tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5663286999301917549.post3755004626213492642..comments2023-03-25T04:27:56.806-04:00Comments on No Slack, Fast Attack: Duty Van Breakdowns Cont'd.DukeRulZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988036365507822295noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5663286999301917549.post-28798172474475902862013-12-28T14:28:29.539-05:002013-12-28T14:28:29.539-05:00After being talked into getting a Navy drivers lic...After being talked into getting a Navy drivers license while in the yards at Pearl I continued to make stupid decisions.<br /><br />I volunteered to serve as the driver and assistant bartender at an officers party given by my Co for the wardroom of a British boat that stopped at Perl on her way home.<br /><br />I was a Quartermaster and had grown up with a mother who was an officer in the Army Nurse Corps and a Dad who was an EM1 During WW2, Therefore officers were,for the most part, just another uniform to be respected but not worried about.<br /><br />The ride out to the North Shore was pretty uneventful and I began to get to know these guys. They were like junior officers in any navy I guess and what they wanted to do most was get to the party before the booze was gone.<br /><br />Our CO was the real deal. He made his enlisted support feel welcome and gave us an area of our own to relax a bit in and fed us well. However, he did NOT extend the hospitality of the bar to us...Well as the assistant bartender I found the proximity of all that free drink just a bit more than any highly trained, qualified Submariner could stand. Soon it was 2 for the O gangers and 1 for me,4 for them and 1 for me..you get the drift<br /><br />I made it through the night somehow but did not drive back to Pearl. That was handled by a Steward that did not have a license to my knowledge. Well I guess i misinterpreted some of the noises coming from the rear of the vehicle, as I did not the check car's condition when we turned it in that night.Actually I could barely see at that point.<br /><br />The next morning as I walked down the pier toward my boat, USS Greenfish SS351 i was passed by a very unhappy looking Commander. <br /><br />I was told by Topside that the CO was looking for me and that I was to see him immediately I came aboard. I was hoping for a bit of an attaboy for the way I had treated our guests and the great drinks I had made. WRONG! It seems the noises I heard were the British JO's barfing up all the pork and poi they had mixed with my booze! Weather the Steward had noticed or not, who knows but my CO had just had his ass reamed by that Commander for returning that VIP vehicle in very non VIP condition.<br /><br />I spent the rest of the morning, in the bright Hawaiian sun getting pig, poi and Mai-ti out of the carpet of that station wagon. Herb Forgeynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5663286999301917549.post-18135430357565184312010-02-24T15:24:07.147-05:002010-02-24T15:24:07.147-05:00PERMISSION TO COME ON BOARD!PERMISSION TO COME ON BOARD!Mike Golchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14472496241893921107noreply@blogger.com