Sasebo Silent Night

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by Lawrence F. Farrar

It was the afternoon of December 24, 1962 in Sasebo Japan, and Seaman Bradley Haynes was in a thorny mood. With most of their shipmates already on holiday routine, at 1500 Chief Bascom put Haynes and seaman Dirk Chandler to work wire brushing rust off the base of the ship’s crane. It struck Haynes as more like punishment than necessary maintenance. But what really rubbed the young sailor the wrong way was that he would also be pulling security duty that night–for the third time in two weeks. Why him? Not that he had any Christmas Eve plans; but the unfairness of it gnawed at him. Why him? He expected sentry duty that night would be miserable. Dampness hung in the air; the temperature was falling; and a thickening gray sky promised snow.

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Milk Duds

Milk Duds

by: Garland Davis

 

A gross-out post about goat dicks and fish assholes in a Facebook post reminded me of something that happened back in the day.  Sailors are ingenious and love a gross out.

I was assigned the collateral duty of Command Chief Petty Officer in a ship during the late seventies. It was only for about a month period while I was the senior member of the CPO Mess.  A BMCS reported a few days after this incident and became the SCPO.

The ship’s Executive Officer took his duties seriously, especially XO’s daily Messing and Berthing Inspection.  At 0900, each working day, the XO, the Command Chief, the Chief Corpsman, and a Yeoman, to take notes, would tour all berthing and messing spaces.  The XO was particularly concerned about sanitation in the heads.  He carried a mirror with which he inspected the commodes and urinals to make sure that the head cleaners were cleaning under the rims.

The shitters and pissers were stainless steel and a few were pitted and corroded from the salt water used to flush them.  The XO was adamant that this was filth and could be scrubbed off.  His constant comment to head cleaners was “this should be clean enough to eat from.”  The cleaners would scrub with greenies, steel wool, and the prohibited scouring powder, all with no progress.  The pits and stains remained and the XO wasn’t pleased. He often had a stream of LPO’s, Chiefs, Division Officers, and Department Heads trooping into the heads for lectures about sanitation.

One eventful day we were crowded into the aft crew’s head, which was Engineering Department’s responsibility.  The young FN head cleaner had been harangued each day about the condition of one particular commode.  He spent hours scrubbing under the rim of that unit to no avail.  On this particular day, the XO inspected under the rim of the shitter with his mirror and called the FN and told him to look and asked, “What is this.”  The FN looks, reaches under the rim and pulls out a brown object and says, “Looks like a turd, sir.”  Then he pops it into his mouth, chews and says, “But it tastes like a Milk Dud, sir.”

The XO turned green, gagged, said dismissed and high-tailed it to his stateroom.  That was the last Messing and Berthing inspection that he ever conducted in that ship. Subsequently, the CDO conducted Messing and Berthing Inspections in port and a designated Department Head did so at sea.

Within a few minutes, the story of the Milk Dud had spread throughout the ship.  Within an hour, the ships store had sold its whole stock of Milk Duds.  Any time the XO entered a space someone would take a packet of Milk Duds from his pocket and eat one.

The XO had the Chief Corpsman send the young head cleaner to the Yokosuka Naval Hospital for psychiatric evaluation and directed the Ship’s Store Officer to discontinue selling Milk Duds.

 

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

 

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“Chief Petty Officer Departing”

By:  Garland Davis

Chief petty officer (United States) - Wikipedia

At thirteen hundred the Petty Officer of the watch was directed to pass the word, “All hands not actually on watch fall in on the flight deck for Retirement Ceremony.  The Command Master Chief and some of the other Chiefs all dressed in Choker Whites formed the sailors into a semi-circle around a podium that was set up backing on the retracted hangar.

The ship’s Executive Officer came from the hangar and asked, “Are we ready, Master Chief?

“Yes sir,” replied the CMC.

The XO returned into the hanger momentarily and then reappeared with the Commanding Officer, the Supply Officer, the Food Service Officer and a grouping of other officers, all dressed in Chokers.  The CO went to the podium as the XO called, “Chief Petty Officer Gray, front and center.”

A Chief, also dressed in Choker Whites came from the hangar and stood at attention before the podium.  Chief Gray was retiring after twenty-six years’ service.

It was typical of retirement ceremonies.  Laudatory speeches were made by the CO, the Supply Officer, and the Command Master Chief extolling the service, dedication, and excellence of Chief Gray.  The Chief made a speech briefly cataloging his career, giving credit to the CPO community for the support and camaraderie, the professionalism of the officers he had served and the support of the men he led.  Everyone there except, probably, the new female CSSN and CSSA knew it was all a crock of horseshit.

The Food Service Officer was thinking ‘Good Riddance’ and planning his talk with new Chief where he would lay the groundwork for their relationship.  He was determined that the Division would be run by him and not the Chief.  After all, I am a superior officer and it is the Chief’s duty to obey my orders, but Chief Gray always had a reason why I was wrong or a reason to alter things and do it his way.  He also thought I am sick and tired of hearing about the Ney Award.  Just because he had won the award in another ship, he acted as if he was the only one who knew how to win an award.  I have great ideas to improve the galley, but when I told him, he looked at me as if I was crazy and then did as he wished.  The Supply Officer always seemed to take his side instead of mine.

The Supply Officer was worrying about what would happen to the S-2 Division with the loss of Chief Gray.  From reviewing his record, the new Chief had little experience in food service or as a leader.  Recently frocked to CPO, he had spent a good part of his career in BEQ and out of rate shore duty billets. He had been detailed to the Mess Deck Master at Arms force for his entire tour on the Abraham Lincoln.  He had not been active in the food production end of his rate since he was a PO3.  He was thinking that Food Service would take a lot more of his attention in the foreseeable future.

The Chief Engineer was thinking.  Good riddance.  Chief Gray had been a pain in the ass.  Always putting demands on the A-Division to repair galley equipment, as if it were essential.   Although, he did admit that Chief Gray was more knowledgeable about the working of Galley equipment than some A-Division Chiefs. And the constant working parties!  I don’t see why they have to load stores all the time.  At least once a week three or four firemen would have to be detailed to a stores working party.

The Command Master Chief was thinking that things would be a lot more peaceful in the mess without him.  He often contradicted the other chiefs and it galled when it was learned he was usually right. However, his archaic ideas of how a Chief was supposed to perform and act didn’t really fit into today’s Navy.  He was the only member of the Mess that wasn’t ESWS qualified.  When approached about qualifying, he said, “I’ve made it through over twenty years without a kiss ass pin.  Don’t need one now.”

Chief Gray maintained that CPO’s were no more entitled to special meals or special breakouts from the Galley than any other crew member.  On the CMC’s last ship, the CSC kept a case of steaks in the Mess freezer and any Chief could wrap a few up to take home.  When it was suggested here, his only reaction was a stare and a shake of the head.

Chief Gray had been a Chief for over sixteen years.  He declined to be recommended for and was never considered for advancement to Senior Chief.  Something must have happened in the past but the CMC was unable to discover what.

The XO was thinking, now I can get the menus I want in the Wardroom and turn it to fine dining without having to listen to why it can’t be done or it will cost too much, or the CS’s cannot do it because of a lack of utensils, improper equipment, or a lack of expertise.  He pampered the cooks with that antiquated galley watch system and insisting that they not be included on quarterdeck and messenger watches.  When I tried to change it, he ran off to the Food Management Team, which resulted in a visit and recommendations that made me look bad to the Captain.  I would have screwed up his final evaluations but the Ney Award nomination prevented me from doing that.

The CO was thinking, now I’ll not have to listen to the CMC’s complaints about the Chief Gray and his dealings with the CPO mess and the XO’s complaints about the food choices in the wardroom.  Although the XO does have some good ideas, Chief Gray probably knew best.  But all in all, under the CSC, food service on the ship has been excellent and the Ney Award nomination is a feather in my cap.  I’ll have to have a talk with the Suppo and the Food Service officer about keeping up the pressure for the next inspection.

The cooks were thinking collectively, that Chief Gray was a hardass, but he was fair and always backed them up when the Ensign tried to screw over them. The new Chief, on the other hand, didn’t seem to know a hell of a lot about food service and was already letting the Ensign run over him.  If he didn’t stand up for the cooks this was going to turn into lousy duty.

The PO1 was thinking, the new Chief is already giving preference to the females.  They will end up with the records and the easy jobs and the guys will get stuck with the shit jobs.  I’ve tried talking to him but he doesn’t seem to know a lot and always runs off to check with the Ensign.  He was thinking, “I already miss Chief Gray.”

The CO, XO, Officers and CPO’s went to the quarterdeck where the Chiefs formed up as side boys.  Chief Gray saluted the CO and said, “Request permission to leave the ship, sir.”

“Granted Chief.”

The Chief walked between the ranks of side boys as the BMC piped the side and the Petty Officer of the Watch struck two bells and passed, “Chief Petty Officer departing.”  Chief Gray faced the stern, saluted the colors and walked down the gangway for the last time.

He was headed for the Fleet Reserve Association Club where he had arranged a reception for the Chiefs.  He had also invited the Officers and some of the PO1’s who had helped him. He stopped at the end of the pier and looked back at the ship.  He was sure that someday he would miss the Navy, the ships, and all the bullshit.  But not today!

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

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George K. Mackenzie WESTPAC 1971-1972

George K. Mackenzie WESTPAC 1971-1972

By:  Captain James D. Barton (U.S Navy-ret.) Former Operations Officer USS George K. Mackenzie (DD-836)

 

The Western Pacific (WESTPAC) deployment of USS George K. Mackenzie (DD-836) began with the preparations typical of any other. After the shipyard availability in Long Beach ending August 3, 1971, we completed shakedown and began the grueling Refresher Training (REFTRA) cycle in San Diego. We honed our skills in gunnery and anti-submarine warfare, practiced our seamanship, operated in multi-ship formations, and fine-tuned our equipment under the adept leadership of Commander Curtis O. Anderson. All of this was in preparation for the deployment scheduled for November.

On November 11, 1971, refueled and our ammo magazines filled with ammunition for our 5-inch guns, we got underway from the Naval Station 32nd Street pier for what we thought would be a normal 5 ½ month deployment to WESTPAC. We passed Pt. Loma and the last sea buoy (1SD) and soon felt the swell of the ocean as we transitioned from the shallow water of San Diego Bay to the deep ocean canyons just offshore. It was a chilly day and partially cloudy. The weather was reasonable en route to Pearl Harbor and made the adjustment to “sea legs” a little easier for most crewmembers. Mackenzie was in company with USS John R. Craig (DD-885) and USS Chevalier (DD-805) for the trip west.

All three ships were Fleet Rehabilitation and Modernization (FRAM) I destroyers of the Gearing Class built at the end of World War II. They were an improvement upon the Allen M. Sumner Class with greater ASW capability, principally the Anti-Submarine Rocket (ASROC) launcher. Most importantly however, was that the Gearings at 390 feet in length were 14 feet longer than the Sumner Class. This meant we could operate for longer periods at sea because those 14 feet consisted of fuel tanks.

Our original transit plan west included a brief stop in Pearl Harbor for fuel and briefings after which we were scheduled to proceed directly to Guam. We arrived in Pearl Harbor on November 21st. After a brief 8 hour stop for fuel, and briefings at CINCPACFLT headquarters in Pearl Harbor where we picked up our WESTPAC publications, we were underway again around 6:30PM in our three ship task unit. Even though we did not need the fuel to make the transit to Guam, we were directed by CINCPACFLT to proceed to Midway Island to refuel; and then on to Guam. The reason for this was that the Fleet had changed its minimum on board fuel requirements to 50 per cent. Had we stayed with the original plan we would have been below the minimum by 10 per cent.

Our Task Unit arrived in Midway Island to refuel around 8AM November 23rd. The azure blue of the lagoon is almost indescribable. Those who did not have duty could go out and explore the island. After refueling and preparations to get underway, we left the pier headed to Guam just before 1700. The transit to Guam was smooth but long, nearly two weeks. We had a great Thanksgiving dinner underway on November 25th and we arrived in US Naval Station Agana, Guam on the morning of December 5th. Again we refueled, loaded stores and got underway around 1730 for the Subic Bay Naval Base, Republic of the Philippines. Our transit to Subic took us through the San Bernardino Straits, site of a famous naval battle in WWII.

We arrived in Subic Bay on the morning of December 9th and began six-day repair availability. This was standard for WESTPAC deployments. We also were required to re-qualify for naval gunfire support (NGFS) before proceeding to Vietnam waters. We did so at the naval gunfire range at Tabones. There we trained two teams which were called Blue and Gold. The plan for NGFS meant standing what was called port and starboard watches (one 4-hour watch section and one off on a 24-hour basis) each with one of our two gun mounts manned and ready for call for fire from spotters ashore.  After refueling on December 15th we were headed to Military Region IV in the delta region of South Vietnam. This is a hot and steamy area and was a hotbed of activity for the Viet Cong guerillas. A series of firebases had been established in that area early in the war. In some places these fires bases were nothing more than a raised up area in the middle of rice paddies with howitzers encircling the main camp. By 1971 US troop presence had been reduced significantly and US personnel ashore were assigned primarily to advisor jobs to the Army of the Republic of Vietnam (ARVN) or the Navy (NVN).

We anchored off the southern Vietnamese coast On December 15th opposite the U Minh forest and settled in for the familiar role of NGFS. The U Minh forest appeared to be a dense forest from our position a mile or two from the coastline. In reality, it was a relatively thin line of trees behind which were arable fields and marsh areas interlaced with canals for local boats. Our targets at times were Viet Cong structures or trails. Our primary mission was harassing the enemy which was beginning to mass in certain areas and to interdict where we could. Much of this was done with the aid of spotting ashore. Other times we fired at pre-coordinated targets. This went on day and night and we got used to sleeping through the gunfire whenever and wherever we could. Our guns caused the ship to shake and shiver. Generally, apart from an occasional rain, the weather remained good. We would leave station only to refuel, rearm or shift firing positions. It was a one-way deal. We did not receive any enemy fire. Uniform regulations were relaxed so rather than buttoned-up uniforms we were often in tee shirts and shorts with no battle gear. It was typical of WESTPAC deployments, but it was long and tiring work on station for nearly a month. We were getting ready for a break. Finally, on January 12th we were joined by USS Chevalier and we proceeded to Subic Bay. We moored in Subic in a nest of Destroyers to the Alava Pier at about 10:30 on January 14th. We had been gone from Subic Bay exactly one month having expended numerous rounds of ammunition in MRIV.

On January 20th after an on load of ammunition at the Naval Magazine Subic Bay, we were underway in the late afternoon, not to return to Vietnam but for a scheduled port visit to Kaohsiung, Taiwan. We arrived outside the Kaohsiung Harbor early on the morning of January 22nd and anchored awaiting a harbor pilot. He showed up about 1½ hours later and helped guide us to our mooring buoys where we moored around 10 AM. It was a busy and bustling port. We remained in port until the morning of January 26th. It was a great port visit and provided the kind of rest we needed. Upon leaving Kaohsiung, we were ordered back to the NGFS Range at Tabones where we arrived the next day. This was a requirement after a specified period away from the gun line but we were also firing the new 5-inch gun Rocket Assisted Projectiles (RAP) we had recently on loaded. These projectiles boosted our maximum range another 4000 yards from our maximum gun range to 22000 yards. We spent time practicing at Tabones with conventional and RAP rounds.

We anchored in Subic Bay on the morning of January 29th. We shifted to a pier side berth later in the day and remained there until the morning of the 31st for more firing exercises at Tabones. Around 8PM we got underway for Vietnam but instead of going to an NGFS station we proceeded to Yankee Station in the Tonkin Gulf for escort duties with USS Coral Sea (CVA-43). These duties were steaming in formation, providing gunfire support if required for the carrier and plane guard duties astern in case a plane went down. Support for these operations was in the normal four section watch rotation. The seriousness of these operations was clear on the evening of February 4, 1972. One of the aircraft from the carrier crashed after taking off. Mackenzie proceeded to the scene, found wreckage in the water and lowered the motor whale boat to conduct the search. After an hour of searching, no sign of the pilot was found and we were ordered back to station astern of the carrier. On February 18th Coral Sea was relieved on station and we were assigned escort duties for a transit to Subic Bay. We arrived there and moored at the Rivera Pier on Friday, February 18th for a tender availability with Gompers and some work with the shipyard.

On the morning of February 28th, we got underway and after a morning testing and calibrating the sonar, we were en route to Hong Kong assigned duties as Station Ship Hong Kong (SOPA Admin) which meant we were to provide the communications and administrative duties for Commander Seventh Fleet. It also meant we had senior shore patrol responsibilities for the port. We arrived in Hong Kong Harbor and moored alongside USS Rowan (DD-782) around 1100 on March 1, 1972 for Station Ship turnover. A fascinating port but expensive for the average sailor, we remained in port for 15 days. While Hong Kong is a liberty port, since we were SOPA Admin, we maintained pretty much a normal work routine. However, a liberal liberty policy was in effect for those not assigned to the duty section. We remained in Hong Kong until March 16th exactly two months before our scheduled return date to San Diego. SOPA Admin duties were shifted to USS Westchester County (LST-1167). After getting ready for sea we got underway at 0800. The plan was for another stop in Subic Bay before returning to the gun line off the South Vietnamese coast. Almost immediately after clearing the reaches of Hong Kong a flash message arrived directing Mackenzie to proceed at high speed to Subic to undertake a highly classified mission in the days ahead. In the early afternoon we kicked it up to 25 knots for the transit. Other than the Captain, Executive Officer, Operations Officer and a couple of Radiomen, no one knew what was going on. We arrived in the approaches to Subic Bay in the early morning of March 17th and stationed the special sea and anchor detail. We moored by 0800 in a nest of destroyers. Rumors were flying all over the place. Liberty was not permitted. A fuel barge came alongside, completing the fuel transfer and we were underway about 2 ½ hours later for the special mission.

After securing the special sea and anchor about ½ hour later, Captain Anderson got on the 1MC Announcing System to explain events within the bounds of security to the crew. That operation, he said, involved the intercept and tracking of an Intelligence ship which was coming from the south and was now in the vicinity of the Philippines on a northwesterly course toward the South China Sea.  On the world stage, on February 21, 1972 while we were in Hong Kong, President Nixon made his historic visit to China. While we aboard Mackenzie did not know it, during Nixon’s visit, one of the topics of discussion was disputed claims by the Chinese, the North Vietnamese, and The Philippines over islands in the South China Sea. One area in particular that was highly contested was the Paracel Island group.

The White House ordered CINCPACFLT to track suspicious Chinese movements at sea. Our assignment to intercept and track the Chinese intelligence ship was specifically ordered by the White House. Very few in the crew knew this ship was Chinese. We referred to it as North Vietnamese. The US intelligence community had reason to believe that the Chinese were beginning to build a presence in the Paracel and Spratley Islands. These islands and others, seized by the Chinese, are still being contested today. We followed the intelligence ship to Lincoln Island in the Paracels where we indeed saw activity ashore, including a large armed Chinese sailing junk offloading supplies. We turned over surveillance duties to U.S. Navy P-3 Orion aircraft on the early morning of March 24th. We proceeded to Yankee Station for duties with USS Coral Sea (CVA-43). We received word that Coral Sea was to head to Australia just prior to the WWII Coral Sea festival and that we would be one of her escorts.  While we were operating on Yankee Station all of that changed.

On March 30, 1972, the Easter Offensive (Nguyen Hue) began. The offensive began at noon when an intense artillery barrage rained down on the northernmost ARVN outposts in Quang Tri Province. Two North Vietnamese divisions (the 304th and 308th – approximately 30,000 troops) supported by more than 100 tanks (in 2 Regiments) then rolled over the Demilitarized Zone to attack Military Region I, the five northernmost provinces of South Vietnam. This marked the first employment by the NVA of mechanized units on this scale. With reduced U.S. presence and widely distributed ARVN forces, North Vietnam believed they could deliver a knockout blow. The 7th Fleet aircraft and ships were called into action and US Navy carrier presence increased in the Gulf of Tonkin. Mackenzie’s job was to escort the carriers which were now launching strikes against the NVA around the DMZ. That soon changed to targets in the north. The few US Navy destroyers along the coast conducting NGFS were called to support the ARVN in Quang Tri. By April 2nd with the situation desperate, President Nixon authorized sea and air strikes north of the 18th parallel. Surface strikes had been suspended in 1968 and air strikes during the Paris Peace Accords. As the offensive continued, the White House launched a massive counter-offensive in support of the ARVN forces and their US advisors.

On April 7th, with us itching to get into the fight Mackenzie was directed to proceed from Yankee Station and rendezvous with other destroyer units to form Task Group 77.1 under command of Commander Destroyer Squadron 13 embarked in USS Buchanan (DDG-14).  Other ships that made up Task Unit 77.1.0, the Surface Action Group as it was called besides Mackenzie and Buchanan, consisted of USS Strauss (DDG-16), USS Anderson (DD-786) and USS Larson (DD-830). This naval group was formed under the aegis of Operation Freedom Train, designed to perform hit and run strikes against targets in North Vietnam. In the late afternoon of April 7th, we made our first series of attacks as a surface action group against enemy positions north in the Dong Hoi Gulf in and around the coastal city of Vinh. Command infrastructure was terrible at sea with too many commodores and staffs who had little sense of the earlier Sea Dragon operations conducted for three years after the 1964 Maddox incident. The tactics employed by these staffs, ignoring lessons learned in the OPORDERS were going to get us killed. That came close to happening on April 8th. Once again we were formed into a column formation instead of a line abreast recommended by the OPORDER, this time our five ships were joined by three other ships, USS Gurke (DD-783), USS Hamner (DD-718) and USS Higbee (DD-806). In this “Freedom Train” of eight ships we were the caboose, last in the column. This was a daytime strike in light fog. We again executed a Corpen maneuver and we commenced firing about 1130. Almost immediately huge splashes were seen in the water in vicinity of Anderson and further up the column near the other ships ahead of us. The North Vietnamese were firing at the knuckle where each ship made its corpen maneuver and the rounds were landing close.  We turned away from the shore with the other ships in what can only be characterized as mass confusion, executing independent weaves to evade the incoming rounds while increasing speed to 30 knots. While we as well as the other ships had some near misses, none of the ships were hit.

After this experience, Captain Anderson aided by his trusty Operations Officer, “suggested” to higher authority we might want to read the lessons learned so as to avoid the mistakes of the past. Most of the senior leadership got it. Others did not and were relieved of their duties. After refueling and rearming, a new commodore COMDESRON 33 (CDS-33) embarked in USS Strauss (DDG-16) and relieved as CTU 77.1.0. On the morning of April 9th, all of the ships less Buchanan conducted another raid at enemy positions ashore. Again it was a daytime strike in no fog; but this time we approached in a line abreast vice a column and at the designated point we turned simultaneously, the Sea Dragon tactic, for the firing run. The lead ship and the last (us) were assigned counter battery suppression duties while the other five ships were assigned point target responsibilities, another Sea Dragon tactic. Somebody was reading. We encountered no hostile fire and Mackenzie expended no ammunition. These tactics continued day and night over the next several days as we alternated between GQ to normal watch stations to the holding areas where we would rearm and refuel.

April 12th brought ominous news from South Vietnam. While the PAVN was meeting heavy resistance they were driving against the ARVN on two fronts. On the 12th the North Vietnamese launched a third phase of the Easter Offensive, striking from northern Cambodia into the Central Highlands and aiming for Kontum City. There was not much we could do about that but it signified a further intensity to the war; and that we would be heavily engaged with our missions to bring pressure to bear on North Vietnam. On April 13th we were ordered to DaNang. Although we had not received anything official, rumors abounded that we would be assigned NGFS duties and then proceed to Subic Bay for our scheduled return to San Diego arriving there maybe a week after originally scheduled.

That did not happen. Instead, we went to DaNang to refuel at anchor around 0800 on the 13th. We were underway around 1500. Sure enough, we were assigned NGFS duties around the DMZ. This was different than our earlier NGFS duties. There were targets everywhere, artillery, troops and tanks. You name it. We were in close and we could see with the naked eye the battle raging ashore. Throughout the morning of April 14th, at GQ employing directed fire from spotters ashore, we fired about 400 rounds of ammo into concentrations of what were described as troops and equipment. We learned later that we had hit and disrupted a major staging area of enemy troops getting set to attack the perimeter of DaNang’ s defenses. Mackenzie apparently destroyed a major supply depot troop staging area and we killed hundreds of the enemy. The attacking force, about which we had been briefed, had been so disrupted it never occurred. We detached in the afternoon, to rearm and refuel before returning to the area, again in directed fire to clean up the remnants from the first mission.

We then proceeded to join Task Unit 77.1.2 under command of COMDESRON 15 embarked in USS Benjamin Stoddert (DDG-22), and comprised of additional units Craig (now repaired from its near sinking earlier in the month after being hit by enemy fire from the DMZ) and Hamner. In the early morning hours of April 15th our Task Unit began strikes along the North Vietnamese coast. But on Sunday the 16th we were detached to rendezvous with USS Long Beach (CGN-9) for Positive Identification Radar Advisory Zone (PIRAZ) duties as Shotgun which meant that we provided protection to the cruiser while it sat and identified air contacts and shot at MIG aircraft. It was a successful mission. We detached late on the 16th for rendezvous with Buchanan and others located closer to the North Vietnamese coastline. After refueling on the 17th we joined the Task Unit (77.1.2) made up now of Buchanan, Stoddert, Hamner and us. We were conducting gunfire operations again near the city of Vinh about 175 miles north of the DMZ. Vinh was a priority target because of its airfield, fuel storage sites and military installations including a PT boat base in the harbor area. There were also three offshore islands, Hon Mat, Hon Nhieu (Ngu) and Hon Me, known to have coastal artillery. The southernmost of these islands was Hon Mat suspected to have long range artillery hidden in caves.

We began our run at Vinh on April 17th in a line abreast at GQ around noon. We did not know it but this would be an exciting day, more so than any before. Mackenzie was the northernmost of the Freedom Train ships. We made a circuitous route beginning to the north with an exit strategy planned offshore from Song Lam river mouth. Vinh sits a couple miles inland on the river. At 1255 we opened up on Hon Me Island about 5 miles on our starboard beam from which we had been receiving what we believed was heavy machine gun or 20mm fire.  We ceased fire about 5 minutes later noting secondary explosions on the island. Having now turned to our firing course, our job was to protect the column to the north from counter battery fire which had begun from a position ashore. We engaged the counter battery while Buchanan and Stoddert continued their direct fire on the principal target, the PT boat base on the Song Lam, with their longer range 5”54 guns (approximately 6000 yards greater range than ours). Incoming hostile fire was noted all around our formation but all ships held steady with the mission. We noted secondary explosions in the vicinity of the target which we believed might have been coming from the oil storage area. Almost immediately we observed two incoming PT boats at a distance of 11000 yards, our maximum effective gun ranges. They were identified as Soviet-style North Vietnamese Project 183 (P-6) boats.  The boats were equipped with two twin 25mm cannons forward and aft (range about one mile) and banks of torpedo tubes port and starboard. The latter was the biggest threat. The torpedoes were advertised as having a maximum range of about 3 miles (6000 yards). To be effective they had to be launched much closer.

This meant the boats would be under the arc of our radar controlled guns. Being the closest ship with the best angle, we shifted targets with our aft gun mount (Mt. 52) with its two barrels from the counter battery ashore to the incoming boats which were being tracked at a speed of 45 knots. We held our speed in the firing formation at 17 knots. Because of this the PT boats were closing fast. At the Captain’s directions, the OOD maneuvered Mackenzie slightly to starboard toward the coast in order to bring Mt. 51 to bear on the boats. Now we could fire at them with four 5 inch guns instead of two. Over the course of the next few minutes we poured considerable 5-inch ammunition down on the boats in a mix of variable time fuse ammo set to trigger off the mechanical time fused explosions from the high capacity ammo we were firing. We were creating a wall of steel designed to kill the personnel on board and/or sink the boats. The lead boat soon went up in an explosion and the second boat turned to shore. By this time, the primary firing mission had completed, the task group commander ordered a turn and we were racing from the coast at a speed of 34 knots, weaving furiously as we were taking considerable incoming fire from the installations ashore and from the offshore islands. We continued firing at the second boat as we turned away. But we could not confirm a kill because we shifted our attention and fire to the counter battery sites which were landing rounds all over the formation. We later received confirmation of the second PT boat kill. About 1 ½ hours into the operation on the way out of the area, Buchanan reported being hit by incoming.  The shell penetrated the superstructure between the aft gun mount and missile launcher and exploded in the middle of the damage control party killing Seaman Leonard R. Davis and slightly wounding seven other personnel. Mackenzie had fired nearly 350 rounds of 5-inch ammunition during that short period.

On April 18th, Buchanan was detached to proceed to DaNang to tend to the transport of Seaman Davis’ remains and to get repairs done to the superstructure. Command of the task unit remained with the Commodore who shifted his flag to Stoddert. We were joined by Higbee as a replacement for Buchanan and our task unit proceeded to refuel and rearm. By this time Freedom Train Operations were being conducted by two SAG’s each under command of a Commodore (DESRON Commander). The numbers in the SAG’s varied from 3 to 6 ships and while often operating in close proximity to one another for mutual support, the SAG’s normally were separated by 50-70 miles. Other Destroyers were providing gunfire support, others missile duties and others still escort duties for the carriers. Very few if any ships at this time had the luxury of liberty port visits. Some would rotate to Subic Bay for repairs before heading back again.

After replenishment on the 18th, the Task Unit less Higbee proceeded back to the vicinity of Vinh. At one point it appeared we would go instead but we stayed with the northern Task Unit and Higbee joined the southern unit. As events would have it this would prove to be prophetic. Higbee joined with the 7th Fleet flagship, guided missile cruiser USS Oklahoma City (CLG-5), the guided missile frigate USS Sterett (DLG-31), and USS Lloyd Thomas (DD-764). Once back at the northern SAG, we set GQ again in the evening and proceeded to fire at targets in the vicinity of Vinh. After 45 minutes into the mission, we were once again under fire from counter battery as we left the coast. We noted splashes on our port and starboard quarters. For nearly four hours we fired at targets ashore and traded gunfire with North Vietnamese artillery sites. In all, we counted about 30 incoming rounds in the vicinity of Mackenzie and other splashes near the other ships in the SAG. After completion of the firing runs, we proceeded to replenishment for fuel and ammo. This was the long and tiring pattern of operations.

Early on the 19th, we proceeded out to sea for underway replenishment then worked our way back toward the holding area for evening strike operations. The southern shore area around Dong Hoi Gulf and that of Vinh were the two primary strike areas. First however, we moved to the southern sector while the southern unit refueled and rearmed in the late morning. When the southern SAG returned to the Dong Hoi sector we moved to the north. The SAG’s changed places in this way at times and rotated duties. Around noon on the 19th we had actually been at a location about 14 miles south of the Dong Hoi strike area but some 50 miles at sea. With the southern SAG’s return we slowly moved north to the Vinh holding area about 50 miles off the coast. By 1600, the two groups were separated by less than 50 miles. The atmospheric conditions were excellent because we could hear communications from the southern SAG as they conducted a firing run in the vicinity of Dong Hoi and were returning to the holding area. Oklahoma City was doing duty as a gun ship with its longer range 6 inch battery escorted by Higbee and Thomas. Normally, UHF communications are line of sight with ranges about 20-25 miles. Over the radio we heard lots of chatter from the southern SAG and we heard that they were under attack by MIG aircraft. We were riveted as the tense voice came from Higbee saying they had been hit by a bomb followed closely by the engagement by USS Sterrett with missiles against what turned out to be two attacking MIG-17 aircraft. Their apparent target must have been USS Oklahoma City with Commander 7th Fleet embarked. For some reason, the aircraft passed down the beam of Oklahoma City, dropped at least one bomb and it struck Higbee on the aft gun mount. No one was killed. Four sailors were injured. The ship had just evacuated the gun mount due to a misfire and no one was inside. Accounts of the engagement vary, North Vietnamese being different than American. Sterrett claimed one downed MIG and before it could get a second salvo against the other, the retreating aircraft was low over land and the fire control radar dropped its lock. North Vietnam claimed no losses. In the ensuing confusion Sterrett claimed it was being attacked by North Vietnamese patrol boats and took them under fire. This later proved to be not true. The North Vietnamese claimed also to have bombed Oklahoma City sustaining light damage but that has never been substantiated. As we listened to the voice reports of the battle, Oklahoma City did not report being hit. There was discussion via secure voice circuits about our SAG proceeding south to assist but that did not happen. We continued with our mission planning which included hitting the MIG airfield near Vinh that evening.

In the northern SAG we began our runs again at targets in the vicinity of Vinh from 1930-0100 on the 20th. Around noon we went in again for another strike for 1 ½ hours and once again from 1600-1730. One of these targets was Hon Me Island which Stoddert, Hamner and Mackenzie shelled repeatedly during the early morning hours of the 20th. Around noon we reattacked the area and shifted to a potential air threat which we engaged. We also fired upon and destroyed an enemy shore battery during counter battery fire. We then proceeded to the holding area to regroup for our evening operations. In the evening, having received intelligence that the North Vietnamese had positioned several PT boats at an anchorage near Cape Falaise, our SAG proceeded to the coast. Nearing the coast in the darkness we engaged and destroyed an approaching surface contact just before 2200. We shifted fire to the anchorage and support facility and noted secondary explosions as a result of gunfire from the three U.S. ships. The 21st, 22nd and 23rd were spent in the holding area off the coast resting as well as replenishing and rearming.

On April 24th, we had gotten the word that some carrier aircraft had severely damaged a coastal freighter and we were tasked to go finish the job and destroy the waterborne logistics craft which were offloading it. This was a job better left to aircraft we thought as we closed the coast without air cover in daylight. In a line abreast with Stoddert in the center and Hamner to its starboard side at 1000 yards and Mackenzie to port at the same distance, we approached the coast for the mission. It was a very clear morning. Stoddert commenced firing with its forward 5 inch gun in rapid fire at the surface contacts. Hamner and Mackenzie followed suit each firing from forward gun mounts as well. From the Bridge it was noted about four minutes into the mission what appeared to be dust in an area along a hillside just north of the target area. We soon determined that this was not dust at all but smoke from coastal artillery firing in the direction of the formation. Several splashes immediately landed in vicinity of Stoddert and then one incoming round penetrated Stoddert’s port bow obliterating the second painted “2”.

We were ordered to withdraw. Mackenzie was blocked from firing counter-battery by Stoddert. Hamner began its turn and commenced firing with its aft gun mount. We rolled in behind Stoddert as it turned away from the coast smoke billowing from the hole in the bow. As we passed behind Stoddert, drawing the enemy fire, we responded with our forward and aft gun mounts at the artillery ashore. The ship was then maneuvered away from the coast and commenced a weave at high speed. By this time, all of the incoming fire was being directed at Mackenzie. A number of hostile fishing/intelligence vessels lay ahead of us, so we steamed directly through them. In doing so, the artillery ceased fire long enough for us to adjust away from the coast at high speed. The three US Navy ships proceeded to the holding area and Stoddert began making repairs to its bow. The shell struck Stoddert forward in the windlass room. Although it was put out quickly, the resulting fire destroyed a medical storeroom and the degaussing cable. Later that night we refueled and rearmed.

Around noon the next day (25th of April), we were detached from the SAG to proceed independently to join USS Long Beach (CGN-9) for PIRAZ Shotgun duties again in the Tonkin Gulf well north of 19 degrees Latitude. Compared to what we were doing previously, this was boring duty but provided a rest even though we were in Condition III with one gun mount manned at all times. During this time Long Beach was credited with several MIG kills. On the evening of April 28th we were detached from PIRAZ duties and proceeded to rejoin TU 77.1.2 consisting now of Stoddert, Anderson and Mackenzie. By 2000 we were making a run at targets ashore and by 2240 we were engaged by enemy positions ashore as we fought a running gun battle with many splashes falling near the ship. In less than 20 minutes we had received over 100 rounds of incoming close aboard to the ship. At 0130 on the 30th, we re-engaged the targets ashore over the next 4 ½ hours but received no hostile fire. With so many days of combat, we were really getting tired from this continuous shifting between 3 section watches to GQ and back and in between refueling and rearming. Over the next day, operations continued until we were detached to proceed for Shotgun duties with USS Sterrett assigned to PIRAZ. On April 30th Sterrett‘s XO came aboard for briefings. The following evening May 1st, Captain Anderson and the Operations Officer were lifted aboard Sterrett‘s helicopter for meetings with the AAW team and CO of Sterrett. The broader construct of the operation was briefed; and how Sterrett was operating in a “Silent SAM” mode, targeting MIG’s with sensors from other ships and shooting missiles based on what was contained in the Naval Tactical Data System (NTDS). We also learned that the North Vietnamese had routed the ARVN forces and had captured the city of Quang Tri. We confirmed that the battle for Quang Tri began on March 30 with preparatory artillery barrages on the key areas of the province. PAVN infantry assaults supported by tanks overran ARVN outposts and firebases. The lightning speed of Communist attacks on those positions delivered a great shock to the soldiers of the ARVN, who were largely unprepared for the onslaught. The Navy’s job was to stem the tide and support South Vietnam.

On the early morning of May 2nd we detached from Sterrett and proceeded for refueling. Upon completion we were directed to head to Subic Bay. Perhaps, in spite of what we had been briefed, we hoped that this was going to become the overdue detachment to return to the U.S. We moored in Subic Bay at the Rivera piers on the morning of May 6th with Lloyd Thomas alongside. Since leaving Hong Kong on March 16th we had operated continuously at sea for 51 days, most of which was spent in intense combat operations. The ship needed a break. The crew needed a break and Subic provided that. On Monday May 15th, our availability was completed and we were underway a little after 0800. We had now been 6 months exactly on deployment and 10 days overdue from returning to San Diego. But we were headed to the northwest toward the Gulf of Tonkin unfortunately and not to the east and home. We had no idea when that would happen. There were simply not enough destroyers. We heard that help was on the way from the Atlantic Fleet but that would take time to arrive.

Instead of being ordered to North Vietnam for Freedom Train Operations, we were heading for Military Region I about 180 miles south of the DMZ to conduct NGFS for CTU 70.8.9, the Gun Line Commander. This didn’t seem to be as exciting to us as before. Again this was not going to be typical NGFS as we had known it before. This was the start of what was going to be the major counteroffensive operation. We arrived off the coast on the morning of May 17th and began our fire missions. We were very close to the coast, often within a mile or so to reaching targets farther inland. U.S. advisors were operating with the ARVN and South Vietnamese Marines. They were our spotters for indirect fire ashore. Missions were pretty much the same as when we had earlier been assigned NGFS except the numbers of rounds expended day and night were much greater. On the evening of May 18th, we moved off station to refuel and rearm. We returned, continuing to conduct these firing missions at a gunfire location called Point Heather until we were joined by USS Bausell (DD-845) which relieved us.

We then moved to a gunfire location called Point Angela. These stations were assigned to support ARVN forces ashore who were attempting to stop the PAVN advance south of the DMZ. Over the course of several days with Blue and Gold teams manned in four hour shifts, we hit targets ashore day and night. On one-night mission we received an urgent call from the U.S. Marine spotter ashore. After proper authentication, he declared an emergency for supporting his position ashore. In the black of night, he began calling in illumination rounds (projectiles with a parachute flare) from us so that he could better see his situation. His company-sized group was being attacked by at least a battalion-sized PAVN force in close proximity to the west of his location. After calling for fire and adjusting that fire forward of his position, he called for fire on to his own positions as he and his men sought whatever cover they could. His order to us after giving us the location of impact was “Keep firing until I tell you to stop”. We rained an enormous amount of 5-inch ammunition from both gun mounts (4 barrels) at a rate of fire of 15 rounds per minute into the coordinates he gave us. Our hope was that he and the South Vietnamese Marines he supported were going to survive. After 30 minutes of firing, he ordered Cease Fire, Target Destroyed”. Mackenzie’s guns had routed the attacking force; and we had not caused any casualties to friendly troops. We expended over 1500 rounds of ammunition. When the smoke and dust cleared and in the morning light over 250 North Vietnamese bodies lay on the battlefield.

Over the next few days, changes were in the air. We were joined by other units and Points Heather and Angela became a series of numerical station assignments as units provided NGFS and rotated off station to receive fuel and ammunition. In our NGFS group there were the familiar Pacific Fleet Cruisers and Destroyers, ships like Oklahoma City, Hull, Hamner, Thomas, Craig and others; and joined by others from the Atlantic Fleet, ships like Newport News, Cecil, Warrington and Mullinix (DD-944). On May 25th, we were on station with two other ships, Oklahoma City and Mullinix. Throughout the night we were firing at targets ashore in assigned sectors. This continued through the morning hours. In the afternoon we were firing at targets ashore when an engagement of opportunity presented itself to us. We spotted a column of PAVN tanks heading south near the beach. After securing permission, we engaged the targets at a distance of less than 3 miles and destroyed the column of tanks. That action filled us with a great degree of satisfaction as we could observe their smoking ruins. We had scored some nice results on this deployment. Our gunfire was accurate and most appreciated ashore. While we may have thought of ourselves as the “top gun” we never would have advertised it. Knowing it was enough.

USS John S. McCain (DDG-36) arrived on May 26th and COMDESRON 36 shifted his flag to it. In the late afternoon, USS John Paul Jones (DDG-32) arrived on station nearby and maneuvered to a position about 1000 yards from us. We lowered the motor whaleboat (MWB) and sent it to Jones to pick up a special passenger. At 1624 the MWB was alongside and the prospective Mackenzie commanding officer, then Lieutenant Commander Gordon M. Monteath reported aboard.  Commander Monteath had come from Richard B. Anderson (DD-786) as Executive Officer and had operated with us. Over the next several days in between gunfire missions and underway replenishment we began the briefing and turnover process for the new CO. We also became the escort ship for USS Newport News (CA-148), a World War II era 8-inch gun turret Cruiser. Newport News had three 8”55 gun turrets each with three barrels and packing a range of nearly 16 miles; six 5” 38 twin barrel gun mounts (same armament as Mackenzie); and six twin 3”50 gun mounts. It was an awesome display of firepower. When we were stationed 2000 yards or less nearby, you could literally feel the shockwave from the 8-inch guns.

On May 31st we left NGFS station in company with Newport News and Stoddert, as Task Unit 77.1.1, for strikes against North Vietnam in our old stomping grounds in the southern SAG area. Our three ship unit conducted strikes during which time we encountered incoming hostile fire on several of the missions. We conducted a surveillance mission with Stoddert about 60 miles north of the DMZ during early morning darkness on Saturday June 3rd. The Change of Command Ceremony was scheduled for the DASH deck beginning at 0830. It was a sad time for Curt Anderson as photos from the ceremony show. He wore his sunglasses throughout because of the moisture in his eyes. At 0850 Monteath relieved Anderson as Commanding Officer. At 1215, a helicopter from USS Savannah (AOR-4) hovered over the fantail and lifted Commander Anderson aboard. A half hour later, Gordon Monteath, Commanding Officer, took the Conn for an approach alongside Savannah, while the former CO, Curt Anderson watched from Savannah’s starboard Bridge wing. It was perfectly executed. The long blue line of command was intact.  In the evening it was business as before as we hit targets along the North Vietnam Coast about 115 miles north of the DMZ in company with Stoddert. The show must go on as they say. Operations in the north had changed somewhat since we had been last assigned there. On May 8th, President Nixon ordered the mining of North Vietnam’s ports and rivers in order to cut off the PAVN and North Vietnam’s supply lines. Nixon said that foreign ships in North Vietnamese ports would have three days to leave before the mines were activated; U.S. Navy ships would then search or seize ships, and Allied forces would bomb rail lines from China and take whatever other measures were necessary to stem the flow of material. Nixon warned that these actions would stop only when all U.S. prisoners of war were returned and an internationally supervised cease-fire was initiated. If these conditions were met, the United States would “stop all acts of force throughout Indochina and proceed with the complete withdrawal of all forces within four months.” The mining operations were not something new. During Rolling Thunder operations 1965 accompanied by Sea Dragon Operations, this same campaign had been carried out.

The Rules of Engagement (ROE) were changed to reflect all of this and while foreign ships delivering goods were viewed as enemies no hostile action could be taken unless first fired upon by them. We also had to be careful to plot the information as to where the mines had been placed. They were just as dangerous to us as they were to the enemy. Many foreign ships did not comply with the order to withdraw and remained in port to be bottled up and/or destroyed by air attack. These ships were not targeted necessarily but were alongside key target areas. Most of these mines were air-dropped by U.S. Navy attack aircraft in pre-calculated areas. On May 10th the U.S. Air Force and U.S. Navy carrier aircraft had already begun Operation Linebacker, the sustained bombing of North Vietnam’s military installations, storage facilities and transportation network. Freedom Train was over. Linebacker I took its place. The campaign was aimed to destroy the Communist ability to sustain its Easter Offensive by cutting off supply routes into North Vietnam and by stopping any PAVN reinforcements from entering South Vietnam. We continued the hit and run strikes with Stoddert, joined by Hull, until June 6th. On many more of our missions we were firing RAP to achieve longer ranges. On June 7th we formed as task unit, 77.1.2 with Newport News and Berkeley for strikes in the northern SAG area. On June 10th during a night engagement off Vinh we received considerable incoming hostile fire. It was a bit startling to many on the Bridge as some of the rounds were landing ahead of Mackenzie as we steered to avoid them with a weave. Splashes landed on the port and starboard sides ahead. We were beginning to believe that the North Vietnamese were using radar to guide their fire but on this occasion we had no confirmation that they were employing radar. On each occasion we returned fire in the direction of the incoming fire. This pattern was repeated on the following couple of nights. Normally the North Vietnamese gunners would wait until we were on our firing course before opening up on us. And when that happened our job was to return fire. On June 12th we rearmed and refueled and returned to the holding area for the next night’s activities.

Early in the morning of June 13th Newport News, Berkeley, Stoddert and Mackenzie formed for an attack in the Vinh target area. After completing a two-hour mission around 0230, we went to GQ again an hour later for another run in at the target area. On the first run we had received no hostile fire. Whether we had received intelligence information or whether they were simply changing things up is a mystery. We headed toward the target area at high speed at 0330. Mackenzie was assigned to the north closest to Hon Me Island. It was a clear night. Stars were out as was the moon and we could see the silhouette of the island and shore as we approached. Apart from some small arms fire from the island we encountered nothing of significance as we approached. Our job was counter battery. Newport News was the principal shooter. We finished the mission and were on our way out on a southeasterly course at 30 knots when it happened. At 0400 we saw gun flashes on the starboard beam from what we believed to be Hon Mat Island. All ships began receiving fire and we commenced our weave. Hon Mat was out of our gun range and even if it hadn’t been the target line was obstructed by Newport News to starboard. Electronic Warfare reported the detection of fire control radars to starboard. Almost immediately Mackenzie was bracketed port and starboard by intense incoming. Some of the rounds were impacting in the water with splashes above our radar mast. We knew the North Vietnamese gunners were using long range (15 mile) guns. We were feeling their effect as they were hitting around Mackenzie with deadly accuracy. All Bridge personnel except the helmsman and OOD hit the deck and took cover. The CO was in an exposed Bridge wing position under cover and ordering counter battery fire at Hon Me and Hon Nhieu Islands from which we were also receiving fire. The flashes, particularly from the air bursts were bright. Mackenzie kicked it up to 35 knots while weaving, actually overtaking Newport News. In the meantime, Newport News engaged the batteries on Hon Mat, cave guns we believed and reported several secondary explosions. Whether they destroyed the gun installations or whether they discouraged the North Vietnamese from shooting it was all over by 0446. Roughly 45 minutes of intense combat seemed like hours. We noted over 100 rounds of incoming in close proximity to the ship. There were many more around the formation. We did an assessment of damage and determined nothing significant. We had several areas of superstructure hit and innumerable amounts of shrapnel which hit the deck but no casualties and no significant hit.  As we secured from GQ thoughts ran through the crew’s minds about all of this. We were tired yet seasoned combat veterans long overdue from going home, a crew who wanted very much for all of this to be over and to be home. But for now, we still had a job to do. After rearming the next day, we were back at it again before midnight and again taking counter battery fire once more. And so it goes.

On June 15th we thought the order to go home had finally arrived. But rather than that, we were needed south. So, we departed Linebacker and joined Task Unit 70.8.9 for NGFS operations around the DMZ. For the better part of a week we conducted the same NGFS support we had done during our previous times around the DMZ against targets ashore in support of the ARVN troops. Every afternoon near sunset artillery would fire a couple of rounds at us and every time we would follow procedure and turn away from the coast while firing at nothing we had seen. On the evening of the 17th and morning of the 18th things really picked up. We joined a huge line of Destroyers and Cruisers and all night long we bombarded the coastline around the DMZ at pre-assigned targets. We were between Newport News and its 8 inch guns and Oklahoma City with its 6 inch guns. We felt the shudder every time they fired in close proximity interspersed with our 5 inch guns. All of this was in preparation for a counteroffensive assault by ARVN and South Vietnamese Marine troops against the PAVN positions. Just after dawn June 16th, U.S. amphibious ships appeared a bit out to sea from our firing line and began discharging troops in boats. It was like what you see in the movie D-Day. As the boats began making their approach we continued firing, joined by a massive B-52 airstrike along the coast. The concussion from these 500 pound bombs was something else. As the boats hit the beach and discharged their troops an assault wave of hundreds of helicopters roared in for a vertical assault simultaneous with a column of ARVN troops from the south. Over the next several days we were engaged in support of those troops with call for fire and direct missions against targets of opportunity. During one engagement we were shot at by PAVN tanks. We responded and destroyed them. Their rounds dropped short. Ours did not. The battle went back and forth. We were close enough to see engagements between ARVN and PAVN from our location offshore. The better trained ARVN gained the upper hand and rolled back the North Vietnamese. The Easter Offensive was coming to a close. The North Vietnamese had failed at great cost of men and material. It wouldn’t be until September 16th when ARVN troops recaptured Quang Tri but for all intents and purposes, the support roles for the Navy from our positions along the coast were coming to a close as the fight moved inland.  On the afternoon of June 21st Mackenzie was firing at targets ashore when we noted two incoming splashes on our starboard quarter. As we announced counter battery over the radio the other ships began their turn for the run out to sea which was standard operating procedure. The next set of events could have ended in catastrophe. Maybe the OOD, Mackenzie’s Operations Officer, was bored or maybe he was tired of running away from danger. But he delayed a bit to get a bead on the gunner ashore.  Another flash was spotted ashore. It landed closer than the first. At that point Mackenzie began to move away while taking a bead on the gunner. The third round landed right where we had been a minute before. But we were firing away and we noted huge secondary explosions from the artillery position. We had scored a direct hit on it and its ammo dump. We put 82 rounds of ordinance on the target. While maybe not prudent, Mackenzie destroyed a major enemy position that day. The line of ships was never again bothered by counter-batteryfire. There was one less enemy gun to worry about. We continued the fire support for another week in the vicinity of the DMZ.

On the evening of June 28th after one final firing mission, Mackenzie was detached to proceed to Subic Bay. We were beginning to think that this might be the one we had been waiting for. At 1320 on June 29th Mackenzie moored alongside John R. Craig at the Rivera Piers soon to be joined by Lloyd Thomas. On July 2nd Lloyd Thomas, Craig and Mackenzie were underway for our return from deployment. It was finally going to be over and only the long transit home which seems to take forever awaited us. The firing missions were over. The grueling ordeal of no sleep and continuous combat was completed. Mackenzie had fired 16,549 5”38 round of ammo against the enemy. We had supported troops ashore and accounted for one PT boat and seven waterborne logistics craft sunk; we had confirmed kills on four tanks and five artillery pieces. We killed hundreds of the enemy. We did our job. Now it was our turn to go home. We followed the same route home we had taken in November 1971. We refueled in Guam on July 5th and again at Midway Island on the morning of July 10th. We were underway at 1900. On July 13th we moored in Pearl Harbor and refueled. We remained overnight getting underway for San Diego early on the 14th with John R. Craig. Lloyd Thomas was home being homeported in Pearl Harbor. The transit to San Diego was a smooth one. Early on the morning of July 20th we picked up the outline of Point Loma on radar. That is a sight everybody on watch is looking to see. In fact, many crewmembers not assigned watch were anxious about the return home. Days pass slowly as you are headed back in anticipation that the long deployment will finally be over. On the Bridge or in CIC, many guys, Engineers, Weapons Department, Operations Department personnel and guys from the Supply Department would be up and about hoping to catch some first glimpse of home. It is almost like a cruise ship with all the passengers standing about the decks hoping to see some wonder. We set the sea and anchor detail and entered San Diego Harbor behind John R. Craig which would be the first ship to moor. Their job was to get tied up quickly so that we could moor alongside. They did a fine job. At 0936 on the morning of July 20th we were greeted by a huge crowd of well-wishers on the 32nd Street Naval Station pier, mooring outboard to John R. Craig. Our eight months of excitement had come to an end. We were home. The sojourn was over.

The author is a retired career US Navy Surface Warfare Officer whose assignments at sea include duty in all Line Departments in the Destroyer and Auxiliary Forces up to and including command of a Frigate. Ashore he served in key national policy positions on the staff of the Chief of Naval Operations.

 

 

 

 

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The Internet

The Internet

By: Garland Davis

 

March 12, 2014, is the twenty-fifth anniversary of the Internet. I remember the time before the World Wide Web took over my life. I was busy working trying to build a business. I spent many hours keeping business records, maintenance records and financial accounts by hand. There were archaic computer (although they were state of the art at the time), rudimentary word processing and spreadsheet programs. I remember when my life became much easier. I bought a computer that would run a decent word processor and spreadsheet. I paid almost a thousand dollars for it and a monochrome monitor. It used the smaller floppy discs and had a clock speed of eight (whatever that means). And it was obsolete by the time I got it home.

Before I started my business I was doing business consulting and working on a Master’s degree, taking classes at night and on weekends and spending every spare moment in the library doing research for papers. I wrote numerous drafts of assignments in longhand or pecked them out on a Commodore 64, which would, if you didn’t save to a floppy disk frequently, suddenly go blank and lose all your work. This was printed out on a 9-pin dot matrix printer. My instructors didn’t like this, so I retyped in on a Selectric typewriter. Now with this wondrous machine, I have virtually every fact known to man at my fingertips. The magic is in knowing how to find it. Professors no longer want “Papers” submitted. They ask students to e-mail their work.

I had a telephone book, a Yellow Pages Book for phone numbers and a hard-wired telephone connected to the local telephone company. A call to my mother in North Carolina or my wife’s mother in Yokohama almost necessitated a second mortgage on the house. Now if I want a telephone number, I find it online and make the call on the phone I carry around in my pocket for no cost. They get you on the upfront charges.

There were fourteen TV stations and there wasn’t much to watch on TV. I can now get over seven hundred stations (that is not counting the porn) and there still isn’t a lot that interests me

Books were expensive which made it necessary to wait for the paperback version. In those days, I actually borrowed books from the library. Now I have this wondrous machine that lets me find a virtual bookstore (Amazon) from the comfort of my home. There are thousands of book available, many of them free, others at discounted prices that enable you to pre-purchase books before the publication date (I would advise waiting until the release date. The price is usually reduced as the date approaches.) This coupled with an electric book (Kindle) that the manufacture insists has enough memory for three thousand five hundred books. The books are instantly downloaded directly to the reader via the internet. No waiting or watching for the postman.

During my Navy career, friends left for other ships or stations or I left for a new station. It was always in my mind to stay in touch. Maybe a couple of letters were written or we bumped into each other in a club or waved at each other over the gunnels as our separate ships transferred stores. Soon we lost track of each other. We both retired and settled into a new life. I know, I had many service acquaintances here but only a couple that I considered real friends. Sometimes I would wonder whatever happened to one person or another, but had no way, short of hiring a private detective, to track them down.

The computer and the Internet have enabled me to reacquaint myself with literally hundreds of shipmates and to become friends with people I had never met. It has allowed me to meet, both in person and on-line, men who shared my experiences in the Asia Fleet. Though we didn’t know each other, we experienced the same hardships of war and the same liberty ports. Those experiences as young men melded us into the men we became. Those who weren’t there do not understand. Those who were there are described with one word “Shipmate.”

People who give thanks to a deity often thank him for health, long life, wealth, family and friends. I would give my thanks for this machine and the internet. It has allowed me to look back at a life I loved and to connect with old friends and new friends who lived it with me.

Soon will come the time to make the trek to Branson, MO for another reunion of a group of old men who were out there on the far Pacific Rim, who fought the Vietnam war and won the cold war.

 

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

 

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Western Sea

Western Sea

By: Garland Davis

Sailor, look at me, look at my life,

You’re a lot like I once was.

Sailor, look at me, look at my life

You’re somewhat like I once was.

 

Sailor, look at me, look at my life,

You’re twenty-four

and there is so much more.

You now sail in the Asian paradise

That once belonged to me.

 

Love lost, at such a cost

Reach for things

that don’t get lost.

Like a coin that won’t be tossed.

Rolling home to you.

 

Sailor, sailor take a look at my life

I’m a lot like you

I had someone to love me

The whole day through.

One look into my eyes

And you know that’s true.

 

Sailor, I see from the look in your eyes,

As you run around the old home town.

Doesn’t mean that much to you,

as Asia means that much to me.

 

I’ve been there first

And you will not be the last

Look at how the time goes past

Now, I’m alone at last

Looking across the Western Sea

 

 

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

 

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Farts

 

By:  Garland Davis

 

There was a post on the Asia Sailor Face Book page about farts a few days ago.  Brought back a memory of an incident that I thought was pretty funny at the time.

 

MS2 Tree was a six foot four-inch-tall gangly fellow from Arkansas.  He was my Jack of the Dust in one ship.  He oversaw three storerooms a freezer and two chill reefers. He made breakouts to the Galley and received and stowed food stores.  He was a conscientious sailor.  He could usually be found in one of the storerooms or reefers.  I always knew that his spaces were neatly stowed, clean and squared away.

Tree was crazy about hardboiled eggs.  I always offered them on the breakfast menu.  Tree would always take the leftovers and stuff them in his jacket pockets and snack on them throughout the morning.  I guess you can tell where I am going from the title of this article.  Tree could drop a series of protracted farts that would gag a dung beetle.

I was in the Food Service Office when the XO opened the door and said, “Chief, the port storeroom hatch is open.  There must be something spoiled.  There is a foul odor coming from the storeroom.  I don’t think I have ever smelled anything that that terrible before.  Could you check it out?  We don’t want anyone getting sick.”

I said, “Aye, Aye sir.” and went forward to the storeroom.  I dropped through the hatch into the storeroom.  Tree was there restowing some stacks that had shifted.  I told him what the XO had said.  He said, “Chief, there ain’t nuthin’ spoiled.  I cut a little old fart right under the hatch just before the XO stuck his head in through it.”

Later in the day the XO asked if I had discovered what was causing the smell.  I told him that the situation was under control and the source of the smell was no longer in the storeroom.

 

Another story about Tree:  I had a fourth storeroom aft that was used to store paper plates, charcoal, and etc.  Reeves was scheduled to go from Yoko to Subic.  The Chaplain asked if I had any extra storeroom space.  The Chaplains from Yoko had donated items they wanted to get to the Chaplains at Subic.  Between the SKC and I, we were able to load a considerable amount of the items.  It was mostly disposable diapers, feminine napkins, and tampons.  All had passed their expiration date and had been donated by the Exchange.  (who knew that stuff had expiration dates).

Tree came to me and said, “Chief, that is woman’s stuff.  I don’t want to touch them boxes.  They make me feel dirty.”

I just said, “Okay Tree.  If we have to get anything from that storeroom, we’ll have a mess cook do it.”

Another time Tree was Watch Captain on one of the Galley watches.  CS1 Destefano was the Division LPO and Galley Captain.  I made a tour of the Galley and gave Destafano a list of items that needed special attention.  I told him to give particular care to the two Galley garbage cans and to make sure they were scrubbed out when they were emptied.  A short time later, I overheard Destefano telling Tree to make sure the Mess cooks scrubbed the garbage cans and to make sure they did a good job.

Later that afternoon, I walked into the Mess Decks and heard Tree speaking in a loud voice from the Galley.  I walked around the drink line and saw Tree holding a mess cook by the ankles with his head in a shit can.  Tree was saying, “Now ya’ll take a closer look and tell me if that sunufabitch is clean.”

Tree, just one of the characters I ran across in thirty years as an Asia Sailor.

 

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

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General Hospital and the A-Team

General Hospital and the A-Team

by: Garland Davis

It was one of the FF’s I served in.  I don’t remember which one.  We had an extended availability in Yokosuka.  I had a relatively untrained Galley crew and was spending most of my time in the Galley training the cooks in proper procedures and trying to get them up to working without constant supervision.  I didn’t spend a lot of time in the CPO Mess.  I saw more of the CPO Mess through the window from the Galley than I did as a member. I usually had coffee in the Mess Deck at 0500 and then helped the cooks through preparation and serving of breakfast.  After quarters, I would get the cooks started on the noon meal and work on my paperwork in the Supply Office.

In addition to my Food Service duties, I was also tagged with overseeing and coordinating the SRF and contract worker’s efforts rehabilitating the forward and after crew’s heads.   If I wasn’t in the Galley, I was in the Supply Office or walking around with a sheaf of blue prints and work orders attempting to control the work in the heads.  Hard to believe, but I was mostly discouraging them from doing the work.  A major weapons department cable run had to be accomplished first.  The cables were to run through the heads.  If I had let the head rehab go forward, the contractor doing the cable run would have just ripped it out to do his work. At the same time, I inherited supervising the head cleaners.

During lunch, I was again in the Galley supervising the serving of the meal and the operation of the mess deck.  I was almost never in the CPO Mess during meals.  During the availability, some of the operations department Chiefs became hooked on the soap opera, General Hospital.  Didn’t make me no never mind, I didn’t watch it and wasn’t forced to sit through it during meals.  The snipe Chiefs were into getting their “nooners” and didn’t watch it either.  The most time I spent in the mess was during the evening movie.

The availability ended and we left for paradise, Subic Bay to the uniniated, and then on to the I.O.  The first mail call after entering the I.O the Chief Signalman received a package from his wife containing a VHS cassette with five episodes of, you guessed it, General Hospital. The Command Senior Chief acceded to the request to show General Hospital instead of the movie.  It seemed as if every time I entered the mess someone was watching General Hospital. About the time everyone had seen it another cassette would arrive.

I wrote my wife and asked her to copy as many episodes of the A-Team as possible.  I had overheard some Chiefs saying that it was the silliest show on TV. The Chief BT and QM felt the same way I did about General Hospital.  I told them that I had an A-Team tape coming. I received a cassette with five episodes.  The BT, the QM, the MM, and the EN and I decided we would watch it one at a time.  Of course, there was a chorus of Chiefs complaining about having to watch the A-Team.  I appealed to the Command Senior Chief and he overruled them.  He told them that if they could hog the TV watching General Hospital then those of us who wanted to watch the A-Team could do so.

By the time the IO was over and we were back in Subic, there was no more General Hospital or A-Team.  Well, some of us were busy playing doctor with the girls in the Barrio.

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BM1 Herman’s Class “A” School

BM1 Herman’s Class “A” School

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By:  David “Mac” McAllister

BM1 Herman retired from the Navy in 1964 from Recruit Training Command San Diego, CA. One month later SR McAllister reported there for boot camp. I couldn’t help myself since boatswain Herman’s class A School had been at work in my life for a long time already.

Herman and his buddies, A.D., and Knifer, had been influencing me for as long as I could recall. They were always in for the holidays and other brief times over the course of my life and kept me amazed with sea stories of Japan, Hong Kong, Ceylon and other exotic places that would drive me afterward to the world atlas in order to keep up. Their uniforms held me in a trance like state, mesmerized by the white piping on blue, bright red rating chevrons and those multicolored rows of ribbons. Dragons on their rolled up cuffs as they drank beer smoked cigarettes and blew smoke up my butt. I couldn’t get enough.

When I was probably 12 years old, Herman was stationed on the USS Bausell DD845 out of San Diego. He had duty weekend and smuggled me aboard. I spent the entire weekend sweeping and swabbing while he supervised men over the side painting and preserving. Being the outer destroyer breasted out from the pier meant that if need be we would have been the one to sortie. As Herman explained this to me and his plan for me in that instance, I counter planned my stowaway strategy. By Monday, I was immersed and enthralled in shipboard life and ready to sell my soul and run off to sea.

Well after a very emotional venting of the spleen, I eventually settled into the mundane world of school work and looking forward to the guys showing up on unexpected occasions and rekindle my ever longing for the life of a sailor. Our relationship continued on until I finally was young and dumb enough to enlist.

I was at recruit training on the second day all decked out in my new four sizes too big dungarees, tennis shoes, ball cap and shaved head when Herman burst in the Barracks. Pointing his finger at me, he said “You, fuckin worm outside”.  Here he was retired, in uniform and pushing the envelope once again. Once outside he gave this sage advice: “Don’t volunteer for anything, keep your mouth shut, your eyes and ears open and stay out of 4013 because Choker Williams is a real mother fucker”. With that, he was gone and I never saw him again until graduation.

After graduation, while on leave, Herman showed up one day and held a sea bag inspection on me. He showed me what I should shit can and what I needed to get more of. Then we made it down to the Seven Seas Locker Club where he instructed me in the ordering of a new set of tailor made Gabs. From there we were off to Nasty City where he smuggled under age me into his favorite hangout and we drank beer.

Herman BM1 is gone now and serves in another Navy in another life; his ashes spread at sea in Naval Tradition by young sailors he never knew. Sailors that honored an old sailors request.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him for you see in addition to running a damn good A School Leo Herman was my uncle.

David “Mac” McAllister a native of California, now resides in the Ozark Mountains of Southwest Mo. Having served in Asia for the majority of his 24-year Navy career, he now divides his time as an over the road trucker, volunteer for local veteran repatriation events and as an Asia Sailor Westpac’rs Association board member and reunion coordinator. In his spare time, he enjoys writing about his experiences in Westpac and sharing them online with his Shipmates.

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From

From

by: Garland Davis

Asian Ocean sunset Digital Art by John Junek

I am from endless horizons, flying fish, sea spray; old worn out steel on foreign shores.

I am from days of monotony, water hours, moments of exhilaration; nights of troubled rest, long mid watches.

I am from where a friend is called shipmate; got your back, enough said.

I am from the dives and fleshpots of Asia; there we found lovers, sisters, mothers.

I am from a life others misunderstand; from a place that says let’s all do it again.

I am from a ship called she, a lady sway backed and gray; hated, loved, don’t speak ill of her.

I am from black coffee mornings; SOS breakfasts, roast beef suppers, horse cock midnights.

I am from sea stories that end with Mac-out and DBF Doc, tales of life in a world once called Siam; shared in the ether and at a place called Branson.

I am from a world, a life that existed for a few decades; lived it, loved it, miss it every goddamned minute of my existence.

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.

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