An event in the continuing saga of BT2

By Garland Davis

BT2 and the widowed Navy Wife (not WestPac widowed) who he was currently rolling around with were off tp the Air Force Commissary. Here he was acting like a fucking brown-bagger. She was a nice girl. He was hoping the ship left for WestPac before she sprang the trap.

BT2 didn’t feel so well this morning. His gut was roiling. She spent a good part of yesterday afternoon and evening teaching cake baking and decorating to a group of neighbor women and one MilkToast Pussy-Whipped husband.

BT2 called up that fucking Stewburner (Me) and invited him for a few Coldies.  Stew showed up with that skinny-assed MM.  The one who dived through the window of a moving 90 Yen taxi outside the Yokosuka Main Gate.

They had a case of cold beer, a fifth of Jack,  a ten-pack of Taco Bell tacos, and a half dozen bean burritos. It would be a miracle if his gut wasn’t fucked up this morning.

When they arrived at the Commissary, his girl said she wanted to run into the BX for a minute and would meet him at the Commissary.

As our valiant BT entered the store his Shit-Light came on, blinking furiously. He spied the Restrooms and as he stared to move toward then he shit all over himself. He scurried into a toiled stall, wiped his ss and cleaned himself up as best he could.

Just outside the toilets was a tank of what BT2 called Cripple Karts. He  figured shitty pants should qualify him. He fired up the cart and started shopping, probably leaving the odor of shitty drawers wherever he went.

He was ready to checkout when his girlfriend caught up with him. As hey were putting their purchases on the counter, she wrinkled he nose and said, “Something smells like dirty diapers!”

BT2 said, “Let’s get the hell out of here, I shit my pants.”

Her, “My God!”

As they departed the store, the PA system announced, “Clean-up crew to the Men’s Restroom, immediately!”

His ex-girlfriend (he figured),shaking her head,  removed at towel from the trunk and spread it over the passenger seat.

They left the base and started home. As they entered the freeway (I’l bet you guessed it), he shit himself again. The liquid shits took the path of least resistance, up his ass crack and half way uphis back with a great gurgling sound.

There was a hint of Taco Bell in the air!

The Ex (He was sure of it now) said, “Go into the back  yard and take off those pants.”

He thought, If anyone is looking out the windows of the two story houses surrounding the yard will see him with nothing on but a t-shirt, dancing around while she hosed him off with the icy water of the garden hose.

She said, “Don’t you dare use my bathroom. Use the shower upstairs.

As he climber the stairs, wearing only a t-shirt that was shot stained half was up the back He was dreading pulling it over his head when he shit all over the stairs…

by Garland Davis

bullfuck – A slurry of flour and water used to thicken soups and stews. Usually used as a shortcut method instead of properly using a roux.

I once saw a CS2 add the drippings from a roasting pan and half a cup of Beef bouillon base to three gallons of black coffee, ‘bullfuck’ it, and sell it as beef gravy.

by Garland Davis

Bt2 and his girlfriend, nicknamed Hank, were waiting on the corner to cross the street to Yokosuka Main gate. He called her Hank because he said the line, “Hank of Hair and a Piec of Bone,” from Jimmy Rogers’s song, aptly described her and her Mama should have named her Hank.

BT2 pulled a handful of Japanese coins from his pocket and separated the five and fifty yen coins. When he had them separated, he flung them out into the street.

Hank exclaimed, ” Whatsa Matta you? Why you throw money?”

They ain’t no good. them mother fuckers got holes in ’em!”

by Garland Davis

Many people subscribe to be notified when a new article is posted in Tales Of An Asia Sailor. In the last few days, some of you have questioned why you are not being notified. No one has been removed from the notification list. I have not been writing or posting!

I have been living with Parkinson’s disease for about 15 years. The reduced mobility was one reason I started writing Tales. In 2020, I was diagnosed with cancer and underwent a regimen of CHEMO and Radiation treatments. While being examined for cataract surgery in 2022, I was diagnosed with Macular Degeneration. My eyesight is failing. Every day, it becomes more difficult to see clearly.

I do not anticipate writing more or adding to the posts in Tales. I will keep the platform alive as long as I live. I’m unsure how long that will be; I will turn 79 in a few days.

You may read or reread the previous posts. I had always intended to take my life stories at sea and our liberties and publish them in book form, but the combination of my ailments and procrastination ran me out of time.

Thanks for reading and commenting on Tales Of An Asia Sailor!

Garland G. Davis, Chief Petty Officer, USN(Ret)

This was posted on Facebook by a Shipmate, Roger Korth. It is

It’s not a three day weekend, it’s not a super sale,

It’s a special story or sailors who set sail

It’s not the picnic table. or barbecue on the rail

It’s deep beneath the ocean, their grave tells the tale.

Not fields of crosses white on green, no flowers do you see

No groundsmen trim the hedges, no visitors walk or grieve

No fences rise to close them in, no canon folder rings

No tombs to see, no psalms to read, no hymns to them we sing.

This Memorial Day please take the time to look upon the sky

To thank the memory of the price they had to pay

Send a praise to clouds on high, to sailors far and wide

That gave their lives and willingly died, for people like you and I.

Stolen from Peter Yeschenko

Okay, who is going to admit that they went to Black’s Beach in San Diego! Lol.

There’s a sheer cliff you had to climb down to get to the beach…that’s what I heard anyways…

Stolen from Robert Stratton

I often reminisce about events I experienced in the Navy that were resolved without disciplinary action. In 1964 I received orders to the USS Nereus AS17, a submarine tender home-ported in San Diego, CA. The ship had a crew of about 900 officers and enlisted men. We also had several submarines tied up alongside us.

The food on the Nereus was great and plentiful. Take all you want, eat all you take. The supply officer CDR Goble was aware of food waste and wanted to know why. A petty officer was assigned duties as to where the sailors returned their food trays for washing. If you have uneaten food, the petty officer would take your name, rate, division, and why you didn’t eat your food.

The cocky sailor gave his information, then stated that the food tasted like shit.

Needless to say, when CDR Goble read those remarks, he wanted to talk with that sailor. When CDR Goble finished asking that sailor how long he had been eating shit, did his mom cooked shit for him at home, whether it was served hot or cold, whether it was a side dish or the main course, were there leftovers, etc.?

CDR Gobles office was in the supply office, and about ten sailors heard the conversation as CDR Goble intended.

That story spread throughout the ship; sailors answered honestly about uneaten food, and food waste was cut down to nothing.

2nd Story:

From day one, we were told that you don’t smoke while walking on the base or in a government vehicle. Sailors love to break rules, so if caught smoking by the base 1st lieutenant, you were given a bucket with sand inside. You would then walk around the base until for found someone smoking. Within an hour or two, you could not find anyone smoking.

There are many others, and they were called “severe emotional learning experiences.” Once adjusted to Navy life, it was a great experience.

I enlisted in 1962 when I was 22 years old and served for 26 years. Retired when I was 48 years old in 1988. Followed by a 29-year federal civil service career and fully retired when I was 78.

Not one regret!

SOMETHING YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW.

Stolen from Peter Yeschenko

On 21 October 1797, the 44-gun 204-foot US Navy frigate USS Constitution, also known as Old Ironsides, was launched in Boston’s harbor.

The USS Constitution was never defeated in 42 battles.

216 crew members set sail again in 1997 for its 200th birthday.

Although her construction was almost halted by a 1796 peace treaty with Algiers, the USS Constitution was launched-christened by visiting Captain James Sever using a bottle of Madeira.

It was actually the third attempt to launch her; the first was a month earlier, when the ship got stuck after moving only 27 feet.

Two days later she moved another 31 feet before getting stuck once again.

For the third attempt, workers made the launching ways steeper, which finally enables a successful event.

The public, which included several French aristocrats, was warned beforehand that the launch of such a large ship might cause a dangerously large wave, but none actually materializes during the event.

Stolen from Peter Yeschenko

We’ve all heard much about the Chinese Balloon in the last few days. Not the first time balloons have been used against us.

SOMETHING YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW.

THE JAPANESE BALLOON BOMB IN 1945.

Warren Hyde never served in the military, but his extraordinary effort in a remote part of Box Elder County, Utah, one day provided key intelligence in stopping a widespread Japanese attack on American soil during World War II.

On this day, 4 February 1945, Hyde, the county sheriff, received a call from Floyd Stohl, a rancher in the Blue Creek area.

While heading out to do his morning chores, Stohl spotted a strange-looking contraption that looked like a parachute floating in the air in one of his pastures.

When Stohl described the object to Sheriff Hyde, it immediately rang a bell in the sheriff’s head.

Sheriff Hyde jumped in his vehicle and raced to the ranch.

When he saw the object, he knew what he was dealing with…a weapon known as a Japanese “Fu-Go” bomb.

Between 1944 and 1945, the Japanese military launched an estimated 9,000 bomb-rigged balloons across the Pacific Ocean.

Carried by wind currents, the balloon bombs traveled thousands of miles to western US shores.

Hundreds were discovered up and down the west coast, and even as far inland as Indiana and Texas.

One killed six people in Oregon.

The bombs weren’t just aimed at killing people, but also at starting forest fires, something they never achieved, thanks in part to Sheriff Hyde and his wild ride.

On that February morning, Sheriff Hyde sprang into action.

He drove his car to the pasture as far as he could, then ran across the field, chasing the balloon as the wind carried it along.

When he finally caught up to it, he saw the bomb dangling below the balloon and knew he would have to be careful.

If he touched it, or if it touched the ground, it would detonate.

Sheriff Hyde grabbed one of the shroud lines, and when the wind picked up, it carried the balloon into the air…along with the sheriff, as high as 30 feet in the air.

He was eventually able to anchor it when it came back to the ground, and soon after, FBI agents and military personnel arrived to detonate the bomb and take the balloon away.

It was the first Fu-Go device to be captured fully intact, and the information it provided would lead to the end of the program.

Harrowing balloon ride aside, Sheriff Warren Hyde was a legendary figure in the Box Elder County, Utah community.

In June 1945, four months after his airborne adventure, Sheriff Hyde was summoned to the Utah State Capitol, where he was honored in a packed governor’s boardroom full of military officers, civilian defense leaders, state executives and others who had come to pay tribute to his efforts.

FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover wrote him a personal letter of thanks.