Anybody out
there remember the Hazmat Control onboard the ol Rainier? I believe there was
some knuckle head Boatswain First Class whose name I couldn't remember to save
my life. Ol' fella looked like somebody beat'm over the head with a dogg'n
wrench and gave no mercy by leav'n him stupid. He was about a chromosome or two
short!
You see,
back in the day when I reported to my first ship, the "Baglady,"
Hazmat was a word not yet put into the Sailors simplistic little lexicon of
think'n. When we were done with buckets of paint, or a can of aircraft grease
or some nasty ol' PD-680, we just tossed it into the ol' "Ska-Loosh"
locker!! That's the sound it made when it hits the gaudamn water. It must've
all gotten buried under the murky silt with the rest of the ten million coffee
cups, chipping hammers, paint scrapers, and assorted naval inventory,
previously float-tested by many a blue shirt sailor! The gaudamn seabed between
Pier 3 and Pier 5 must have had the appearance of a La Barrio Logan junkyard!
San Diego
Bay could never become a source for distill'n water. Mankind would rather be
sipp'n the contents of Pakistani septic tanks through a gaudamn straw before
any sons-a-bitches would ever be stupid enough to take a drink from that sewage
ditch! You could percolate horse crap and catch something a hell of a lot
better than anything passing through that place.
A few years
later I ended up on the good ol' Chuckie "V" where I was properly
introduced to the new Hazmat policies with a few four letter words and a pissed
off Chief (see Shitbird) about the Hazmat Locker that we had in our own little
space. Nope, no more "Ska-Loosh locker for us in this Navy. Now we had to
label every gaudamn thing and put them in their rightful containers and make
sure we had these material handling data watchama call-its at all times!
Then I
showed up to the good Ol' Rainier and we had a whole gaudamn station onboard
just for Hazmat with a modern day computer that spit out stickers for every
bottle, coffee can, or paint bucket that had a drop of corrosive, smelly, make
ya itchie while it made your penis shrink and your hair fall out kind of Hazmat
in it! It became a gaudamn science overnight.
Everything
was extremely complicated and required three years of physics, a basic
understanding of splitt'n atoms and an abstract math and chemistry background
from M.I. T. But who would guess they'd stick some of the biggest shitbirds in
Hazmat to run the place. A certified dumbass at the anchor end of the social pyramid!
Yep,
somebody finally wised up and canned his ass. I guess since Supply Department
owned the Hazmat Locker, they didn't see it fit to plant a gaudamn Boatswain's
Mate in front of a computer lick'n a bunch a' sticky paper and huff'n all them
toxic fumes all damn day anyway... hell, why give such an honor to that guy
who's been huff'n paint his whole damn career?
Then comes
the new guy! Or should I say he was the oldest gaudamn sugar daddy in the fleet
at the time. At least I could only imagine. His name... SK1 Mckelvie or
something of that nature. This ol' man looked like he'd been bathing in a toxic
ses pool of Hazmat. If you wanted to scare a new booter to take the Hazmat
Program seriously then send him down to take a look at ol' man Mckelvie! That
son-of-a-bitch had skin that looked like hard leather worn, wet, beaten, and
left out in the baking Arizona sun!!! Hell, he even played along. He'd tell the
young'ns he was only twenty-eight and that is what Hazmat does to you if you
don't take the program seriously. I know for a fact the son-of-a-bitch was well
over fifty years old.
Well, in
2005 I ran into Mckelvie again just before he was ready to retire from this ol'
canoe club. He was the Chief 'SK' on the Ford out of Everett. Still looked about
the same but damn near needed a cane to get around. Don't know if he's still
alive today but I'll bet he's huff'n a gaudamn can of spirits and solvents
right about now! But don't get me wrong! Every crackerjack that ever served
with ol' Mckelvie knows he was a good man! I would be proud to go to sea with
the ol' bastard again!!
But there
are a few things a young sailor can be thankful for in this Navy! Not being one
of Noah's deckhands when the son-of-a-bitch loaded the Ark is one of them!
she looks very good
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