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A Tale of the Sea and Me (For Sam – Installment 37 or something like that

Notes from the Southwest Corner:

SAN DIEGO – With August madcap doings in the Southwest corner, I postponed my trip back home and missed a unique reunion in Newport, R.I.

Several sailors from my first ship, the USS Hawkins (DD 873) held an ad hoc reunion in Newport, RI. I was honored they asked me to join as they had been enlisted and I had been a junior officer. Allen Ernst, my leading sonar technician when I was Anti-Submarine (ASW) Officer, had found me in the intergalactic space of the internet about a year ago. I suspect he instigated including me.

Regardless, Allen, Robin Lewis, and Norm O’Neal took the lead, and R.J. Beihl, Bill Durbrow, Bill Carey, Bruce Coulture, and Rik Tuinstra completed the group.

They sent pictures and reports. Then last week, Allen forwarded me an email train from a discussion they had had at the reunion. The email detailed an incident I will never forget, including a seven page breakdown of the Navy investigation.

After completing a major overhaul in February, 1969, the Hawkins sailed to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba for “refresher training,” two-months of intense exercises to get the ship’s company back up to speed before operations.

ASW exercises with a real submarine were included. The USS Chopper (SS-342) was assigned to Guantanamo for these exercises.

The ASW exercises were actually a respite for me. Other duties required grueling 18-hour days. The ASW part was exciting and fun, and my first with a real sub.

Hawkins stood out of the channel February 11 and conducted engineering drills in the morning. General Quarters 1A (for ASW operations) was set immediately after the morning drills. I moved from the bridge to the small ASW/Sonar space in the after section of Combat Information Center (CIC). There was no time for lunch.

Quicker than expected, we gained sonar contact and began to track the Chopper.

Just finding a submarine with sonar remains magic to me. The sonar transmits sound beams, and if the beams hit the submarine, the returning echo alerts the sonar crew to the contact.

By maintaining contact, a good sonar team can track the sub, deducing course and speed and producing a solution to fire an anti-submarine weapon, such as a torpedo with some probability of actually hitting the submarine.

This did not occur often. We spent more time talking to the whales on “Gertrude,” our underwater telephone designed to communicate with other Navy ships and submarines, than actually locating submarines.

But this particular afternoon, we had good luck, establishing solid contact. We could actually see the submarine blip turning in circles on our fire control system.

Then the blip became progressively weaker and disappeared. We were stumped as to the cause, wondering what kind of maneuver the Chopper could have employed.

Within two minutes, the bridge reported the Chopper had shot almost completely out of the water, 100 yards off of our starboard beam, crashing back into the sea. It disappeared again briefly before bobbing to the surface.

The Chopper had lost its generator and electrical DC power. The sub’s down angle had increased to 15 degrees, then to 45 degrees and beyond. She had plummeted to over 1,000 feet below the ocean’s surface, dangerously close to her “crush depth.”

The emergency actions of the sub’s personnel finally took effect. The Chopper ceased its descent and began to rise. The crew couldn’t control the reverse ascent, and the sub was almost vertical in the water when it cleared the surface. She re-submerged to about 250 feet before finally bobbing to the surface.

Amazingly, she returned to port under her own power. The ensuing investigation determined she had suffered structural damage, and the Chopper was decommissioned a year later.

More amazing, no one received any critical injuries. This is even more startling in that the report reveals steel deck plates were not secured and were crashing about during the violent descent and ascent along with anything not tied down. The officers and crew carried out emergency procedures 90 degrees off the normal plane. It would be like doing house work in an emergency mode standing on the wall instead of the floor with furniture flying around.

The Chopper was just one of many impactful incidents during my Hawkins tour with those sailors. It was quite an introduction to anti-submarine warfare for this young officer.

I am still amazed.

Dreaming

Solon to the old man:

ah, old man,
do you ever stop dreaming?
even when you know,
unlike before, in your youth,
now that your time is over,
whatever you are dreaming
cannot become reality
because time is running out,
do you no longer dream
about what might be,
or rather,
what might have been?

Old man:

oh no, oh no,
dreaming is a gift forever;
it defies what more subjective folks
rely upon as truth;
when truth is, in reality,
what we choose it to be,
while
dreaming is what could be,
will be, is;
even now,
when i cannot make it happen,
i can dream
about wonderful things,
and
if i stop dreaming,
i fear i will be dead
before dying.

Solon to the old man:

 ah, dream on.

Sunset, Veteran’s Day

It is Veteran’s Day.

Sunset actually. i’m sitting on our patio with this view:

Mr. Martin, aka Bombay martini, and i are discussing the day.

It was a good day. i got a lot done. Completed the garden maintenance and most of the replanting. Cleaned up the grill. Posted what i thought was a hilarious post. Cleaned up some files, and, of course, took a nap. My dear bride brought home an unexpected surprise, pimento cheese spread.

So, Martin and i sat here contemplating if we should climb the slope to actually see the sun set. There’s always a slim chance of catching a green flash. But i’m settled in, and if i were to ascend the slope, i would be likely to spill Martin. That would be a shame. So we sat here and discussed things.

i thought about posting more photos of veterans to honor them but decided to stop. You see, i suspect most of us who are still around are just a bit embarrassed with the attention. Like me. My time in the Navy spanned 27 years with credit for just over 22 because i took time out to chase being the follow-on to Fred Russell and Grantland Rice.

My decisions to get in and then back in weren’t quite so noble. Facing an unexpected 1A — i wonder how many people know what that term means — i worked to get into Navy OCS rather than being a ground pounder in Vietnam. Then, getting back in was primarily a financial decision to ensure security for my wife and child on the way.

Oh, there were hard times, hard times. There was some sweat, some danger, and lots and lots of fun and satisfaction. Oh, by the way, i did fall in love with the sea and being a mariner. i also found satisfaction in what i thought was being a pretty good leader.

i have held for a long time one of the best things that could positively impact our country is for everyone, after turning 18, spend two years in government service. It wouldn’t work today for that to be all military service, but i think the mixing with other folks from all walks of life, getting the feeling of being involved, maturing for another couple of years, and being held responsible would be good for all of us.

But hey, i don’t know what most of you folks apparently know.

So i will sit here with Martin, listening to Mozart’s Symphony 33, watching the skies darkening and the horizon’s pink fading into the Pacific deep.

To all of the veterans i have run across in my life, regardless of your reasons, putting your life on the line for our country has gained my lifelong respect.

God bless America.