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Farmer Crack-rear end posted:I'm curious to hear from some submarine veterans on why they chose submarine duty, and would they still have chosen subs if they knew then what they know now? And after 4 boats, and retirement, I'd still go submarines. The thought of being on some grab rear end surface vessel that's a target for anything from a sub launched cruise missile to some mental patients in a jihad speedboat is just too hosed up to contemplate. Missions in the early 80's and 90's were great, but when we were sent off the coast of some South American country to sit at PD for 30 days and listen for a fishing boat, supposedly smuggling THE DRUGS, just sealed it for me. Time to punch out. And: 688 as a museum? gently caress no. Maybe cut the sail off and plant it in someone's yard, that's about it.
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Koesj posted:drat, you were in during the salad days. Best liberty: Thailand. But only before the rest of the battle group gets there, then it's a loving wild west show. Our TMC was drooling over with the chick who did the razor blade show at the Caligula in Pattaya. He would not shut the gently caress up about her. I paid the mamasan for her number badge (that was a hoot, she couldn't not understand why I wanted the badge, and not the woman. Had my own, and she didn't have anything to do with sharp pbjects in the clam). So, we're back underway, about 3 weeks outside of P. TMC is still whining about that chick, and as the dive I've been listening to that poo poo for too long. I pull teh number badge from my pocket, and say "Oh, this chick?". Control goes deathly silent, and he comes over the planesman chair at me. Arms flailing, cursing up a storm, I'm in a ball laughing my rear end off, along with the control room party. COB storms in with the usual WTF pose. I still have that badge. Hat's off to you current folks, with all these chickenshit rules, regs and micromanagement (officer of the deck talking directly to operators on the Virginias? gently caress that) I couldn't do it. But, when you don't have a mission, the minutiae becomes the driving factor. Fav unclass story not involving Thai trim : Tied outboard some loving tender in Norfolk (we were a Groton boat), get some stores and poo poo after local ops, and before heading north on a spec op. Tide's ebbing, we need to get going immediately. At Manuevering Watch, I'm forward topside chief, and the tender decides to hold a nuke weapons security violation drill. So, no line handling support from the tender. Order comes from the bridge: "Cut the lines" (tender provided). I ask the talker to repeat the message. Captain leans over the playpen and yells "Cut the loving lines chief". Cheery Aye Aye. Fireaxe meets us at the weapon shipping hatch, and cutting commences. Tell ya, HY80 doesn't work well as a backstop for an axe. Commodore and tender captain on the deck yelling down to CO, man were they pissed. His response "I don't work for you". Goddamn that man had some sack. Seriously doubt that would ever fly now. Won the Battle "e" that year, successful op, Cap relieved at scheduled time and made admiral.
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Sacrilage posted:E: Great Thailand story by the way. Your razor chick (or her apprentice; she looked real young) is still in business as of 6 months ago.
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Nov 17, 2013 17:10
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In some of the bigger places, you'd tell the mamasan what girl you wanted by her number, which was displayed on a badge.
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Heh, frocked to 7 while underway for a northern run, initiated AFTER returning to Norfolk in December. Of course, I was the only one. Besides the months of selectee abuse, they ran me through bluenose 3 times. Goats. Also: gently caress towed arrays.
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