Excellent leadership isn’t hard… but it can be difficult.

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Excellent leadership isn’t hard… but it can be difficult.

There are probably hundreds of thousands of books on leadership written in every language on earth. In these books you will find words like “character”, “strength”, “wisdom”, and any number of words that define what competencies a leader should possess.

What makes an excellent leader?

It is always great to observe the rare occasion when all of the core competencies come together in a person that make them the one people choose to follow. This can happen regardless of their age, sex, race, background, or physique. They just managed to build the needed skills and competencies that help them to offer a path forward for the group they are leading. They are the ones who found the North Star, understood its significance, and show others the way to use that guiding element for success.

I have observed good and bad leaders…

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Lt. Collins Flag Day Speech

Lt Collins’ Flag Day Speech

(from “The Sand Pebbles”)

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As I’m sure most of you know, today is Flag Day, a day meant to honor the United States flag and to commemorate the Flag’s adoption.

Unfortunately, it is apparently more popular now to stomp on or burn the Flag, or not to fly it, because it may offend some fringe group or other…

The United States Flag is the third oldest of the National Standards of the world; older than the Union Jack of Britain or the Tricolor of France.

The flag was first authorized by Congress June 14, 1777. This date is now observed as Flag Day throughout America.

The flag was first flown from Fort Stanwix, on the site of the present city of Rome, New York, on August 3, 1777. It was first under fire for three days later in the Battle of Oriskany, August 6, 1777.

It was first decreed that there should be a star and a stripe for each state, making thirteen of both; for the states at the time had just been erected from the original thirteen colonies. The colors of the Flag may be thus explained: The red is for valor, zeal and fervency; the white for hope purity, cleanliness of life, and rectitude of conduct; the blue, the color of heaven, for reverence to God, loyalty, sincerity, justice and truth. The star (an ancient symbol of India, Persia and Egypt) symbolized dominion and sovereignty, as well as lofty aspirations. The constellation of the stars within the union, one star for each state, is emblematic of our Federal Constitution, which reserves to the States their individual sovereignty except as to rights delegated by them to the Federal Government.

The symbolism of the Flag was thus interpreted by Washington: “We take the stars from Heaven, the red from our mother country, separating it by white stripes, thus showing that we have separated from her, and the white stripes shall go down to posterity representing Liberty.”

The following speech from a movie is appropriate for today’s Blog post. There are many Americans who respect and honor the flag, who get a tightness in the chest, and watery eyes when we see the Stars and Stripes proudly flying from the yardarm of a Ship of War, or raised on the flagpole in some foreign land.

So this post is for those of you who are currently serving, have served, or who just respect and honor the Flag and what it stands for…

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“Today we begin cruising to show the flag on Tungting Lake and the Hunan Rivers. I want all honors rendered smartly.

At home in America, when today reaches them it will be Flag Day. For us who wear the uniform every day is Flag Day.

It is said that there will be no more wars. We must pretend to believe that.

But when war comes, it is we who will take the first shock, and buy time with our lives. It is we who keep the Faith…

We serve the Flag. The trade we all follow is the give and take of death.

It is for that purpose that the people of America maintain us. And anyone of us who believes he has a job like any other, for which he draws a money wage, is a thief of the food he eats, and a trespasser in the bunk in which he lies down to sleep.”—Lt. Collins

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Big Orange

Big Orange

By: Garland Davis

I was killed in the Nam,

My name does not adorn that wall,

I have not yet died, I still live and,

Walk the streets among you,

I was not killed by the Cong,

My country killed me instead,

There should be a wall with names of,

Those whose deaths attribute to the agent,

Known among us as Orange.

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Ten Commandments of the Flight Deck

Ten Commandments of the Flight Deck

An old Chief Aviation Boatswain’s Mate named Mose led his people out upon the flight deck. He bade them wait patiently while he climbed the mountain known as the island to confer with the Gods. After forty minutes he returned with the Ten Commandments of the Flight Deck etched in a wheel book:

TEN COMMANDMENTS OF THE FLIGHT DECK

I. THOU SHALT NEVER VENTURE UPON THE ROOF DURING FLIGHT OPS UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY, FOR THOU KNOWEST IT IS THE MOST DANGEROUS PLACE ON THE SEA.

II. THOU SHALT CARE FOR AND MONITOR DAILY THE STATUS OF THY FLIGHT DECK GEAR AS IF THY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT, FOR IT DOES.

III. THOU SHALT ALWAYS ENDEAVOR TO KEEP THY HEAD ON A SWIVEL, LEST THE TOMCAT’S TAIL OR THE CORSAIR’S MOUTH HURT THEE BADLY.

IV. THOU SHALT NEVER BE WITHOUT THY FLASHLIGHT AT NIGHT.

V. THOU SHALT NEVER WALK OR CRAWL UNDER AN UP TAILHOOK.

VI. THOU SHALT CARRY THE GOSPEL TO ALL ENDS OF THE SHIP THAT THE PORT CATWALK IS A NO-MAN’S-LAND DURING LAUNCHES AND RECOVERIES.

VII. THOU SHALT NOT ANGER THE HANDLER, NOR THE FLIGHT DECK OFFICER, NOR THE CATAPULT OFFICER, NOR THE ARRESTING GEAR OFFICER, NOR THE AIR BOS’N, NOR ANYONE THAT IS A SERVANT OF THE AIR BOSS.

VIII. THOU SHALT FOREVER RECOGNIZE THY RESPONSIBILITY, REGARDLESS OF PAY GRADE, TO DISPLAY COMMON SENSE AND A LITTLE INITIATIVE WHENEVER THOU OBSERVETH A SAFETY VIOLATION IN PROGRESS.

IX. THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE VIGILANT AGAINST THY INCESSANT ENEMIES: COMPLACENCY, EXPEDIENCY, IGNORANCE, FATIGUE, AND F.O.D.

X. THOU SHALT NEVER FORGET THAT THE BOTTOM LINE IS TO PROTECT THE NATIONAL INTERESTS OF OUR COUNTRY.

Carry out these commandments all your tour on the roof and thou shalt live a long and fruitful life.

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Dead Broke

Dead Broke

By: Garland Davis

Once in Western North Carolina, my uncle told me he was dead broke. I was just a little boy and had no idea what being dead broke meant.

“What’s dead broke mean?”

“It means you ain’t got no money. If a feller come down the road givin’ bonded whiskey away for free…I couldn’t’ afford a swaller!'”

You can’t get any broker than that… That’s bottom of the bucket busted.

At around $96 a month base pay and sea pay, a red-blooded American Seaman can reach ‘dead broke’ status with little effort. Beer at the slop chute and Beer Nuts and Slim Jims for supper regularly could wreck your personal finances rather quickly. The guys you went to school with, flipping burgers for two bucks an hour, never missed out on ten cents a gallon whiskey because all they could find in their pockets was lint.

You learned to innovate. A Seaman learned ‘between paydays survival skills’… It was either innovate or become a self-abusing, tee-totaling berthing space hermit. I don’t recall any of those in Vesuvius.

I remember one weekend when my snipe Fireman running mate and I were shifting pocket lint back and forth when we hatched a great master plan.

We scraped together close to twenty bucks. We hit up the slush fund, some asshole who had gotten himself restricted, and the old Chief Yeoman who was sitting around waiting for somebody to invent Viagra.

We changed the twenty into Pesos at the first money changer outside the gate and were off to find female companionship and beer for the weekend. Subic City and the Barrio were out of bounds in those days, but for a Peso, you could hire a couple of kid lookouts to watch for the Shore Patrol. We poured ourselves back across the Quarterdeck from the last liberty boat Sunday night with pocket lint and only one worry. We were dead broke and payday was over a week away We had promised our Honey-ko’s that we would see them next weekend.

Ninety-six a month, non-air-conditioned berthing spaces, one hundred fifteen men sharing the space, sagging bunks, worn out foul weather gear, old gut heavy Chief petty officers, asshole officers and the company of some of the finest men that ever lived.

Oh, to be nineteen again.

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The Time of Our Lives

The Time of Our Lives

By Garland Davis

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Old Charlie Dickens was talking about the French revolution, but everything he said in the quote can very easily apply to a brief tick of the universal clock, a period of about forty of our years. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have lived during the ‘60’s, ‘70’s, and ‘80’s. Serving in the American Navy, in the Far East was the cherry on the sundae.

We were young and hadn’t learned that there were things we could not do. We were fighting two wars. A cold war, that often reached a point that could have boiled over. We and our ships were often involved in those moments when things could have gotten out of hand. We were involved in a hot war where we spent interminable days drifting off the coast of Vietnam shooting at unseen targets and unaware of any damage we did. The days were long and hot, the food was passable most of the time and a full night’s sleep was a rare luxury.

The anticipation of the cold beer and warm girls waiting in the next port was the one thing that permitted us to retain a modicum of sanity or else caused our incurable insanity. The jury is still out on that one. Tell a civilian who never served and probably has never traveled more than two states over, a tale of a liberty in Subic or Pattaya. He won’t believe such events happened and will tell you if it is true you are crazy.

I have a brother who spent a few years in the Army. He was a Corpsman with a psychiatric ward MOS. He was stationed at Long Binh, the largest Army base in Vietnam. He worked in the Psych Ward at the hospital there. I was stationed in USS Mahopac in Japan. He came to visit me on his R&R. I took him to the Yokohama Seaside Club on Sunday morning for what we called “Vespers.” There were eight to ten of us sitting at a round table drinking and telling sea stories. After about three hours of this, we left. As we were walking home he said, “If half the shit I heard this morning is true, we are kicking guys out of the Army who aren’t half as crazy as you fuckers are.”

Asia has always fascinated sailors from the Anjin, Will Adams, Commodore Perry’s crews, Admiral Dewey’s sailors, the men of the China Fleet, the pre-WWII fleet in the Philippines and those of us in the post-war era.

It was a place where young boys could grow up almost overnight. Those laws regarding underage drinking existing in the various countries were ignored for the American Bluejacket. The sailors had money and would spend more in one liberty that the average monthly wage in many of the places we visited. The girls naturally gravitated to the sailors. The sailors could provide money to live, to buy pretty things, they were exciting and fun to be with. And the sailors came to love the girls. Many of us married Asian girls and brought them home with us or some just stayed in Asia.

The times that haunt our memories came to an end with the rising economy of Japan, the return of Hong Kong to China, and the eruption of Mount Pinatubo which ended our presence in the sailor’s paradise, Subic Bay.

The French writer Jean Larteguy calls it a Yellow Fever. Asia and its various lifestyles is a fever that we never overcame.

Would I do it again? As some sailor so fittingly put it, “Fucking A Ditty Bag!”

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MILITARY OLD AND NEW

MILITARY OLD AND NEW

1945 – NCOs had a typewriter on their desks for doing daily reports.

2016 – everyone has Internet access and a computer, and they wonder why no work is getting done.

1945 – we painted pictures of girls on airplanes to remind us of home.

2016 – they put the real thing in the cockpit.

1945 – your girlfriend was at home praying you would return alive.

2016 – she is in the same trench praying your condom worked.

1945 – if you got drunk off duty your mates would take you back to the barracks to sleep it off.

2016 – if you get drunk they slap you in rehab and ruin your career.

1945 – you were taught to aim at your enemy and shoot him.

2016- you spray 500 bullets into the brush, don’t hit anything, and retreat because you’re out of ammo.

1945 – canteens were made of steel, and you could heat tea or hot chocolate in them.

2016 – canteens are made of plastic, you can’t heat anything in them, and they always taste like plastic.

1945 – officers were professional soldiers first and they commanded respect.

2016 – officers are politicians first and beg not to be given a wedgie.

1945 – they collected enemy intelligence and analyzed it.

2016 – they collect your pee and analyze it.

1945 – if you didn’t act right, the Sergeant Major put you in the brig until you straightened up.

2016 – if you don’t act right, they start a paper trail that follows you forever.

1945 – medals were awarded to heroes who saved lives at the risk of their own.

2016 – medals are awarded to people who work at headquarters.

1945 – you slept in barracks like a soldier.

2016 – you sleep in a dormitory like a school kid.

1945 – you ate in a mess hall, which was free, and you could have all the food you wanted.

2016 – you eat in a dining facility, every slice of bread or pad of butter costs, and you better not take too much.

1945 – we defeated powerful countries like Germany and Japan.

2016 – we come up short against Iraq and Afghanistan.

1945 – if you wanted to relax, you went to the rec. center, played pool, smoked and drank beer.

2016 – you go to the community center, and you can play pool.

1945 – if you wanted beer and conversation you went to the wet canteen.

2016 – the beer will cost you $5.75, membership is forced, and someone is watching how much you drink.

1945 – the Canteen had bargains for soldiers who didn’t make much money.

2016 – you can get better and cheaper merchandise at K-mart.

1945 – we could recognize the enemy by their Nazi helmets.

2016 – we are wearing the Nazi helmets.

1945 – we called the enemy names like “Krauts” and “Japs” because we didn’t like them.

2016 – we call the enemy the “opposing force” or “aggressor” because we don’t want to offend them.

1945 – victory was declared when the enemy was defeated and all his things were broken.

2016 – we haven’t a clue as to what victory is or what it takes to achieve it.

1945 – a commander would put his butt on the line to protect his people.

2016 – a commander will put his people on the line to protect his butt.

1945 – wars were planned and run by generals who knew how to fight and win.

2016- wars are planned by politicians who haven’t a clue about fighting or winning.

1945 – we were fighting for freedom, and the country was committed to winning.

2016 – we don’t know what we’re fighting for, and the government is committed to social programs and political correctness.

1945 – all you could think about was getting out and becoming a civilian again.

2016 – all you can think about is getting out and becoming a civilian again.

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D-Day – June 6 1944

D-Day – June 6 1944

The Normandy landings were the landing operations on Tuesday, 6 June 1944 of the Allied invasion of Normandy in Operation Overlord during World War II. Codenamed Operation Neptune and often referred to as D-Day, it was the largest seaborne invasion in history. The operation began the liberation of German-occupied northwestern Europe from Nazi control and laid the foundations of the Allied victory on the Western Front.

Planning for the operation began in 1943. In the months leading up to the invasion, the Allies conducted a substantial military deception, codenamed Operation Bodyguard, to mislead the Germans as to the date and location of the main Allied landings. The weather on D-Day was far from ideal and the operation had to be delayed 24 hours; a further postponement would have meant a delay of at least two weeks as the invasion planners had requirements for the phase of the moon, the tides, and the time of day that meant only a few days each month were deemed suitable. Adolf Hitler placed German Field Marshal Erwin Rommel in command of German forces and of developing fortifications along the Atlantic Wall in anticipation of an Allied invasion.

The amphibious landings were preceded by extensive aerial and naval bombardment and an airborne assault—the landing of 24,000 American, British, and Canadian airborne troops shortly after midnight. Allied infantry and armored divisions began landing on the coast of France at 06:30. The target 50-mile (80 km) stretch of the Normandy coast was divided into five sectors: Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno, and Sword. Strong winds blew the landing craft east of their intended positions, particularly at Utah and Omaha. The men landed under heavy fire from gun emplacements overlooking the beaches, and the shore was mined and covered with obstacles such as wooden stakes, metal tripods, and barbed wire, making the work of the beach-clearing teams difficult and dangerous. Casualties were heaviest at Omaha, with its high cliffs. At Gold, Juno, and Sword, several fortified towns were cleared in house-to-house fighting, and two major gun emplacements at Gold were disabled, using specialized tanks.

The Allies failed to achieve any of their goals on the first day. Carentan, St. Lô, and Bayeux remained in German hands, and Caen, a major objective, was not captured until 21 July. Only two of the beaches (Juno and Gold) were linked on the first day, and all five beachheads were not connected until 12 June; however, the operation gained a foothold which the Allies gradually expanded over the coming months. German casualties on D-Day have been estimated at 4,000 to 9,000 men. Allied casualties were at least 10,000, with 4,414 confirmed dead.

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Torpedo Squadron 8 (VT-8)

 

Torpedo Squadron 8 (VT-8)

 

 

Over the weekend I read two stories in my local mini-paper that had me asking the question: When did “fairness” – as defined by somebody – become a necessity to civilized society? Not in the sense of basic fairness, life, liberty, and property, but in the obsession with EVERYTHING MUST be “fair” to the utmost degree possible and even then, we must continue to “work” to make it even more fair.

Seventy-six years ago, it wasn’t fair that the Imperial Japanese Navy outnumbered and outgunned the US Navy. It “wasn’t fair” that Torpedo Squadron Eight (VT-8) aboard USS Hornet (CV-8) was forced to fly in obsolete death traps in a hopeless attack that had no chance of success.

It wasn’t “fair” when VT-8 soared into oblivion. Today we recall not just their sacrifice, but the very meaning of the word. And the realization that without their sacrifice, the rest of that day would not have gone as it did. — Dave Bowman

Torpedo Squadron 8 (VT-8) was a United States Navy squadron of World War II torpedo bombers. VT-8 was assigned initially to the air group of the aircraft carrier USS Hornet, joining Hornet shortly after her commissioning in October 1941.

VT-8’s first and best-known combat mission came during the Battle of Midway on 4 June 1942. Flying obsolete Douglas TBD Devastators, all of Lieutenant Commander John C. Waldron’s fifteen planes were shot down during their unescorted torpedo attack on Japanese aircraft carriers. The squadron failed to damage any Japanese carriers or destroy enemy aircraft.

Only one member of VT-8 who flew from Hornet on that day survived in the action, Ensign George Gay. Ensign Gay was rescued the day following the battle. Torpedo 8 was afterwards awarded the American Presidential Unit Citation.

A list of the fallen:

  • Lieutenant Commander John C. Waldron
  • Lieutenant Raymond A. Moore
  • Lieutenant James C. Owens Jr.
  • Lieutenant, junior grade George M. Campbell
  • Lieutenant, junior grade John P. Gray
  • Lieutenant, junior grade Jeff D. Woodson
  • Ensign William W. Abercrombie
  • Ensign William W. Creamer
  • Ensign Harold J. Ellison
  • Ensign William R. Evans
  • Ensign Henry R. Kenyon
  • Ensign Ulvert M. Moore
  • Ensign Grant W. Teats
  • Robert B. Miles, Aviation Pilot 1st Class
  • Horace F. Dobbs, Chief Radioman
  • Amelio Maffei, Radioman 1st Class
  • Tom H. Pettry, Radioman 1st Class
  • Otway D. Creasy Jr., Radioman 2nd Class
  • Ross H. Bibb Jr., Radioman 2nd Class
  • Darwin L. Clark, Radioman 2nd Class
  • Ronald J. Fisher, Radioman 2nd Class
  • Hollis Martin, Radioman 2nd Class
  • Bernerd P. Phelps Radioman 2nd Class
  • Aswell L. Picou, Seaman 2nd Class
  • Francis S. Polston, Seaman 2nd Class
  • Max A. Calkins, Radioman 3rd Class
  • George A. Field, Radioman 3rd Class
  • Robert K. Huntington, Radioman 3rd Class
  • William F. Sawhill, Radioman 3rd Class
  • J.D. Manning, Machinist’s Mate 3rd Class / turret gunner in Ensign Earnest’s plane (noted above).
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USS Frank E. Evans

USS Frank E. Evans

USS Frank E. Evans (DD-754), an Allen M. Sumner-class destroyer, was named in honor of Brigadier General Frank Evans, USMC, a leader of the American Expeditionary Force in France during World War I. She served in late World War II and the Korean War, and Vietnam War before being cut in half in a collision with HMAS Melbourne in 1969

June 3, 1969, USS Frank E. Evans (DD 754) collided with the Australian Aircraft Carrier HMAS Melbourne (R21) and was cut in half. The forward section of USS Frank E. Evans (DD 754) sank in 1100 fathoms of water within two minutes.

Seventy-four lives were lost. USS Frank E. Evans (DD 754) was struck from the Navy Register in 1969.

ENSIGN ALAN HERBERT ARMSTRONG

SEAMAN JAMES ROBERT BAKER

YEOMAN THIRD CLASS ANDREW JAMES BOTTO

RADARMAN THIRD CLASS THOMAS BELUE BOX

ELECTRONICS TECHNICIAN THIRD CLASS JAMES FRANKLIN BRADLEY

ENSIGN ROBERT GEORGE BRANDON

SEAMAN APPRENTICE HARRIS MELVIN BROWN

BOILER TECHNICIAN SECOND CLASS WILLIAM DANIEL BROWN II

CHIEF HOSPITAL CORPSMAN CHARLES WILLIAM CANNINGTON

RADARMAN SECOND CLASS CHRISTOPHER JOHN CARLSON

SEAMAN MICHAEL KALE CLAWSON

SEAMAN DANNY VICTOR CLUTE

YEOMAN THIRD CLASS JAMES RICHARD CMEYLA

ELECTRONICS TECHNICIAN THIRD CLASS LARRY WAYNE COOL

SEAMAN PATRICK MICHAEL CORCORAN

SEAMAN APPRENTICE JOE EDDY CRAIG

ELECTRONICS TECHNICIAN (RADAR) THIRD CLASS JAMES WILBURN DAVIS

SEAMAN APPRENTICE LEON LARRY DEAL

SEAMAN JAMES FRED DYKES III

SEAMAN APPRENTICE RAYMOND JOSEPH EARLEY

GUNNERS MATE THIRD CLASS STEVEN FRANK ESPINOSA

SEAMAN APPRENTICE STEPHEN DONALD FAGAN

SEAMAN APPRENTICE WILLIAM DONALD FIELDS

SEAMAN APPRENTICE ALAN CARL FLUMMER

SEAMAN APPRENTICE HENRY KENNETH FRYE

SEAMAN FRANCIS JOSEPH GARCIA

SONAR TECHNICIAN (SURFACE) THIRD CLASS MELVIN HOLLMAN GARDNER

SEAMAN APPRENTICE DONALD EUGENE GEARHART

BOATSWAIN’S MATE THIRD CLASS PATRICK GENE GLENNON

SEAMAN APPRENTICE KENNETH WAYNE GLINES

SEAMAN APPRENTICE JOE LUIS GONZALES

SONAR TECHNICIAN (SURFACE) THIRD CLASS LARRY ALLAN GRACELY

SEAMAN APPRENTICE DEVERE RAY GRISSOM, JR.

SEAMAN APPRENTICE STEVEN ALLEN GUYER

RADARMAN THIRD CLASS TERRY LEE HENDERSON

CHIEF ELECTRICIAN’S MATE EDWARD PHILIP HESS

RADARMAN SECOND CLASS GARRY BRADBURY HODGSON

SEAMAN APPRENTICE DENNIS RALPH JOHNSTON

SEAMAN APPRENTICE JAMES WILLIAM KERR

CHIEF BOATSWAIN’S MATE WILLIE LEE KING

CHIEF RADARMAN GEORGE JOSEPH LA LIBERTE’

RADIOMAN SECOND CLASS RAYMOND PATRICK LEBRUN

RADARMAN FIRST CLASS EUGENE FRANCIS LEHMAN

SEAMAN APPRENTICE ISAAC LYONS, JR.

SEAMAN APPRENTICE DOUGLAS ROY MEISTER

SEAMAN APPRENTICE ANDREW MARTIN MELENDREZ

SEAMAN FREDERIC CONRAD MESSIER

SEAMAN APPRENTICE TIMOTHY LYNN MILLER

ENSIGN JOHN TOWNSEND NORTON, JR.

ENSIGN GREGORY KOICHI OGAWA

SEAMAN APPRENTICE MICHAEL ANTHONY ORLIKOWSKI

INTERIOR COMMUNICATIONS ELECTRICIAN SECOND CLASS LINDEN RUSSELL ORPURT

LIEUTENANT JUNIOR GRADE DWIGHT SCOTT PATTEE

SEAMAN APPRENTICE CRAIG ALLEN PENNELL

SEAMAN APPRENTICE JEROME PICKETT

YEOMAN SECOND CLASS EARL FREDERICK PRESTON, JR.

BOILER TECHNICIAN THIRD CLASS LAWRENCE JOHN REILLY, JR.

RADARMAN SECOND CLASS VICTOR THOMAS RIKAL

BOATSWAIN’S MATE SECOND CLASS GARY LOREN SAGE

RADARMAN THIRD CLASS GREGORY ALLAN SAGE

SEAMAN APPRENTICE KELLY JO SAGE

SEAMAN APPRENTICE JOHN ALAN SAUVEY

BOILER TECHNICIAN FIREMAN APPRENTICE ROBERT JAMES SEARLE

FIREMAN APPRENTICE GERALD WAYNE SMITH

SEAMAN THURSTON PERRY SMITH, JR.

SONAR TECHNICIAN SECOND CLASS JOHN RAYMOND SPRAY

LIEUTENANT JUNIOR GRADE JON KENNETH STEVER

SEAMAN APPRENTICE THOMAS FRED TALLON

RADARMAN SECOND CLASS RONALD ARTHUR THIBODEAU

RADARMAN THIRD CLASS JON WAYNE THOMAS

SEAMAN APPRENTICE JOHN THOMAS TOLAR

QUARTERMASTER THIRD CLASS GARY JOSEPH VIGUE

RADARMAN THIRD CLASS CON WESLEY WARNOCK

SEAMAN APPRENTICE HENRY DENNIS WEST III

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