The Build – Reflections from an Old Docking Officer

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The Build

When you have sailed on submarines for most of your career, stepping outside of your comfort zone reveals many things about who you are. Most submariners have achieved a level of excellence that is demanded by the profession. You are operating a large ship that is designed to sink and do most of its work undetected. That requires each person to be multi-talented in addition to being subject matter experts. You may be cooking one minute and helping to put on a band-it patch the next. Your watch could be as routine as pumping water from one tank to another then suddenly shifting into a battle stations mode where multiple responses must be made in a split second with no time to analyze.

In other words, you can get a little self-confident. If you get really cocky, you may just decide to take another path and become a…

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Underway Again

Underway Again

By: David McAllister

(Sung to the tune of “On the Road Again)

Underway again

I just can’t wait to get underway again

the life I love is out at sea with all my friends

and I can’t wait to get underway again

Underway again

Goin’ places that I’ve never been

Seein’ things that I may never see again

And I can’t wait to get underway again

Underway again

a band of Shipmates out sailing on the high sea

We’re the best of friends

Insisting that the world just keep us carefree

And carefree is,

Underway again

I just can’t wait to get underway again

the life I love is out at sea with all my friends

and I can’t wait to get underway again

Underway again

From port to port we always do it our way

Were the best of friends

Countin the days until were back in Subic Bay

And from Subic Bay,

Underway again

I just can’t wait to get underway again

The life I love is out at sea with all my friends

And I can’t wait to get underway again

And I can’t wait to get underway again

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Ode To A Navy Career

Ode To A Navy Career

By Jerry Juliana

When I was but a young lad

Of 16 years plus one

I decided to join the Navy

For adventure and some fun.

 

They handed me a train ticket

Told me to get onboard and go

Learn to be a sailor

In the Navy town of San Diego.

 

For nine fast weeks, I marched

While carrying a Garand M-1

16 count manual, 5 and dive, and screw that white hat down,

Squared away before I was done.

 

Learned how to roll a neckerchief

And pack a green sea bag.

Stand rigidly at attention

And proudly salute the Flag.

 

Learned to speak like a sailor

Bulkhead, overhead, hatch, and deck.

Graduated and sent to school

And became a SONAR tech.

 

From Adak, “The Birthplace of The Winds”

To Keflavik, “Land of Fire and Ice”

From the sunny beaches of Hawaii

To three year tours in Japan, twice.

 

From The Land Of the Rising Sun

To the back alleys of Olongapo

Loved the nightlife on the Honch

Tasted the kimchee in Seoul

 

For years I proudly served

As a crewmember in a P-3

Surveilling the world’s oceans

Indian, Atlantic, Pacific, and Japan Sea.

 

Flying high above the waves

Monitoring sonobuoys patterned in rows of three

Searching for Soviet submarines

Cruising quietly beneath the sea.

 

Those glory days of long ago

Alive only in my mind

The days a lad would ask me

“Hey Chief, is this the kind?”

 

The memories of a career sailor live on

Captured on crusty old coffee mugs,

And with the help of friends old and gray

Passing around amber liquid jugs.

 

The “I shit you not” stories that are told

Each one saltier than the last,

Paint a life portrait of an old sailor

Lovingly reliving his past.

 

When my watch is over

And they lay me in my grave.

Taps will be played softly, while

Over my head, the Flag will proudly wave.

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Writing a Blog

Writing a Blog

By Garland Davis

I have been at this Blog writing business for a little over two years now. I have posted over eight hundred different posts. I have received many questions about writing and the Blog. I will try to answer some of them here.

Q. How long have you been a writer?

A. I started writing at five years of age when I could restrain myself from eating the crayons… My grandmother taught me to write. I guess she taught me to read also. Of course, I don’t claim that anything I have written is comprehensible.

Q. Where do you get ideas for your daily Blog post?

A. I was usually drunk and if I could remember the idea until I got to the keyboard, I would write something. Remember the subtitle of the Blog is “Crap, True and Not, That Has Wandered Through My Mind.” I no longer drink so crap wanders slower but is easier to remember.

Before someone asks. No, I am not a recovering alcoholic. I don’t have a problem with alcohol. I have a problem with Parkinson’s Disease. PD is a neuromuscular condition that limits muscular control. With PD it is extremely easy to fall. Drinking alcohol removes all remaining difficulty when it comes to falling.

I also publish things that my shipmates graciously permit me to use. I sometimes steal things from Facebook. (NOTE: If you post it on Facebook and expect it not to be copied, then you are a Tide pod short of a start on a full meal.)

Q. Do you plagiarize?

A. No, I rearrange the words.

Q. Have you ever been arrested?

A. Are you familiar with the provisions of the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution?

Q. Do you ever get writer’s block?

A. Why do you think I am writing this bullshit now? I ain’t got nothing else.

Q. Are you paid for writing?

A. If I had to depend on income from writing, I would be homeless and starving.

Q. Do you have sex regularly?

A. When I don’t have arm cramps. This question was by some perv.

Q. Since you have that gut, how do you trim your toenails?

A. I bite them off.

Q. If you are such a good writer, why haven’t you gotten paid or won any awards?

A. I don’t claim to be a good writer. Damn, that question just triggered a bout of writer’s block.

Q. Why don’t you write more about Subic and the Filipina girls.

A. I was drunk and don’t remember most of it.

Q. Do you think drinking contributed to you contracting Parkinson’s Disease?

A. Now That’s a silly question.

–Writing a daily Blog is like being married to a nymphomaniac. It’s fun for the first two weeks.

–My daily prayer: Lord grant me today’s idea and forgive me for yesterdays.

–I have been called to task for making comments and ridiculing the Navy’s policies on Gays and making tasteless jokes about gays. Such as, “Did you hear about the two gays who were arrested in Honolulu for molesting women? One would restrain her while the other styled her hair.” (NOTE: For some reason, I don’t have the same aversion to Lesbians.)

–I have come to realize that there is no subject I won’t attempt to write about except my wife, (She scares me.). I have written about my dogs, pussy, San Miguel, my hillbilly forebears, my illegitimate birth, pussy, San Miguel, the hair growing out of my ears, pussy, San Miguel, and the hair refusing to grow on my head. And oh yeah, pussy, I have written about pussy and BJ’s, let’s not forget BJ’s.

–Now, I want you all to recommend my blog to your friends, enemies too. If I can get enough readers, maybe someone will be foolish enough to pay me for this bullshit. (Note: I have been contacted several times about putting ads on the blog. It will not happen! I hate trying to read something interesting, (if you do a Google search hopefully you can find something more interesting than this bullshit) and fucking ads pop up all over the place.

–I must warn you about clicking on those ads, although they can be informative. I never knew there were so many beautiful Russian and Oriental girls pining to meet me. BTW; My wife said no!

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The Battle of Brandon Bay

The Battle of Brandon Bay
Artwork by Dale Byhre’.

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Artwork by Dale Byhre The newest of my Artwork involving the US Navy and its involvement in the Vietnam War. The painting depicts the Battle of Brandon Bay, which took place in January of 1973, off the coast of North Vietnam. The three destroyers that engaged enemy shore batteries were, the USS McCaffery in the lead, followed by the USS Cochran. The USS Turner Joy is completing a high speed turn into line and is bringing up the rear of the column.

Again, any interest or feedback is always welcome.

https://www.facebook.com/artworkbydalebyhre/?hc_ref=ARRzaDF

Dale

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What You’ve Made Of Me

John told me he wrote this as Constellation was being towed to the breakers.

What You’ve Made Of Me

By John Petersen

“I’ll be moving soon, the day they say is near

Has been a long time, yet I have no fear.

I’ve known for quite a spell this day would come,

this day that I would break ties and head for the Sun.

 

Many years I’ve rested, a rest needed yet not desired you see,

for I just want to continue to serve, to keep my country free.

I’ve sat here so quiet, within my hull silence echoes with no end,

no screaming turbines, no catapult offered for a jet to send.

 

No orders from the bridge to get that headwind right,

no Tomcats to send into an unknown fight.

Nothing more than memories of the sights, aroma, and sounds, I know,

are all I have now to take with me as the darkness begins to grow.

 

I have been home to countless thousands in all my years of devotion,

my walls of steel providing them all the security needed,

that that those thousands gave for my country to keep me in motion.

As my lines are cut for the very last time I ask of those who’ve set foot upon me,

 

do not grieve my demise, yet celebrate “what you’ve made of me”.

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One Last Visit

One Last Visit

By Garland Davis

I walk along the empty, deserted pier,

The old ship swings idly at her moorings,

“Permission to come aboard” I call to the silence,

But only the emptiness replies.

 

The cooks could be in the Galley,

Preparing a favorite meal.

The snipes could be in the pits,

Making the steam and the electricity.

 

Where are my shipmates, my friends?

Are they in their racks reading?

Or are they on the decks doing PMS?

In a while, I’ll take a look to see.

 

I wander through the passageways,

Looking in spaces and work centers.

They are as I remember.

Oh, but it is good to be aboard again.

 

I sit at a mess deck table

In the place where I always considered mine

I look around and see all the faces

Of all those I that I call shipmate.

 

I climb down the steep ladder

To the compartment that I once called home

Where I rested my head and listened to the guns

During a time in a younger man’s war.

 

I touch the chain holding the bunk frame.

An old gray blanket lays on the stretched canvas.

Where is the young sailor who slept here?

Is he in the mirror hanging there?

 

Will I see him as he was then,

Before his hair turned gray?

Will I see an old man’s reflection,

Or the young sailor of yesterday?

 

I walk slowly back up the ladder

And retrace my steps through the past

As I make my way toward the Quarterdeck

Where I request to depart for one last time.

 

Tomorrow the tugs will come,

And take her to the breakers

Where she will end.

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Random Thoughts from theleansubmariner… I lived

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I lived.
I could have chosen to stay in my hometown and learned a trade. I could have hidden from life’s greatest challenges and been safe. But instead…

I lived.
I could have worked harder to gain acceptance to a fine educational institution and maybe be part of a fraternity that I could look back on years later and think how special I was. But instead…

I lived.
I lived on a boat that was designed to defy the sea and all its challenges. I lived a life of sacrifice that often defied logic. Many of the people I lived it for didn’t even know I was doing it. Or cared. And hardly appreciated the gift. But despite that…

I lived.
I lived with men who left their own families and personal freedom to protect total strangers. I lived with them in a world surrounded by darkness and enemies…

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USS Iowa Bell

USS Iowa Bell

I received these photos by e-mail. The USS Iowa ship’s bell was returned from the Iowa State House to the USS Iowa Museum. Under a loan agreement with the Navy’s History and Heritage Command, the bell will remain on the ship for three years with an option to extend that loan.

My thanks to F. L. Farrar and Ed Nystrom for the photos of the bell.

USS Iowa Museum, Los Angeles, CA

Iowa (BB-61) was the lead ship of the last class of U.S. Navy battleships. The battleship was originally commissioned in 1943, and served during World War II, the Korean War, and through the Cold War. Iowa earned 11 battle stars during her career and hosted three U.S. Presidents, ultimately earning the nicknames Battleship of Presidents and Big Stick. Iowa was awarded to the Pacific Battleship Center on September 6, 2011 for display at the Port of Los Angeles in San Pedro, California – home to the United States Battle Fleet from 1919 to 1940.

On October 27, 2011, the battleship was relocated from Suisun Bay Reserve Fleet to the Port of Richmond, California for painting and refurbishment. On May 27, 2012, Iowa was towed underneath the Golden Gate Bridge on its 75th anniversary for final placement at the LA Waterfront. Iowa opened in Los Angeles on July 4, 2012 to a crowd of over 1,500 supporters and veterans at Port of Los Angeles Berth 87.

Ready for uncrating

Lowering the bell

The final display. The Iowa Bell was placed on display aboard the Battleship Iowa in San Pedro Thursday, February 22, 2018.

USS Iowa 1943

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Honey Bee and Stick Dogs

Honey Bee and Stick Dogs

By Larry Fordyce

Well you know, some things have changed in Yokosuka over the years but the last stop for every drunken sailor still stands with neon lights as bright as ever…

Thank you, Honey Bee for feeding drunken sailors. Who knows how long it has been there? It was there in 79 when I arrived… it looked old at that time. I sometimes wonder how many sailors before me bought them corn dogs before stumbling back to their ship in the late night or early hours of the morning.

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