Thanks Giving Menu

Here we’ve got a collection of Thanksgiving Menus from throughout the fleet over the years. Some are pretty cool. I hope you all enjoy …

 

More Paoli

 Thanks to Carl Breth, I found some more Paoli Cartoons for you all to enjoy…

(USS Barry Cruise Book Board Game)

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(Skipper's Chair)

(Mom's Visit to the Ship)

(Paoli as the Head IC'man)

(Who wants a Field Day)

(Everybody wants a raise)

(What happens on Deployment stays on Deployment)

(No Special Favors)

(Got to give the goods a test drive)

(Sounding & Security)

(USS Barry Raiders)

(Anybody remember XO Inspections?)

(Movies on the Messdecks)

(Again, taking a test drive)

(Fun times on the USS Barry)

A Wise Old Master Chief once Said...

 

A young sailor approaches the crusty old Master Chief and asked about the origin of the commissioned officer insignias.

"Well…"
 
… replied the Master Chief …
 
"The insignias for Naval Officers are steeped in history and tradition. First, we give you a gold bar representing that they are very valuable but also malleable. The silver bar also represents significant value, but is less malleable. Now, when you make Lieutenant, your value doubles, hence the two silver bars. As a Captain, you soar over the military masses, hence the eagle. As an Admiral, you are, obviously, a star. Does that answer your question?"
 
"Yes Master Chief."
 
… replied the young sailor …
 
"But what about Lieutenant Commander and Commander?"

"That, shipmate, goes waaaay back in history - back to the Garden of Eden. You see we've always covered our pricks with leaves."
 

“It’s a Small World”

 I’ve written many a long winded, run all over "hell and back" rant, extolling the virtues of being a young Crackerjack Sailor in this here Canoe Club. As Navy Sailors do, I got too many drunk stories to tell. Hell, when it all started, I was only 19 years old and right out High School, it was just a big adventure to me. Granted I hated it at the time, but realize now just how great it was and I didn’t even know it.

There were times you’d run into somebody from your not so distant past. I guess it was the first time I realized what a Small World we live in. In my first hitch in San Dog while aboard the USS Baglady, I was at the ‘Scuttlebutt’ at 32^nd Street, a place established simply for the purpose of selling beer to those of us too young to drink outside the confines of the base.
 
I was sitting at the bar having a beer with a shipmate when I spotted another out the corner of my eye I hadn't seen in some years. I was a bit Pirate eyed at this point but I remembered him as “Salty Dog.”  It wasn’t until we started shoot’n the shit before I realized I didn’t know him from this here Canoe Club, but from way back in High School. Our Gym teacher, Coach Pospical better known as “Popsicle” used to call him “Salty Dog” on account of his Cocoa Beach Salty Dog T-shirt he always wore at gym class. Hell, I didn’t even know he joined the Navy!
  
His real name was Butch Cadwalder. He was on the USS Hammond. They called her the “Fanny Maru!” She was a Knox class frigate just like the Baglady, but based out of Long Beach and in town for work-ups or some other form of horsing around.
 
Butch had a great sense of humor and could cobble bull shit together in a heartbeat. We compared notes of our escapades on previous night’s run ashore while thinning out our blood until we were both soberly challenged. That’s the event horizon where your booze compass kicked in leading you home after becoming black out drunk. I remember him saying,
 
“Why spend time being sober except when absolutely necessary when being piss drunk on a consistent basis is more fun?” Fun times those were when you get to meet someone from back home…
 
Then there was my days on the USS Rainier. One of my closest shipmates, Neil Saucier was a fellow CIWS tech and we spent a helluva lot of time together. ‘Sauceman’ was a tobacky chewer. I recall the Ol’ Salty Homemade Engineered Spittoons he would leave lying around in the shop angle irons. I had the distinct opportunity to swaller some of that stuff out of a Coke can, not knowing what he had implanted in the bottom… gives you the whirligigs just thinking about it.
 
Anyways, I digress …
 
It wasn’t until years later, I found out that The Sauceman and his wife were roommates with Patrick Fitzgibbons who was married to Kim, who I’d went to high school with. Once again, I realized what a small world we live in.
 
Later, while onboard the Rainier, we had an EOD team detached to our unit. One of the fellas onboard went by the name Chuck Dumar. He was a fellow Firecontrol CIWS tech converting to Boastwainmate as a source rate for the EOD trade. Getting to know Chuck, we’d pulled liberty together in a few ports passing foreign beer from mouth to kidney… to bladder … to urinal. Like Neanderthals we were taking care of the basics. We didn't know any better and if the truth be known, we only had half a brain cell between the two of us anyhow…
 
After a few too many beers and too many parallel conversations about hometown memories, it occurred to me that we grew up in the same hometown. Chuck was a few years ahead of me and graduated high school a year before I got there. But we knew many of the same people back home. Once again, the world is a small place.
 
We can sit back and parse out the best and worst of our days in the ol’ Canoe Club. But the memories are what makes it the best. We were young testosterone loaded, crazy as hell, Canoe Club idiots from the same hometown.
We barked at the moon and took no prisoners. We swung from limb to limb and drank stuff that would dissolve a 16 Inch turret. Too many young men today fail to see what used to be considered a man's obligation. They just don’t know what they’re missing…

 

New Recruit On His First Sentry Duty

 

The officer of the day, during his tour of duty paused to question a Sailor standing sentry duty who was a new recruit.

 

“If you should see an armed party approaching, what would you do?”

 

… asked the officer …

 

“Turn out the guard, sir.”

 

“Very well. Suppose you saw a battleship coming across the parade-ground, what would you do?”

 

“Report to the hospital for examination, sir!”

 

… was the prompt reply.

"Baltimore Whores"

 

From the album, Rogues Gallery: Pirate Ballads, Sea Songs, and Chanteys, this song was used in the 1970's porno "Captain Lust and the Pirate Women". It’s got a bit of the blues sound to it. I hope you Shipmates all enjoy …

Baltimore Whores

Gavin Friday

 

There were four old whores from Baltimore
Drinking the blood red wine
And all the conversation was
"Yours is smaller than mine."

 

Through me roly, poly, tickle my hole-y,
Smell of my slimy slough,
And drag your nuts across me guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew.

 

"You're a liar, " said the first whore,
"Mine's as big as the air
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
And never touch a hair."

 

"You're a liar." said the second,
"Mine's as big as the sea
The ship sails in, the ship sails out
Never troubles me."

 

"You're a liar, " said the third whore,
"Mine's as big as the moon,
The men jump in, the men jump out,
Never touch the womb."

 

Swab your decks, me hearties
Slice them up with pride
Light your oars, you sons of whores
Yours is smaller than mine

 

"You're a liar, " said the last whore,
"Mine's the biggest of all,
The fleet sailed in on the first of June,
And didn't come back till Fall."

 

(Fin)

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vL-iOj4JJQU

 

 

"Rendered 3D Pin-ups"

On land or at Sea, sailor girls are always welcome when they look like these! This is a collection of computer-generated 3D rendered Navy Sailor Pin-up girls. I hope you enjoy the little collection I concocted…

Hey Sailor

Anchors Aweigh

Ahoy Sailor

An American Sailor

Aye, Aye, Sailor

Rum Rationed Sailor

Bring in the Anchor

Three Degrees Starboard

Swab the Deck

Hello Sailor

Pier Dollies

Torpedoes Away

Over all Lines

Come Sail Away

Olive-Oil Hooker

Fire When Ready

Captain's Mast

My what Big-Eyes You Have

By Land or Sea ...

(Fin)