The Old Navy

The Old Navy

By Garland Davis


Did you ever sit around the work center or on the fantail and listen to a coffee logged Chief or a gut heavy First Class expound with horse shit crusted lies about something he referred to as “The Old Navy. You know the Navy in which we kids wouldn’t have lasted a half hour. It seems “Kids” was old coot speak any son of a bitch under the age of forty.

Something happened. Somewhere along the way, I joined the ranks of those old coots. It happened gradually. I don’t know when it occurred…you know when the stud I once was became the old goat I am. I used to envisage the old Navy as a bunch of guys with white or no hair, big guts, and packing an AARP card. (Boy, you know when you turn fifty, the assholes at AARP put out an APB on your ass.)

If someone had said at the time that I would look back with nostalgia on my days at sea and say things like, “The best days of my life,” I would have been convinced that the son-of-a-bitch was not right in the head. Time passing seems to cause me to remember things like cold and wet, bouncing off bulkheads in heavy seas, unwashed and smelly during water hours differently. We remember with affection painting acres of metal only to start all over once you are finished.


There were interminable nights spent in the fart, dirty clothes, and unwashed body aromas of unairconditioned berthing spaces. Sea stores and cigar smoke permeated almost every space, except for the magazines. Unlike Clinton, we inhaled, regularly. Whether you smoked cigarettes or not if you went to the mess decks movie and breathed, you smoked.

I wonder if the new, more sensitive, more diverse Navy has magic raisin bread. You know, the raisin bread that you could shake and all the raisins would run away.

Speaking of food, I never figured out the dumpster on the pier that was labeled “Edible Garbage.” Edible Garbage? Who eats that? Why cart it off to the pier? If it was edible all you had to do was leave it by the Boiler Room escape trunk. BT’s will eat anything, especially if you let them think they are stealing it.

A boomer bubblehead once wrote, “Man, if you ain’t been on 120 day submerged run without an algebra book or Vienna symphony tapes, you don’t know nothing about sea duty.” “Sweetheart, if you ain’t tied yourself into a rack on a Fletcher class can in rough weather, trying to read a fuck book while scratching your athlete’s foot on the bunk chains and listening to the fat guy in the bottom bunk farting, you ain’t been to sea.”

I love this shit. Some things don’t change when you get older. That’s right, I am not old and I didn’t get old. I am older and getting older. You know it when you hear someone at the reunion talking about six hundred pound, twelve hundred pound steam systems, punching tubes or cleaning firesides. And when you watch a show on the Discovery Channel about Taffy III at Leyte Gulf. You know those guys could tell today’s snowflakes something about “Old Navy.”

One of the great things about growing older is the reunions where we relive it vicariously, although maybe not remembered or told exactly as it happened. You know the guys, all they ever spent 120 days under was an LBFM.

Then one day, a Facebook shipmate calls to let me know that his wife cracked up at some inane horseshit that I wrote about the “Old Navy.” It seems to make it all worthwhile.

Christ, it was fun. Sorta like being turned loose in the Barrio with a ninety-six and a handful of purple Peso notes, you know the ones similar to Disneyland ride tickets.

And the world is good. North American bluejackets still live…Someone has the helm…And the Night Baker will be pulling the first of the cinnamon rolls from the oven in a few minutes



10 thoughts on “The Old Navy

  1. Vin Faris STGCS(SW) (retired) says:

    I’ve lived what you just wrote and like so many others, as I continue to grow older I miss those days more and more.

    USS Richard S. Edwards (DD950)
    USS Hamner (DD718)
    USS Brownson (DD868)
    USS Bronstein (FF1037)


  2. Mike Mulkern says:

    BTC Mike Mulkern (Ret). Yep, cleaning firesides every 600 steaming hours, and punching tubes every 1800 steaming hours.


  3. Even though his Navy was the “New Navy” to me.He hit it on the mark. I remember it all plus “going weightless” over my rack when the “T’s” bow dropped into the trough of a wave. I remember floating “Burning TP” down the shitter trough under the moaning drunks. I remember asking the bar gal her name and she would reply, “My Japanese or my Chinese name?” AH! Yes. The good old days.

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  4. Mid rats who could forget those walking on the bulk head on a dd while she rolled Forest Sherman Adams class it was a different navy back then thank god for that remember old sailors never die we just rust away


  5. Ray weaver retired 1983 rlp says:

    DD 687 age 17 in 1961, the best 5 year’s of my life, the UHLMANN was the last Fletcher class to be decommissioned


  6. Lynn mcmillan 3rd class BT says:

    No one mention cleaning the bilges under the boilers with hot steam lines or pulling the fire hose thru blower room and up the stack in rough water to wash boiler down for cleaning fire sides. We had a job to do and we had one hell of a clean and operational boiler. Proud of serving ,all ways short of crew ,4on 4off. What a learning experience.


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