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'Odyssey' 1982 | |
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'Odyssey' 1982 | |
There are a lot
of special moments that touch a boat sailor's heart... Intimate moments in time
long
remembered, that define us as what we were and remain to this day. We will
carry such memories
until our final sleep... Moments that can only be fully
appreciated by the men who wore twin fish
and went to sea in submersible ships.
-- Bob "Dex"
Armstrong
| Engineering:
Machinist Mates
Mike 'Animal' Andrews, Ken 'Splash' Ballard,
Jeff Suplica, |
Command: Chief of the Boat RMCS(SS) Butch Morgon |
Medical Thom 'DOC' Grieb |
Weapons: The
Torpedo MEN Dave Fox, Alan Ward, Bob Wilson, Tom Hayter, Mark Quinlan |
Operations: The
Radio MEN Dan Dahms, Fred Siefert, Barry Taylor |
 Mike Derocher |
Operations:
Clerical YNCS(SS) Knox |
Operations:
Navigation Greg Williamson, Bill Cook, Mike 'Big Bird' Rehmeier, Richard Lee |
Operations: 'A'
Division TJ Knight, Guy 'Free Flood' Freeman, Bob Brolliar |
Operations:
Clerical PN2(SS) Gary Robertson |
Operations: Mess
Specialists Kirby McMillan, Dwayne Denbow, Jeff Heck, Dave Howard, Steve Smith, Dan Crum |
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There was no disciplinary stigma attached to being a mess-cook... If you were not yet a qualified submarine sailor and you were E-3 or below, you mess-cooked... It was that simple. Non-rated, non-qualified men were worthless creatures incapable of standing an independent watch. In the spectrum of humanity, non-quals were positioned at the absolute lower end of the pecking order, along with single cell forms of life found on the first two pages of high school biology books. -- Bob 'Dex' Armstrong. |
Engineering: Da
Chiefs Pete Peters and Pappy Poulson |
Operations:
Internal Communications Roy White, Tony Wright, Bill Sorensen, John Sheehan |
| Operations: Navigational and Surveillance Electronics  Lee ' Leebo' Johnson, Mike 'Puffer' Herrin, Wayne Pickett, Brian 'Woody' Woodson, Bill Brehmer |
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This shot was taken on 4 Aug 82. That's 'BJ' Johnston and Smitty enjoying a jug of BJ's "Petite Starboard Red". Bilge Wine-made in the Torpedo Room starboard shallow bilge. I made 4 gallons of this stuff during the big run in 82. On half-way night, we loaded the aft bug juice machine with the stuff. The Chop was the only member of the crew who didn't know where the wine was coming from. He told me that if he ever found the responsible sailor, there would be a court martial. Immediately after that, myself, Tom, Smitty, and a few other lower-level watch-standers commenced to drink all of the evidence One fine Navy Day, Bob Wilson (TMCM) came down to the room to borrow a rag. I was on watch and the bilge wine was being stored in the rag can. Before I could stop him, Bob opened the can to get a rag. Instantly the entire Torpedo Room smelled of wine (we vented the wine continuously to prevent an explosion). Bob asked, "Johnston, what's that smell?" I replied, "Its a special cleaner we made up to clean the tubes, Boss." Wilson smiled and departed the TR. Minutes later he returned with a coffee cup. "Johnston, I made a real big mess up in the goat locker, and I think I'll need a cup of your special cleaner." We looked at each other and grinned. I poured him a cup of my finest and he left. This is one of my fondest memories of the PARCHE. Bill 'BJ' Johnston TM1(SS) |
Rudyard Kipling
