Now I gotta tell ya, being a Turd Chaser ain’t the most glamorous job the Navy has to offer. And way back before I committed myself to the sin of Volunteering for Uncle Sam’s Canoe Club, I was offered the opportunity to be one of these fellas… but I gotta tell ya, when I heard the slanderous nickname of ‘Turd Chaser’ I knew exactly what I didn’t want to be!!!
Being a Turd Chaser has got to be one of the dirtiest jobs on the ship… and when there was a clog in the sewage system… or ‘CHT’(Collecting, Holding, & Transfer)… who you gonna call???? The Turd Chasers!!!
Well on my first ship, ‘The Baglady,’ we had a couple a Turd Chasers that were typical of the breed… dirty ol’ armpit stink’n coveralls… built like King Kong… blood thinned with cheap whiskey… and the social graces of a foul mouthed whore in church!!!
There was a particular time we had a bit of a situation in the forward head (we only had two enlisted heads) as one of the urinals had gotten clogged… seems that between the officer cakes and the absorbent amount of calcium build up from salt water & whiskey piss… we had quite a conundrum on our hands.
With piss water swash’n around to the tune of the ship toss’n & roll’n… the odor was becoming a bit overly ripe with a heavy ammonic scent that hung like a gaudamned curtain throughout the head and the cruise lounge…
It’s not as if these ol’ frigates didn’t have a unholy smell already brewing of diesel fuel… farts… dirty feet… lead based paint… never dull & Tabasco Sauce to make it sweet!!!!
As the two dirty shipmates stood and contemplated how the hell they were gonna clean this mess… one of em’ swabbed his finger down under the lip of the urinal and pulled out a big ol’ gob of calcified piss stained salt!!! The other fella smiles and says,
“ I’ll bet ya five bucks you won’t put that in your mouth and swallow it!”
But hey, when you’ve spent as much time in this canoe club as I have then you tend to see things that should probably make your damn eyes bleed!!!
When I was on the Rainier we had a whole brand new ‘CHT’ system with huge tanks made to handle a large crew to hell and back… so we thought!!!
Now over the years in a normal peace time environment many a ship pulled into many a foreign port… and the questionable food that sailors put their mouths on (balut & monkey meat) and the local beer (San Miguel & Singha Gold) can put a hurt’n on your internal organs… namely the intestinal track!!! So I’ve seen the damage that can be done to render our shit chutes useless with mass cases of the shits combined with aggregate applications of government supplied sandpaper to wipe our asses!!!
But these CHT beasts were supposed to be up for the challenge!! Seems that now having women onboard ship presented a whole new problem… what the Turd Chaser referred to as mice or red trout!!! Apparently when it’s that time of the month and women have to use that feminine hygiene for that not so fresh feeling, some felt it was completely acceptable to flush them damn things down the shitter!!!
Well there’s only so much those beastly gi-normous pipes and tanks could handle… So the Turd Chasers had to bring in the big guns!!! I’m talk’n about the hydro blast’n tools that could be used to perform a hysterectomy on the Statue of Liberty!!!
But with so gaudamned many heads in different parts of the ship… sometimes it was real easy to miss a valve or two on a brand new commissioned hulk of steal that ain’t never been worked over yet…
So with most of the shitters forward of the ship secured… the Turd Chasers commenced a blowing away to try and unclog the mess!! Unfortunately up in Ops berthing not all the valves were closed and one of the shitters literally blew apart... with shit water and fragments of porcelain splattered all over the gaudamned head… luckily no one was hurt but we had a whole damn shitter that had to be replaced and as they say… shit happens!!!
But over time I worked hard and played hard with the Turd Chasers… from port to port and sea to sea… And as the faces change so does the technology that render us more useless in our daily lives as human beings…
Years went by and I eventually made Chief… went to a new ship with a new CHT system called ‘VCHT’ I suppose the Good ol’ canoe club decided to trade in the old saltwater CHT commutaters for a more updated Vacuum version…
Gaudamn thing scared the hell outta me the first time I sat on one of them new fandangled shitters… thought it was gonna suck me right in when it made that obnoxious sound of an elephants mating call as I flushed it down!!!
I called the Turd Chasers to find what the hell was wrong with the damn shitter…
“Well that’s the way they’re suppose to sound Chief!”
“I got more time taken shits on these here shitters than you got in the Navy, so what the hell do you mean that’s the way they’re suppose to sound??”
For there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years… the Turd Chasers were some of the hardest working handymen on the ship… working the darkest, dirtiest & smelliest jobs to keep that damn ship afloat… They worked the hardest, earned their pay twice over, and were damned underappreciated for it!!!
So absent the inevitable ‘HT Punch’ and occasional floating turd down the passageway… This one’s for you ‘Turd Chaser’ and all the things you do!!!
I've been an ht in the navy for 2 WHOLE YEARS now haha and i'm an ht. I hated it at first, but the repair division really is like a fucked up family lol... what was your rate?
ReplyDeleteFirecontrolman.... but I always loved the comraderie and down to earth mentality of the animals down below!!!
ReplyDeleteEric M Stevens... Done it all, seen it all, I don't miss it at all, but still a turd chaser to the end. Thank's Chief!
ReplyDeleteNice remdetion of the Ole Days shipmate. Thank you for the truthfully harsh humor... Love it!
ReplyDeleteOSC(SW) Clif Clark Twidgets Fidget on the crappers.....
The FTs and GMs on the Sweaty Eddy were in 2nd Div berthing, below the OC Head and the pissers used to get clogged up because the yee-hoos used Clorox to clean 'em. The relief cap was about a couple feet above the racks and the Turd Chases would bring the ole C02,take the cap off the pipe and blow it out. Made 2nd Div B berthing stink and the poor suckers in the top racka in the stbd side of the compartment had to change their sheets and so on.
ReplyDeleteBTW- have you heard of Master Chief Joe Long, Master Chief Al Packer or Dennis Rees?
Hats off to all the HTs out there, there are many of us that had no idea what kind of shit (pun intended) that you guys did myself included. I was a MS in 85
ReplyDeleteAre you aware of the book SCURVY DOGS, GREEN WATER AND GUNSMOKE: 50 YEARS IN THE DESTROYER NAVY It's a 2 volume collection of sea stories written by former tin can sailors. All royalties are donated to Navy/Marine Relief. You can order them through Amazon or at the ship's store at desroyers.org
ReplyDeletehttp://www.amazon.com/Scurvy-Dogs-Green-Water-Gunsmoke/dp/1892343061/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1347456320&sr=1-3&keywords=scurvy+dogs
There's even a couple of stories written by a turd chaser
i Spent 3 years as an HT and i made HT2 on a Carrier (TR CVN-71) i got forced converted to HM...i would give my left nut and a half eaten burrito bet to be an HT again.. our shittiest days were better than any day in Medical.
ReplyDeleteHooyah HT's!!!
Wow, As an HT this story brings back some fond and foul memories of clogged drains. Even on shore duty, (Great Lakes Naval Training Center) I had to chase some "red mice" and caught em' with my hands. I guess some of those "split tail sailors" didn't read the do not flush signs. Yep then the fleet was where we really earned our money. Nobody wanted a backed up shitter on a DDG in heavy seas. When the "bone was bitten" the stomachs were spittn'
DeleteLove the article. HT for 20 years. Loved my rate. Al Price, HTC(SW), RET.
ReplyDeleteVCHT? Sounds like the system they use on airliners! That should've enabled you to make some comment along the lines of "What the fuck is this, an airplane shitter? What's this Navy comin' to, using Air Force toilets?" ;)
ReplyDeletemy thank's to the HT's i'll stay in the mud drum
ReplyDeleteI leave September 12th 2019 for bootcamp as an HT. Someone has to do it. I scored a 36 on the asvab and didn't qualify for much but I got a point waiver for the HT rate so I'm just grateful to have a better job than what I was going to have to choose was CS. HOOYAH HT's! Time to wield be a navy plumber boy!
ReplyDeleteI partied with my fair share of HT's, BT's, MM's,GM's,TM's, BM's,pretty much you name it I was there. Got told I partied like any of the above.But when I partied with my own rate about half the time I got called an Animal! FC1 (Ret. Med)
ReplyDeleteAnother fine read shipmate. Always looking forward to the next sea story. Any signal bridge one. I'm sure you've spent some time on the Sig Bridge.
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