Category Archives: Sea Stories

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A Wow Guy

There is this guy i met in 1985. He was a second class petty officer, a nuclear machinist mate. He was the Pacific Fleet Sailor of the Year. He had finished high in the military division of 1982 Iron man Triathlon in Hawaii.

Yesterday was his 59th birthday.

Amazingly, he worked for me, the top Leadership, Management, and Education (LMET) enlisted course on the West Coast. I was the Director of the LMET Department, my twilight tour in the Navy. He was on his way to becoming a Limited Duty Officer, which led to him retiring a bunch of years later as a commander who would have made captain if it had not been for Navy politics.

He is currently the Senior Vice President, Federal Solutions Group of Life Cycle Engineering, is married to a beautiful Scottish Lass named Sandra, and they have two beautiful daughters married to two impressive young men.

He has run innumerable triathlon’s, marathons all over the world, and been the number one over-50 Xterra Triathlon athlete (did i get that right, Peter?) in the country. He won the US Military European Golf Tournament four times.

i could go on…

And you know what? He is one of the nicest guys in the world. He even put up with me playing racquetball and golf.

Best of all, he considers me to be a good friend.

Happy Birthday, one day late, Peter Thomas. Keep on chooglin’.

roving man

he was a roving man,
a man of the sea,
chasing the women
in his ports of call,
wild,
except when he went to sea
and
became the get-it-done guy,
showing his expertise
in the ways of the sea;
some say he would talk to the sea,
which he did not deny;
and then,
his days at sea
came to an end:
he would talk to Amphitrite no more;
but
by happenstance,
he met his own goddess
and
he was wild no more;
the former roving man
settled down;
the two grew old together
and
they found joy
just in living, loving, caring,
needing no reveling,
no crowds,
just the two of them
living together,
which he discovered
is what love is all about.

Coming Home

Yesterday, the USS Abrabam Lincoln (CVN 72) pulled back into her home port of San Diego. It was a zoo. It nearly alway is a zoo when a ship that large returns from a deployment to the Southwest Corner, but this was the biggest zoo i’ve experienced since i first was stationed here in 1975.

i will not comment about the affairs of the Lincoln and the longest underway period in modern history, as Alan Hicks researched and verified, nor the impact of social and news media today. After the publicity began flowing and several Facebook exchanges, i realized it had become a political football. i try to refrain from such things (usually, but not always succeeding).

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I do know a good bit about ships returning from deployments. i personally experienced six of them on the arriving side and one as a greeter on the pier.

On thing that struck me. I was on the USS Lloyd Thomas (DD 764) when i was a third class midshipman in the summer of 1963. Before we pulled back into Newport from a 7 week underway period, the captain anchored the ship in Narragansett Bay, and boatswainmates and midshipmen including me were suspended from the weather decks and painted out the rust that had accumulated on the sides of the ship. We didn’t didn’t go into port until the job was done. That was comon practice then.

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The most lonely return was my first one. i had reported to the USS Hawkins (DD 873) in Malaga, Spain in late April 1968 as a brand new, wet behind the ears ensign. That deployment for me was short. We got underway shortly after noon, passed through the straits of Gibralta before sunset and arrived in Hawkins’ home port, May 15, 1968. i had been in the Mediterranean for half a day.

When we moored to the Newport destroyer pier 2, the pier was awash with relatives of the wardroom and the crew. The DCA asked me to help him as he was engaged to two women on the pier. i diverted the one by herself telling her the fiancé was still involved in damage control (ironic, huh?) while he met the other fiancé and her parents, then escorted her off the ship with her parents. When they left, he showed up for the one i was engaging.

Everyone left except the duty section left. Of course, the wardroom duty section consisted mostly of single officers, especially the only newbie ensign, aka me. Since i had used most of my leave before i reported aboard, i was the only officer who did not have leave the first two weeks or the last two weeks after we arrived.

i felt like the Lone Ranger…without Tonto or Silver.

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My other returns from deployments were much better. There were a few when i had that glorious time as a lieutenant commander bachelor when i came back from Western Pacific (WESTPAC) deployments when there was no one waiting. That was okay because i was single and back in San Diego.

In my other returns, someone was waiting. Certainly, my favorite was in 1984. That deployment on Yosemite was one of the most successful i ever had. It was a hero and heroine reception. Best of all, i had left my bride of ten days behind to join the ship in Mayport, except for three days over Labor Day, we had been apart for 7 1/2 months. Maureen was on the pier. It was a glorious feeling to see her.

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The only one where i was on the pier waiting for someone was in the late 80s. Daughter Blythe was here for her vacation time with us. She joined me on the pier. i have related this return before. To repeat:

JD Waits and i met in Perth, actually Fremantle, Australia in 1981 after i reported aboard the USS Okinawa (LPH 3). There are many stories i have posted here and many more to come about him or by him here.

One of the best is the one that came from my stumbling upon a find at a grocery store. It was in the early nineties. JD was the aviation maintenance officer for ASWWINGSPAC, an acronym i will not try to capture here. Due to a relief for cause of an aviation squadron (that, for non-Navy folks is not a good thing), JD was called upon to take the officer relieved as assistant maintenance officer on one of the carriers, i think it was the USS Constellation (CV 64) for a nine-month deployment to the Western Pacific (WESTPAC).

As they were preparing to get under way, i went to the Navy Commisary on the Naval Station to stock up in groceries for our family. In the back of the commissary, there was a freezer displaying a special. It was boxes of frozen “JD’s Fried Chicken.” The prominently displayed subtitle on the 6″x10″x3″ box read “Mostly White Meat.”

Perfect, i thought, and bought a box, presenting it to JD the next day. He laughed and took the gift. i’m guessing he cooked it before the deployment, but he told me he took the box with him and put it on the shelf above his desk in the maintenance shack. His maintenance division saw it and constantly made jokes about it, convinced it was a joke.

Now, after JD and i returned from our deployment on the USS Okinawa (LPH 3), we became close friends, share a condo in the Coronado Cays with a boat slip, we began to show up dressed as Jake and Elwood from “The Blues Brothers” Movie and named ourselves “The Booze Brothers.”

JD, in explaining the box, told his maintenance crew of his and my adventures as the Booze Brothers. The old sailors weren’t buying it, and it became sort of a running joke for the deployment. When his ship was returning to San Diego, JD’s wife, Mary Lou, was on family business in Virginia and unable to be there for the homecoming.

Our daughter Blythe was here from Austin during summer break. She helped me — actually did most of the real work — in creating a 3×5 foot sign. It read: “Welcome back, Jake. Elwood is cooking some JD’s Fried Chicken tonight for your Homecoming. It is mostly White Meat.”

JD was down in his maintenance office while the ship was mooring pierside at the North Island Naval Air Station. Blythe and i were in the crowd of dependents, loved ones, and friends of ship’s company on the pier. JD’s crew were standing in quarters on the flight deck when they spotted Blythe and i waving the sign. They ran down to the maintenance office and found JD.

They were hysterical, yelling “It’s true, it’s true. Elwood is on the pier waiting for you. His sign says he is fixing you JD’s Fried Chicken with Mostly White Meat tonight.

The Booze Brothers were a legend, but they and Blythe did not eat fried chicken that night.

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This rather lengthy post was motivated by the Lincoln‘s return to the Southwest Corner Thursday. Regardless of all of the political posturing and the turmoil produced by social and news media, those 5,600 officers and sailors who had ridden her for what must have seemed like an interminable time deserved a huge homecoming welcome. They got it.

To the Lincoln, Bravo Zulu, i.e. well done, and Bravo Xray, i.e. have an extra drink of rum (that’s old Navy stuff).

Memorial

i climbed my hill this morning just before eight o’clock. The day thus far was a seaport gray. i felt it was appropriate for this day designated to honor those who had died in defense and support of our country, our constitution. It felt somber:

The top of the hill also was an appropriate place to take time to honor those with whom i served and the others that had passed on due to their military service.

You aren’t likely to be able to see them, but on the coast to the left of Point Loma at the edge of our land, moored along the coast are the ships of the Pacific Fleet, i barely could make them out, but they are there. Appropriate.

i saluted the Ensign as it hung two-blocked on the flagstaff. i paused in the silence, and looked at the vista of homes of the affluent, nearly all with pools in their backyard and wondered if the occupants were also thanking the men and women who had defended their right to live as comfortably as they lived and if they understood what a wonderful government we have because it is governed by the constitution and should not be violated, in law, regulation, or spirit, the document those brave people had given their lives to defend.

At 8:00 a.m. exactly, i lowered the flag to half mast according to the tradition in U.S. Flag regulations. i stood back at saluted. i wore a ball cap worn on my last ship, the USS Yosemite. Although i was not in uniform, i used the cap as my reason for leaving the cap in place and saluting as i had innumerable times while in the Navy (instead of taking it off, holding it in my left hand and placing my hand over my hard, a civilian salute also accoring the the Flag regulations).

i stood in silence remembering military friends i have lost and all of the others with great affection. i especially thought of Commander Al Pavich and Major Marty Linville. They were two of my closest friends while i was in the Navy. Both passed over that bridge too soon, Al in 2022 and Marty in 2024, because what they suffered during Vietnam service.

i descended the hill. i will return at noon to two-block the Ensign, again according to U.S. Flag regulations.

As i descended the hill, i thought about how In the last week or so, my email and social media have been inundated with folks trying to use the day for honoring our lost military members to hawk their goods and services. “Sales” they call it. Sad i call it. i hoped they, at least for a moment today, honoring those folks who gave their lives for them. i hope all of us do.

This is a great country because of the constitution those folks defended. i hope we have the sense not to violate that constitution and the military members that defended it. We owe that to those we honor today.

coming home (with apologies to John Masefield and Robert Louis Stevenson)

the lone teenager walked down the creosote wood pier;
the visored lady warriors loomed over him;
he crossed the brow,
saluting the Ensign on the fantail
as he had been trained
before descending into the bowels of the ship,
returning to the 01 level below the bridge
to stand at parade rest
while his visored lady warrior stood out
of Narragansett Bay
to
his first time at sea,
which became his new home.

the wind combed his hair;
the night cold gave him strength:
the trail of the moon gave him peace;
while standing at the rail one evening,
the mistress of the sea reached up
to grab his heart;
the green water forging over the bow
washed his soul;
the doldrums taught him patience;
the stars to navigate by
showed him the way;
the heels and rolls of his warrior
brought him balance;
the thickened, old, black coffee
gave him endurance;
water spouts, flying fish;
dolphins playing across and under the bow;
clear nights with millions, millions of stars and planets,
the swish of the bow wake down the sides;
the dark clouds and their lightning;
the angry storms of immense proportion;
the cloudless days with light winds
with every hue of blue of the sea;
showed him awe-striking beauty;
eventually, he discovered the sea’s mistress
who had took his heart
would talk to him and he to her;
and
life at sea fit him.

finally, he left
his visored lady warriors and the sea’s mistress
to roam the roads of his world
for a while
before
he returned to the small town of his birth
in the heart of Tennessee
to be interred beside his folks:
he had finally come back home.