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Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction

Anyone remember this blurb from The Hunt For Red October?
"The engineers went about their duties calmly. The noise in the engine room spaces rose noticeably as the systems began to put out more power, and the technicians kept track of this by continuously monitoring the banks of instruments under their hands. The routine was quiet and exact. There was no extraneous conversation, no distraction. Compared to a submarine's reactor spaces, a hospital operating room was a den of libertines."
Discuss. Remember, though, that we have some wives reading, so you should avoid stories that go something like "the throttleman fell asleep so the RO put his junk in the throttleman's ear"... unless they're really, really funny.


Blogger Don the Baptist said...

You mean you TALKED and did OTHER extraneous activities on watch?!

...Just like the boiler room.

11/04/2009 8:10 AM

Anonymous squidboy said...

I can't relate at all because we were always 100% stoic business in the sonar shack. Just like Tom Clancy wrote in Hunt for Red October. ;-) What is this 'junk' that you speak of, is that an engineering term?

11/04/2009 8:53 AM

Blogger Squidward said...

squidboy - I think you are confused. "stoic" does not mean that you painted each others toenails, tried on thongs, or other normal sonar girl activities.

11/04/2009 9:25 AM

Anonymous laughter in manslaughter said...

Ah, the midwatch on day 28 of an underway. When the questions along the line of "Who would you rather do: Angelina Jolie or Halle Berry?" have morphed into, "Who would you rather do, Rosie O'Donnel or Megan Fox, but she's been dead for 5 hours." Amazing how many choose necrophilia in that situation.

Or being EO and growling the COW and the ERF at the same time, and have them getting confused. I loved that part of the job

11/04/2009 9:52 AM

Blogger SJV said...

Near as I could tell, squidboy, the inhabitants of the Sonar Shack were "smoothies" and so they really wouldn't have junk. Then again, RO's were also smoothies, so the initial post is clearly made up.

We used to play word games in the box. Came up with several hundred names each for junk and other anatomical features.

Also heard of a boat where the SRO had to crap during watch. Didn't want to wake the offwatch SRO. Had SRW bring bag. Planned to take up forward after watch. Forgot. Didn't go on next underway. EOOW cleaned out desk after two weeks of accusing the EO of passing gas. Found bag and evidence of nastiness. Good thing it was prior to DNA identification!

11/04/2009 9:59 AM

Blogger Ret ANAV said...

7MC as the clock struck midnight: "Maneuvering, Conn, Surf Maneuvering". "Surf Maneuvering, Conn, Maneuvering aye". All I'm gonna say.

11/04/2009 10:37 AM

Blogger Don the Baptist said...

"Surf Maneuvering"

Didn't Ray Stephens have a submarine song: "Surfin' USSR"?

11/04/2009 10:47 AM

Blogger chief torpedoman said...

Not directly about submarines, but but when the big buy reached over the STG's sholder and pressed a button to "self destruct" the torpedo, that was a real laugh.

Surface launched torpedoes do not have a wire gude and certainly the only self destruct they have is when they hit the target.

I can belive it though when tells the STG that he didn't see a thing and that never happened, and he was never there. The script writer was certainly never there.

11/04/2009 1:57 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess Tom Clancy wasn't in maneuvering when our RC-div LCPO (who reportedly only had one testicle), sang his favorite sea chanty, "BOHICA, the cry of the deep!", to us a cappella.

11/04/2009 3:09 PM

OpenID fastnav said...

C'mon, Chief! It was James Earl Jones... if he wasn't there then he wasn't there!!

11/04/2009 3:10 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember standing Dive at PD at night and the AOW's coming in and asking for a rig for red flashlight. I would give them a "Rig for Red" and also show them where we were on my "Road Map" at the same time!

One Big Flip

11/04/2009 3:34 PM

Blogger Lou said...

Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction

"It will get better after ORSE."

Now, there's submarine fiction :)

11/04/2009 3:51 PM

Blogger Ret ANAV said...

MORE Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction

I'm from Squadron, I'm here to help.

11/04/2009 4:17 PM

Blogger Navy Blue Cougar said...

I read a submarine-themed book not too long ago. It was a pretty forgettable book with a forgettable title. The thing that I remember was that whenever the Captain needed to get all of his officers together for high-level planning, he ordered all of the officers to gather in the galley for a meeting.

Maybe he was just getting them together to bake some cookies.

11/04/2009 5:03 PM

Blogger Vigilis said...

"...we have some wives reading, so you should avoid stories that go something like "the throttleman fell asleep so the RO put his junk in the throttleman's ear".

Apparently, BH, we enjoy similar (tongue-in-cheek) humor. Excellent, as we have both allegedly been banned by the brass, according to Galrahn.

Can hardly wait for future female submarine recruits to inadvertently read your post!

Is it true they will all be nucs?
Guessing birth control will not be much of an issue.

11/04/2009 5:10 PM

Blogger Ret ANAV said...

MORE Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction

Sheez, how could I forget:

Crimson Tide, beginning to end...including Skip Beard's self-serving cameo.

11/04/2009 5:18 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Last midwatch of the last underway of 684. Christmas in maneuvering. Overhead lights out, full alarm test, Hershey kisses for all.

11/04/2009 5:19 PM

Anonymous anon e. moose said...

The firetruck:
SPCP PLO siren and 'horn test', throttleman and EO hanging out the doors.

11/04/2009 6:09 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction
"It will get better after ORSE."
Now, there's submarine fiction :)

MORE Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction
I'm from Squadron, I'm here to help

STILL MORE Inadvertently Humorous Submarine Fiction
From the XO: We’re glad you’re here.

11/04/2009 6:27 PM

Blogger Lou said...

The tunnel rigged for Christmas, complete with lights and a tree made form greenies.

11/04/2009 6:29 PM

Anonymous Jim Armstrong said...

In my day, if the RO tried to stick his junk in my ear, he'd get a guided tour of ERUL, ERLL, AMSUL, AMSLL, with stops along the way to ask the other watchstanders if they could identify what I had in my hand.

11/04/2009 6:40 PM

Blogger Find 'Em, Chase 'Em, Sink 'Em said...

I always loved it when someone would "fishbowl" Manuevering...the EOOW would call "fishbowl", and the appropriate watchstander would respond with a loud smack on the door window.

Word of advice...never call "fishbowl" when the ENG is looking into Manuevering (thanks Throttleman!)

BTW...has anyone here found out what happens when you "ring the bell" in AMR2 on an Ohio? I thought it was fun until the COB had to break it all up.

11/04/2009 7:18 PM

Blogger Mark said...

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11/04/2009 7:42 PM

Blogger Mark said...

On the 607 back in the late 80's, the EOOW fell asleep on his bench (no chair or desk in maneuvering on the 594's). We started tossing small bits of paper at his hung open mouth. We did this for a while then forgot about him as we did our logs. He woke up sputtering and spitting out paper. After removing about ten paper wads from his mouth the EOOW proclaimed he thought he swallowed some. The TH said "if you only removed 10, you swallowed a lot more than some." At this point the RO and I fell out of our chairs in laughter. What was going the EOOW going to say...

edited for spelling, math teacher now and cannot spell to save my life :)

11/04/2009 7:46 PM

OpenID fastnav said...

walking into ERF and finding a ton of Blair Witch symbols hanging everywhere, made out of lockwire, and the ERF watch hiding in the bilge trying to make spooky sounds.

11/04/2009 8:13 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

First underway as a civilian rider, Christmas dinner'd to manuevering, found the EOOW in nothing but his boots, skivvies, and a viking helmet, beating on an overturned five gallon bucket with two wrenches a la Ben Hur, enthusiastically giving me permission to enter.

11/04/2009 8:44 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I didn't fall asleep, but on a 637 class I was throttleman one night, leaning on the maneuvering chain "door" when the ERS put his junk in my left ear. I acted like it didn't bother me too much, told him not to do it again, then rested my head back on the "door."

At least the ERS thought that's what I was doing. In reality I had acquired a spray bottle of that wicked nasty floor stripper (yes, the kind that literally ate wax from floors) and was about to spring the trap.

Sure enough the ERS tiptoed toward me with his junk out ready for an ear hole, but instead he got blasted with wax stripper.

The next sight I caught was him up at the water fountain just starboard of the aft escape trunk on his tiptoes trying to splash water on his junk.

Needless to say, Summers didn't pull that stunt again.

11/04/2009 9:14 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just prior to leaving PSNS the Eng was doing a white glove inspection of the ER - literally. He had a poopie suit and cotton liners on and was crawling anywhere he could slither around. He pops up from beneath the TGs all proud of himself that he's found a green poly bag taped off as if it were a radcon bag. A small crowd gathers around to observe what the Eng had brought forth. The crowd quickly evacuated when Eng cut the bag open to discover that some midnight watch-stander had pinched a loaf into the bag and left it for another to find.

11/04/2009 9:27 PM

Blogger 630-738 said...

When a RO mentioned the mere thought of stickin' his junk in my ear, I calmly looked at him and promised to show him something he had never seen before-- the other end of his junk.

Funny how I never got an "earful".

I do remember the one time I came back for my 0300 tour as EDPO to find the SRO bent over his chair, pants and skivvies at his knees, the SEO standing over him with a bottle of "white out" in his hand, just completing the application of a conspicuous bulls-eye. I entered, reviewed the logs, never said a word, and left. To this day, I call that SRO "Bulls Eye."

11/04/2009 10:14 PM

Anonymous ex MissSh@tcan A-ganger said...

Always. Always, remember to rim cup then fill. Rim, then fill.

11/04/2009 11:16 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

- Shooting rubber bands at the RPCP; if you got a ringer the RO had to turn the switch.

- Making our RC LPO puke, he had a weak stomach. Describing his post-midwatch omlete as "aborted chicken fetus'" usually produced the desired results.

- Pissing off the EO.

11/05/2009 4:23 AM

Blogger SJV said...

Snowballs from frozen condensation on seawater pump housings.

The nonsense of trying to simulate things during drills.

Dropping water on ERF watch.

The watchteam cohesion that was indicated by being able to tell which member "dealt it".

The fact that the ventilation in the box started at the EO and went to the Throttleman!


11/05/2009 8:45 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess I served on the only sub to keep a "green book" in Maneuvering--the highly unofficial but highly accurate record of all events aft.

11/05/2009 10:59 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

We kept a "Monkey-Football" log in the engineroom to record the events of nukeland. The XO got wind of it and vainly searched for it for three patrols.

11/05/2009 11:46 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

DIT DOT bomb placed in the ventilation ducting of a Trident, off going EOOW left the damper closed, boy were there a lot of dit dots in there.

11/05/2009 12:16 PM

Blogger Rudder Amidships said...

Anon at 10:59,

Unless we were on the same boat, we also kept a "green book" in maneuvering, or located else in the engineroom as necessary.


11/05/2009 5:17 PM

Blogger DDM said...

The boys on the 666 used to keep track of voting for the "GBA". They would never tell a khaki what GBA stood for. One of my guys got out of the Navy and I gave him a ride to the airport where he divulged that GBA stood for "Goofiest Bastard Alive". Luckily I was never considered a GBA candidate, at least as far as I know. I still use GBA to this day.

11/05/2009 6:06 PM

Anonymous Joe Turner said...

The NavCenter Watch used to his junk on my chart table from time-to-time when I was the on duty QMOW. So, once I was quick enough to stab him with my very sharp dividers. The dude never did it again.

11/05/2009 9:28 PM

OpenID beebsblog said...

Water is best "a glass of cold and clear for the EOOW" straight from the MSW vent in ERLL.


Seawater looks like but doesn't taste like ice water. :)

11/05/2009 10:20 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

For the information of all hands, we still keep a green book in manuevering. We had to stash it somewhere else when we got to the yards though, too many civilians. It was ok, the only ones who wrote in it were the short timer, broken EO's

11/05/2009 11:52 PM

Anonymous ex-ET nuke said...

We also used to keep a green book in maneuvering called "the Slam Log", stashed behind the EO's battery log locker outboard the EPCP on the 672. It was used to keep track of bone-headed quotes and actions, as well as a place for people to put humorous comics.

Once had the maneuvering watchteam on a very long and boring op memorize the complete deck of 1st edition trivial pursuit this day, I still can't be beat.

11/06/2009 3:03 AM

Anonymous squidboy said...

Love all the comments, even the sonar ones! The Sonar Control Room was an endless gag factory and every patrol we had a green book called the 'Sonar Operator Log' to keep track of the fun. However, there was nothing funny about falling asleep on sonar watch. If someone did happen to nod off and get caught it was generally met with a swift and violent response, no time for junk.

11/06/2009 9:22 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anon-11/04/2009 9:14 PM

"Needless to say, Summers didn't pull that stunt again."

Ah, the good ol' POGY! Plenty of stories to tell...

11/06/2009 9:52 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh my! The "rig for red" comment had me laughing. I've unfortunately seen a battle latern rigged for red and am still scarred 15 years later.

11/06/2009 11:47 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

"BTW...has anyone here found out what happens when you "ring the bell" in AMR2 on an Ohio? I thought it was fun until the COB had to break it all up."

If this is in reference to boxing/wrestling type stuff in AMR2 3L, that location is far to risky from a visability standponit. ERML between the R-114's and the 12K works much nicer.

11/06/2009 2:30 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Ah, the good ol' POGY! Plenty of stories to tell..."

Actually the Drum around '88.

11/06/2009 8:35 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

It was a nice break when standing ERS to be called to control to man the section tracking party—I loved keeping the Time-Freq plot. At one point the sonar sup called out, "Conn, Sonar, contact Sierra 1 classified merchant by spinner-9."

"Sonar, Conn, aye." "Sonar, Conn, come to control."

"What's the spinner-9?"

The sonar sup showed him a hand-made spinner board.

11/07/2009 7:27 AM

Anonymous EM1(SS) said...

On the 655, the green book was the EDBB, Engineering Department Bitch Book. Same shit, different decade (or 3)

11/07/2009 9:36 AM

Blogger MLG said...

Even us wives can enjoy a little sub humor. My husband always wonders how I know about the boys' ear action when he comes home from patrol..

11/07/2009 10:05 PM

Blogger Rudder Amidships said...

I also loved being Time-Freq during section tracking party. Much better than trying to get my watch section to do small valve maintenance properly. It was a good break from the monotony.

I wish we had a spinner-9 though, it would have made it a lot more fun.


11/08/2009 12:23 AM

Blogger Ret ANAV said...

I wish we had a spinner-9 though, it would have made it a lot more fun.

We had a Ouija Board on Sculpin. Never gave us any definitive answers, but it was fun to mess with people's heads.

11/08/2009 6:19 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

A little background to explain some of the inaccuracies:

Tom Clancy got famous because of his relationship to two Naval officers: Chris Carlson, a SWO specialist in sonar, and Larry Bond, an intel officer. He met these two officers by way of the naval simulation Harpoon (which some of you old timers might remember was taught at the Academy for several years back in the late 80s and 90s) Clancy had been playing the game while he was still selling insurance and struck up a close (at that time) relationship with Bond. Bond helped Clancy a lot with his learing of a highly complex paper rules (the board version) simulation that was derived from NAVTAG. He made it very clear to Clancy that while he and Carlson "knew" what really worked and didn't, they purposely dumbed the information down so as to not reveal true capabilities. Clancy. The truth is that Bond and Carlson collaborated with Clancy in the writing of "Hunt.." (and Bond as silent co-author of Red Storm Rising). Combine that with artistic license, and you get what looks like dumb guesses that at the time were close enough to alarm various government agencies starting with the CIA.

I know all this because I've been in the Harpoon world since the early 90's and I've exchanged emails and phone conversations with people that had first hand knowledge of the events.


11/08/2009 6:28 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking of drill simulations...XO in the Engineroom, places the word FIRE (on a 3x5 card) in the waste basket. Nuke comes along, pulls out a 3x5 card and writes CO2 fire out, drops it in the waste basket right in front of the XO. XO flips! Drill secured!

Same XO and the outlawing of 3x5 cards to combate fire, places another FIRE in a waste basket. Same nuke as before, walks up, unzips and prompt extinguishes the FIRE. End of drill! XO flopping, CO laughing!


11/08/2009 4:17 PM

Anonymous EX ANAV/COB said...

Early 80's getting up to make my 0300 DCPO tour and observing the BDW standing watch with nothing on but his boots and guard belt. When asked WTF, he stated the SOP only required the BDW to have the guard belt on, plus the fact he was doing his laundry. I verified the SOP, signed his log and hit the rack. Just have to love Pearl Harbor.

11/09/2009 4:45 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

When the recruiter was selling NUPOC, stories like these made it easy to sign up: "You mean I can be an engineering professional AND have fun? I want in on that!"
He left off the whole "kinder, gentler Navy" thing. Had I known this, (r that I'd be spending countless hours making a training binder & logs look good for a board of people who knew the game themselves) I'd have thought twice...

11/09/2009 5:58 AM

Blogger SJV said...

As an engineering professional who left the Navy as an EM1 after six, I can say that I had way more fun standing throttleman for ORSE than I do most days now. No regrets for me, but trust me, there's way more fun in running a sub than there is in a factory or some think tank. There's paperwork everywhere else, too. Have fun while you can, get out, and enjoy not working 100 hours a week.

11/09/2009 9:00 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

708 it was the "bone book" had a big ole plastic bone chained to it. On 725 we called it the Frog log. Pretty sure the Eng got at least one of the 4 volumes that I knew about when there.

725 we had a huge plastic owl called Hooter who lived in the engine room, always visible, rarely spotted. Rumor had it he spent a couple of periods underway in the RC

11/09/2009 6:01 PM

Blogger Thomas said...

Our Eng came in once during the midwatch and out of no-where insists that we take off some of the label plates on the EPCP. He was disappointed that there wasn't any smut pasted to the back of them.

Too bad for him he never got around to taking the one off of the battery ground detector label plate, the back of that plate is where the stuff was hidden!
The EMs also brought a pet "Ernie" along once. Ernie was some sort of roach they got and put into a little bag in the EO's locker just outboard of the EPCP. They'd bring back little bits of food for him, and Ernie lived in a zip lock bag with air holes punched in it. Even had a handwritten sign on the bag "Ernie's apartment" and the other nucs made Ernie a couch and easy chair out of some sponge. "Ernie's apartment" would be set out next to the EPCP on the midwatch and he'd keep us company. Poor Ernie died 3 weeks into patrol though, we missed Ernie.
"Green bulb" day on a boomer. There was a green light bulb cover that would exactly fit over the bolt heads lining the outside edges of the RPCP, and there were I think 32 of these bolts. 32 days from EOC, the green bulb would go on and it got moved one bolt head over on the midwatch. The XO heard of the green bulb and tried hard to sneak back and confiscate it, but since he never thought to take off his khaki belt coming through the tunnel there was always enough warning to tidy up when he came back.
Speaking of khaki belts, another JO showed me how to hide in plain sight. Even though you know everyone's face on board, it's funny how subconciously people would first look at someone's belt on the poopysuit before seeing who it was. This other JO took to wearing a black belt instead of a khaki one, and I'll be damned if he couldn't just sneak right up next to you before you noticed he was there. He overheard a lot of khaiki-exclusion secrets that way wandering around and listening to what the crew was saying not paying attention to who was around.

11/11/2009 2:46 PM

Blogger submandave said...

The back of the status board was a collage of the finest pultrichude available from choice tech manuals. The typical command following "Secure the Maneuvring Watch" was to "Rig for B**er".

While crossing the line the POD specified the uniform of the day for Wogs as skivvies. Based upon the evidence of ths COB sitting DOOW in the appropriate uniform I conceded to allow the Engineering watch section to do likewise provided they wore their TLDs and carried their poopy suits in case of a casualty. As for myself, being a "free" man at the time, I managed to use my belt, EB Green and a couple of Kim Wipes to construct a loin cloth. It was pretty fun for the first hour or so until the newness wore off, at which point it was simply a bunch of half-naked nukes standing a normal watch. That is, until the CO came aft.

I learned later of his looks of slow-burn anger as he stepped into AMR2UL to see the watch taking logs in his skivies, and how it grew as he found the EWS, ERS and ERUL similarly (un)atired. I saw for myself, however, the complete blank of shock and awe overcome his expression as he entered maneuvring to see not just a complete team on the boards stripped down to their tighty whiteys, but his EOOW donning a poor-man's Tarzan outfit. To his credit, he calmly asked just one question, "Did the Engineer give you permission to stand watch in this manner?" My answer, "No, Sir," was shortly followed by my 2MC anouncement for all hands to re-don poopy suits. He left and we never heard more about the incident, but we did gain some renoun as the "naked watch section."

11/12/2009 7:54 AM

Blogger Patty Wayne said...

Submarine Humor Inadvertently Transgressed

11/14/2009 1:08 AM

Anonymous Joe Alferio said...

On the 704 boat we had an old pressure gage that we'd taken the dial from. The dial became the CSM (Coner Stupid Meter).

The CSM was only pegged once. We were on station for several weeks and the CO (or Eng) must have felt that we Nukes were getting stale. We did a little down and up scram drill during a weekly ventilation PD trip. Naturally, the scram breaker wouldn't reset and had to be replaced. Fortunately, the RPM had a special procedure just for this. (You got to love those guys at NR!)

Anyway, were scrammed out for real, at PD, with just enough of a sea state that we can't stabilize the EDG long enough to get it synched.

Somewhere in the middle of replacing the malfunctioning breaker in time for a FRS, the COW calls back aft for a 2 compressor air charge. The EO never even relayed the order to the EOOW. And that, ladies and gentleman, was the one and only time that the stupid meter was ever pegged out.

Joe Alferio

11/17/2009 10:59 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was a strong believer in nuclear training and as such used to nickname all my EOOW's. One I used to call Bambi (because of his wide eyed looks), another I would call a different girls name everyday for an entire westpac (Charlene, Julie, Teri, Susan, ect).

I knew I was getting to him when the other JO's started calling back to find out what "her name is today" before turnover. I knew I had won when the Eng entered and gave "Bridgette" the rough side of his tongue for not reviewing chemistry in a timely fashion.

The only price I paid was a lump on the head when said JO started whining about not messing with him, I quickly to Sheila to can it, and she took the opportunity to thank me with a whack from the sound powered phone (since he was behind me I didnt see it coming). I tended to lean forward and turn around everytime I heard that thing being picked up for the next year or so but it was totally worth it.

11/22/2009 9:23 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

First underway out of the yards once the sea trials riders were gone, my buddy would swipe a couple people's poopie suits out of berthing and I would proceed to bedazzle the hell out of them with little multi-colored plastic jewels. This went on for several mid-watches until we finally got the COB.

11/27/2009 12:56 AM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Omment about "It will get better after ORSE" That ain't just sub fiction, thats Nuke Fiction!!

12/04/2009 12:43 AM

Anonymous Vagabond said...

After completeing prototype training at D1G, I was assigned as an ET3, to the USS Piper SS409 for about a year and a half and ended up doing a Med run on the USS Clamagore SS 343, yea guys, fleet boats! By this time I was a 2nd class, qualified in submarines and a work hardened expert on the SS2 radar. We had a chief CT (SPY) on board as lead ET until the day before we left, he got transferred and at 22, I was the goat! No sweat, I had been the lead ET on the Piper, so nothing new, except, we were doing war games with the entire sixth fleet at night. The CO was convinced that he could flare-shoot every damn ship in the sixth fleet so we set about the task. First off the fleet turned into two groups, and came steaming toward Malta, more or less from the Northeast and Southeast. Question of the day from the CO to me: Listen to these radar noises and tell me where the Saratoga is, north or south group... Since CTs do that stuff, I guess that the CO thought that the Chief had left his brain with me for safe keeping! So, having been under the gun before, I tried to look nonchalant and really into it, switching from one group of radar sweeps to another, eyes looking upward, nodding, frantically thinking what would happen when I picked the wrong group since I had no clue about how to distinguish anything in all of that noise. (a spinner 9 would have taken away all of the sweat that was forming on my brow). I finally had no choice other than to pick one because either way we had to get in position. "North group sir, the carrier is to the north" I almost convinced myself! As dumb luck would have it, the Saratoga was in the northern group. The story about what happened during our hunt and kill, is another tale from yesteryear... Vagabond

4/05/2010 5:43 AM

Anonymous MM1(ss) said...

Stealing and hiding the XO's door until the end of patrol.

"Cause of the alarm: A pair of pretty pink plush pantyhose were found protruding from the pressure switch, and prevented the points from performing."

4/26/2012 12:43 PM

Anonymous Jasmin said...

Really helpful data, thank you for the post.

8/30/2012 8:29 PM

Anonymous Julianne said...

Goodness, there is really much worthwhile data in this post!

9/22/2012 2:29 PM


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