Saturday, August 29, 2020

"Repair on the Sims"

This one comes from an EM2 Steven ‘FRIO’ Donofrio. He wrote this during the 1973 -1974 Med Cruise onboard the Knox Frigate USS Sims FF 1059 in Repair Division. I hope you all enjoy…  



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The following piece was forwarded to me from former EM2 Landis ‘BRIAR’ Cornett. It was written by a then short-timer IC3 Stephen Gray (who failed t0 include himself). It describes a part of my life aboard the Silly Willy and the shipmates that I am proud to have served with under then DCA Ltjg. Charles “I Never Take Off My Sunglasses” Rodriguez. Repair Division, an integral part of engineering, is composed of four rates; Hull Technicians, Electricians Mates, Machinery Repairman, and Interior Communications Electricians.

The HT’s are sometimes led by HT1 Maurice Bower other times by mass confusion.

Second in command is HT2 Frank (The Nerd) Trimmer who plays at Helicopter Fire Chief during flight quarters and whose ability to clean out stopped-up toilets is beyond reproach.

HT2 Mike Shockey rounds out the ruling class of HT’s and being “short” there won’t be much said concerning his naval views since this is a military and therefore censored publication.

Keeping with the navy pecking order, HT3 Keith Chambers enters the scene. Petty Officer Third Class (Push-button type) Chambers’ obsession with the high-speed, good maneuvering, well-constructed Volkswagen has made him a key figure in the toilet cleaning brigade second only to Frank Trimmer.

HT3 Dan Hinkle comes to us from the Army where he traded ground pounding for wave riding.

For the illustrious strikers (those fools attempting to become HT’s) there is FA John Berger who constantly, in port, tries to disprove the theory that the shortest distance between point A and B is a straight line.

HTFA Mike Baimbridge, the Naval Reservist in our midst doesn’t know whether he’s an HT or not. He evidently assumed the title while going through that tough two week Bootcamp.

FN Leonard Baldini, our bird and rabbit murderer of the division, will gladly tell you the necessity of hunting the vicious man-eating sparrow with a Thompson sub-machine gun.

FN Mike Carter, a boatswain mate reject, has really been an asset to the HT’ with his superior knot tying ability.

Head maladroit of the Electricians EMC Terry (Chief) McDaniels whose trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, brave, clean, and reverent ideas (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) have sparked the electricians under him to heights few men have ever achieved.

The manipulator and general enforcer is EM1 George (Frenchie) Ouellette whose conduct ashore is in the highest traditions of the United States of America, Department of Defense, United States Navy, the USS W. S. Sims, and the First National Methodist Church of America.

Next in line is EM2 Harry (Motor Mouth) Patterson with past adventures of the USS Saratoga which are, in fact, unbelievable.

His first and foremost admirer EM3 and a half Oliver (Briarhopper) Cornett Jr. whose speech and mumbled wit require constant translation from the other  barefoot, down-home boys of the division, has brought about the rejuvenation of the now famous song “Jingle Briar” followed closely by “Sixteen Briarhoppers, What do you get?”

EMFN (at long last) Don Braun alias BB alias Buddha Belly alias Bubbles Braun alias ButterBall is one of the comical electricians with his joint checking account with his car-wrecking girlfriend.  

EMFN Vince Sinopoli is from Louisiana and dreams of going to the Mardi Gras. I’m sure that he and his go-tee (all twelve hairs) will make it someday.

FN Richard (Ravin’ Richie) Hughes dreams a little differently. His dreams are of becoming an OS or a QM or maybe a CS or anything out of engineering. He’s our gullible fireman who pleases our sea story tellers by believing every last word as the gospel truth.

EMFN Joseph (Squeaky) Nalli and EMFN Steven (FRIO) Donofrio both are recent arrivals and therefore won’t be subjected to verbal abuse this time around.

Division Officer, Damage Control Assistant and Division Chief ICC Charles (Chuckie Baby) Miller, is the ranking babysitter of the ship’s gyro compass and whose ludicrous inanity on small jobs has given him the title of ‘Ace Sweat-pump’ aboard ship.

Leading Petty Officer of the IC work center is IC2 Danny Waldrop. Although new to the ship, his endless stream of “bubblehead” (submarine) jokes has enhanced the Divisions ever sinking morale.

His right-hand man is IC3 Thomas Davis better known as the old man of the division.

ICFN Daniel Rohde, the other designated striker, constantly attempts to build non-working Heath Kit projects.

FN Gerald Jenkins, the last of the IC Men, is TAD to IC “A” School proving the fact that you can get off the Sims without getting out of the service.

The Machinery Repairmen section of R Division is by far and away the smallest segment, Smallest, not in work load but in number; only two men. The top-dog of the MR’s is MR2 John Phillips. His ability to produce precision cribbage boards and pegs (which don’t work) and his superior (what a joke!) card playing ability has earned him an unprintable name with which to live by.

The other MR, FN Axel Wittenrood hails from Chicago, Illinois and lets you know it as soon as you meet him, so that he won’t be confused with the “hillbillys” in the other gangs.

All kidding and joking aside, being part of Repair Division, is a hard-working, thankless job endured by all the above mentioned men and it was my privilege to be associated with those people for the last year and a half. Just maybe someday, someone will realize the importance of this Division and the individuals who are a part of it…


(Artwork By Jeremiah Paoli)

Friday, August 21, 2020

“Neptunus Rex’s Royal Address”



Captain, Officers and Crew of the USS Umptysquat:

Welcome to the waves and deeps of the watery domain, which, from time immemorial, has been under our imperial but benevolent rule. From afar we have watched the approach of your smart appearing ship, and it is our pleasure to come on board to meet you at this, the gateway of our realm. You fly the flag of a great and noble nation, and owe allegiance to the principles for which it stands. But, here ye’ and now, we detain you for a day in order that all on board may swear fealty to our Royal Parson. This will in no wise conflict with your loyalty to the nation of the Stars and Stripes, and none may evade the issue because it is our Royal command that none may enter our Kingdom as stranger; and, who is foolish enough to invite our Royal displeasure and resulting vengeance?

Reports have reached our Royal ears, in our palace beneath the sea, that there are many on board this ship who still deserve the disgraceful name of “Polliwog.” So we have come to set up our Royal Court, to hail these invaders before our high tribunal, and to determine by appropriate mystic rites and ceremonies if they possess the qualifications of good sailormen.

Alarming and serious charges have been made against some of your company. The nature of these charges will be made known in due time, but in passing I want you to know that the reports that have reached us have caused strong men to weep. Yesteryeve in the great banquet hall of Davy Jones’ locker, John Paul Jones, Stephen Decatur, and David Farragut craved audience and, with tears in their eyes, begged to accompany this party in order to personally deal with those pseudo sailormen who have prostituted the ancient sports of real sailors by indulging in the game – if it may be dignified by calling it a game – of Badminton. Badminton, a wench’s game, forsooth. In order that the record of this Royal Court for strict justice might be maintained their request was refused but the Lord High Justice has enjoined to make the punishment fit the crime. In keeping with the code of justice of our raging realm, each polliwog shall have the right to enter a plea of defense against the charges made against him.

There are some among you who have lingered long before coming into our Realm, and it pleases us not. Many year of coastwise sailing and bureaucratic swivel-chair performance have spoiled your erstwhile nerve. At least, though belated, you come on this fine ship. Our Royal displeasure is upon you, and unless you have adequate defense, swift and terrible justice shall attend you. We note with pleasure that among your company are many lads barely out of their teens. We welcome them, rejoice that they have made haste to visit us, and ere the setting of the sun will make them loyal subjects. 


The Royal Court

Thursday, August 20, 2020

"Chiefs Always Get The Best Outta Them Ensigns"

( Dipping The Ensign )



The new Ensign met his Division. He wanted to teach them about self-esteem, so he asked anyone who thought they were stupid to stand up. One Chief stood up and the Ensign was surprised. He didn’t think anyone would stand up, especially the Chief, so he asked him ...

“Why did you stand up?”

… Chief answered …

“I didn’t want to leave you standing up by yourself on your first day.”



Sunday, August 16, 2020

"Various Navy Toons"


Some various Navy Cartoons I’ve collected over the years … I hope you all enjoy them …











































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Friday, August 14, 2020

"Cruisebook Art - USS Chandler"


Cruise books capture the most personal memories of a Sailors Navy career. Pictures of friends, port calls and facts about their commands can all be found within the pages. Similar to a high school yearbook, they’re usually prepared by the crew with intimate picks to bring back memories from yester-years. Every so often someone will send me picks of extraordinary artwork form within the binders of some of these great memories. Here is a collection from a USS Chandler Westpac cruise. I once had a shipmate from FC “A” school who was stationed on the Chandler. He gave me a pretty awesome tour. I hope you ol’ salts will enjoy this great collection …



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Monday, August 10, 2020

"Combat Stories"



It was a normal night at the VFW, stories and tales were flowing as freely as the beer. One of the long time members was an old Salty Navy WWII bastard who never spoke of his involvement in the war. From his uniform that he had worn to parades when he was younger and smaller, the members knew his ship was decorated many times. Tonight he was more than a few sheets to the wind, so one of the members asked …

“So Pappy, in the war, did you ever kill anyone?”

He looked around, and carefully said …

"I sure the hell hope not, but I'm not sure. I was the Cook!"

Saturday, August 8, 2020

"Sailors Behaving Badly II"


Here I decided to share some comical nautical antics from sailors around the world. From within the ship’s hull to outside the skin of the ship and all the ports in between. For decades this is what brave sea going men of danger do when blowing off steam…  
































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