident since I
don't recall hearing a thing about it. "Baby
Bullet," whom many of you mid-80s types remember (he was
4-plant LPO in '85) sent me a few memories about old RE div last year (see
page 1). One memory contained a reference to drug use
and so I omitted it. The deleted portion read as
".... when I first reported to RE div, it was known for its dope smokers. I would
come down to relieve a guy (I forget his name) and he would be in
the switchgear room in front of the air cooler with no shoes and socks on
smoking a joint. The switchgear would be filled with smoke. I would stay
outside the room, tell him to sign over the logs and leave. I was always
afraid someone would think I put the smoke
I guess whoever that barefoot guy was, he was probably an 02 Void regular!
I've done everything possible to keep my wife from reading this
site but every once in a while she'll catch me laughing and get
curious. After admonishing me for something I did nearly 20
years ago she suggested that I make better us of this site since I'm
now in contact with so many other ex-navy nukes. She suggested
that I post resumes and/or business cards; start a navy nuke
network, as it were. "Jolly Good Idea!" I
thought. But not because I need a job or have one to offer but
because I'd love to read about what my fellow ex-Big E nukes have
done since leaving the service. It would also be interesting
to see who still works in a technical field and who doesn't.
And, to show you I mean no harm, I will post my own resume to start
things off. Who knows, maybe one of us will actually get
something out of this website after all!
Here for the resume page. If you think this is a bad idea
let me know. If you think this is a good idea, send in your
resume or business card!
The Crankshaft Arrives!
How are you doing? Doc turned me on to this site. Please add me to the list.
RC14, 1988 - 1991
|Hey Paul! How's it
going? If I'm not mistaken you were the most squared away
guy down there in RC14 (..... or at least a close second to
Steamer Crawls Out of The Woods......
Hey KP ...
I have ;) Just contracting out in Instrumentation and Control since '74 ;)
Not much time for "webbing" it these daze ... too much gardening and
fishing in the real world to attend to. Perhaps I'll get wired in full time
on the next job.
Member of the Automobile License Plate Collectors Association of America
[on your resume]
Good to see you haven't wasted your entire life ;) hehe;
I see the great stories continue to arrive. And I also note that I am not
the only one who came to develop a certain attitude of contempt and disdain for authority while on the E . Seems to be the norm rather than
the exception. Recalcitrant bastards all!!! Now don't get me wrong ... I didn't start out that way. I loved the job of
Reactor Operator ... I truly did. I enjoyed the schooling in "A" school,
Sub School (yeah that's right ... sent me to Groton and S3G Prototype
and then sent me to the Tunaprise ... but that's another story.) I have
loved ships since I was a kid and had always wanted to go to sea for as
long as I can recall. I had read every Jack London and Joseph Conrad
story about going to sea ... rounding the Horn (which we got to do in '71),
Typhoons (got stranded in PoTown twice while the "E" put out to sea ;)
... hey ... I was made to be a sailor. I am still enamored by all of that.
And the Big E was/is an awesome machine and I was jazzed to be a part
of it. I, unlike most, also loved being overseas ... I was bummed when
we ended a tour and had to return to the States. So the whole experience
was something that I had grown up dreaming about and when I finally actually made it ... I was on top of the world. Sound that "C" note, mate. But ... (there's always a but ... or butthead in this case ;) ... I came to
HATE the military azzholes on those power trips and I despised their
stupid little games. I was a damn good RO and proud of the job I did
but that just wasn't good enough ... seems I had to also drop to my knees
and kiss some bastard MCPO's ass on command and that's something I just wasn't cut out to do. And I didn't. That meant trouble for Steamer ;)
But I endured ... and made lifelong friends with many who suffered thru
the same crap right alongside me. And it was these guys who kept me
sane (relatively speaking ;) and made it possible to survive the
dickheads by making me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe. Loved them dudes ...
they are my brothers and I still hang with many of them 30 years later. I know that there are assholes everywhere ... I don't think it's possible
to escape them anywhere you go. I run into the type regardless of where
I go. However, it does appear that the civilians, unlike the majority of
Nucs, often take their crap and roll over. Not so we Nucs!!! There was a special
'Tude that we developed and nurtured. What did they expect ... we were
selected precisely because we had the ability to think for ourselves and to
make decisions based upon our training, experience and expertise. I don't
know about you RE and RM types but as RO's, we were taught to question
orders. Our Prime Objective was to protect that core from damage that might
result in the release of radioactive material. That was the bottom line
regardless of what else was coming down. We were given the authority
to refuse even a direct order if, in our opinion, following that order would
result in damage to the core. It was stressed that it was our DUTY to do so.
(But you damn well better be right ;) This is why we were selected and
this is what we were taught. So ... we questioned orders ... ALL orders.
Of course, this led to a few problems on occasion ;) Anyway ... that's just my take on the Nuc
'Tude and developing that attitude was the best thing that ever happened to me. I still practice it any
time I can. I trust you all continue to do the same.
Holy Cow! Time
for a new page of sea stories!!
for more thrills!