In the Navy

Since there’s been all this talk of the good life onboard a U.S. Navy vessel, here’s what those of you who missed the opportunity can do at home to simulate. (I know this is old, but it cracks me up everytime I read it - especially #s 4,11,14-17,21,29, hell, almost all of them!) I’m sure Big Kahuna would be willing to provide monthly, quarterly, semi-annual, and annual readiness inspections on your home if you ask.

30 Ways to Simulate Being in the Navy When You’re at Home 1. Lock all friends and family outside. Your only means of communication should be with letters that your neighbors have held for at least three weeks, discarding two of five. 2. Surround yourself with 200 people that you don’t really know or like: people who smoke, snore like Mack trucks going uphill, and use foul language like a child uses sugar on cereal. 3. Unplug all radios and TVs to completely cut yourself off from the outside world. Have a neighbor bring you a Time, Newsweek, or Proceedings from five years ago to keep you abreast of current events. 4. Monitor all home appliances hourly, recording all vital information (ie: plugged in, lights come on when doors open, etc) 5. Do not flush the toilet for five days to simulate the smell of 40 people using the same commode. 6. Lock the bathroom twice a day for a four hour period. 7. Wear only military uniforms. Even though nobody cares, clean and press one dress uniform and wear it for 20 minutes. 8. Cut your hair weekly, making it shorter each time, until you look bald or look like you lost a fight with a demented sheep. 9. Work in 19 hour cycles, sleeping only four hours at a time, to ensure that your body does not know or even care if it is day or night. 10. Listen to your favorite CD 6 times a day for two weeks, then play music that causes acute nausea until you are glad to get back to your favorite CD. 11. Cut a twin mattress in half and enclose three sides of your bed. Add a roof that prevents you from sitting up (about 10 inches is a good distance) then place it on a platform that is four feet off the floor. Place a small dead animal under the bed to simulate the smell of your bunkmate’s socks. 12. Set your alarm to go off at 10 minute intervals for the first hour of sleep to simulate the various times the watchstanders and night crew bump around and wake you up. Place your bed on a rocking table to ensure you are tossed around the remaining three hours. Make use of a custom clock that randomly simulates fire alarms, police sirens, helicopter crash alarms, and a new wave rock band. 13. Have week old fruit and vegetables delivered to your garage and wait two weeks before eating them. 14. Prepare all meals blindfolded using all the spices you can grope for, or none at all. Remove the blindfold and eat everything in three minutes. 15. Periodically, shut off all power at the main circuit breaker and run around shouting “fire, fire, fire” and then restore power. 16. At least once a month, force the commode to overflow to simulate a ‘black water system’ boo boo. 17. Buy a gas mask and smear it with rancid animal fat. Scrub the face shield with steel wool until you can no longer see out of it. Wear this for two hours every fifth day especially when you are in the bathroom. 18. Study the owner’s manual for all household appliances. Routinely take an appliance apart and put it back together. 19. Remove all plants, pictures and decorations. Paint everything gray, white, or the shade of hospital smocks. 20. Buy 50 cases of toilet paper and lock up all but two rolls. Ensure one of these two rolls is wet all the time. 21. Smash your forehead or shins with a hammer every two days to simulate collision injuries sustained onboard Navy ships. 22. When making sandwiches, leave the bread out for six days, or until it is hard and stale. 23. Every 10 weeks, simulate a visit to another port. Go directly to the city slums wearing your best clothes. Find the worst looking place, and ask for the most expensive beer that they carry. Drink as many as you can in four hours. Take a cab home taking the longest possible route. Tip the cabby after he charges you double because you dress funny and don’t speak right. 24. Use fresh milk for only two days after each port visit. 25. Keep the bedroom thermostat at 2 degrees C and use only a thin blanket for warmth. 26. Ensure that the water heater is connected to a device that provides water at a flow rate that varies from a fast drip to a weak trickle, with the temperature alternating rapidly from 2 to 95 degrees C. 27. Use only spoons which hold a minimum of 1/2 cup at a time. 28. Repaint the interior of your home every month, whether it needs it or not. 29. Stand outside at attention at dawn and have the poorest reader you know read the morning paper out loud. Be sure to have him skip over anything pertinent. 30. Every four hours, check the fluid level in your car’s radiator. Check the tire pressure and replace air lost from excessive pressure checks. Be sure to place red tag on ignition stating “DANGER: DO NOT OPERATE” while you perform these checks. Inform your neighbor as to the results of these checks, have him tell you to repeat the checks because he did not see you perform them.

This is hysterical.

Smashing shins and foreheads, dropping your libo buddy into the water as you wobble across the gangplank reeking of alcohol fumes and a cheap hooker. Then wake up to the sound of trickling liquid in the berthing space only to peel back your privacy curtain and see your buddy wearing only his boots and giving the deck a “washdown” of his own…and into your boots, while he has the biggest $hit eating grin on his face possible. Curse the damn botwsain’s whistle for sending you into fits of irritation at the most inconvenient times. Lose your entire pay check on a game of spades…that took 4 days.

Watch 100 Marines in one berthing area take turns getting Dear John letters from home and playing Dr. Phil to each other. Even worse when two or more jarheads get a Dear John form the same girl…at the same time…and fianlly realize that.

Wow, your list could go on forever and ever and just keep getting funnier. I wish I was able to give it the effect it deserved.

Fair winds and a following sea to ya…

I don’t understand. This is my life right now. I hire a Philipino maid to come in and do all this stuff every day. I even run the colors up my front yard flag pole, and keep it illuminated all night. I play morning and evening colors and even have an intercom system throughout my house that periodically screams “SWEEPERS, SWEEPERS, MAN YOUR BROOMS!!” at odd hours of the morning and afternoon.

Twice a year, I have new neighbors over, and I initiate them into the neighborhood by having them dress down to their skivvies and crawl bare-kneed across my rough cement driveway while I have an extremely fat, hairy guy sit in a large chair at the end of the driveway with a maraschino cherry in his belly button, covered in whipped cream and have the new neighbors try to pick the cherry out of his belly button without getting covered in whipped cream. I also make the neighbors refer to the fat guy as “The Royal Baby” (ST would know what I’m talking about). Then they have to run through a gauntlet of fellow former initiates, getting pummeled all the while, while I stand there screaming obscenities at the top of my lungs. At the end of this, I proudly give them a specially-made certificate which proclaims them to be “Golden Shellbacks of Nahiku Street” ;-))

I also make my wife, when she’s not out on a deployment herself (hey…I still outrank her, though I often refer to her as “Com Nav House Pac”) stand morning quarters inspection. The old white glove comes out, lemme tell ya!

Ahhhhhh…the good old days :slight_smile:

Bull Halsey Kahuna

How does one go about getting TAD orders to Nahiku Street? Need any “Embassy” guards? I can bring the mail buoy and left handed pipe wrenches. Won’t be too fond of The Royal Baby though (shivers going down my spine at the thought of that now). Can’t imagine what you do for GQ over there!!

Boat life wasn’t too bad for us in green though. Sleep, eat, PT, clean. Repeat cycle.

I used to be in Navy special warfare for a while when I went higher up the enlisted food chain. We traveled to a lot of exotic foreign places and used to refer to TAD as “Traveling Around Drunk”. I’d take the per diem I was getting, and buy the bare minimum of “BBB” (Bread, Baloney, and Beer) and bank the rest. Got enough out of that little system to make a big down payment on a hotrod Mustang GT one time :wink:

ComNavHousePac is due back from her DOD civilian tour in Iraq 2 days after IMFLA. I’m trying to figure a way to get over there to watch it and then back to HI in time to square away the house to her satisfaction, and at least act as if I was behaving responsibly while she was away ;-))

I’ll be in the UPB and standing tall at office hours if I can’t pull this one off (hee-hee).

Fight the good fight, D.D.

I say hit IMFL and get back but don’t worry so much about the house. I think it’ll be the "junk on the bunk inspection" that you’ll need to take care of. It’s all about priorities fine sir…priorities.

Too bad I am not closer to the Panhandle area. That’s about an 8 hr drive from the Tampa area.

Anybody need a bucket of steam? or a BT punch. This next one only makes sense if you were on a aircraft carrier. I neeed the keys to the divisional doors.

Fond memories, it’s amazing but after a while you forget how crappy it really was.

BM3 Schmitt, USS Constellation, CV-64. 1983-1987

My brother-in-law was a division officer on the Connie back in 92-94. I took dinner in the wardroom with him, Thanksgiving of '93. Even if it was an oil burner, it was still a damn impressive “bird farm”. :slight_smile: Thanks for your service, Boats.

Hell, I was with embarked Marines as a young corpsman and got yanked by a couple of the real salty corpsmen into going out and standing watch for the “mail buoy”. I had a gaffing hook and everything :-))

It happens to all of us. We even do that stuff here at Northwest Airlines with new employees on the ground. We always send them up to the plane cockpits to ask the captains for the spare 757 keys :wink: Most of the pilots play along, and pat their pockets and say that they must have forgot them, and could the nice young ground ops gentleman go back over to operations and get them there? :wink:

Men…the only difference between them and boys is the cost of their toys :-)))

Sky Captain Kahuna

Best mail bouy we ever pulled, had the guy dressed up in knee hi rubber boots, yellow rain coat, boat hook and sound powered phones complete with a sp combat helmet. Jacked him into a dedicated repair locker circuit, hooked up 6 more sets of phones in repair 3. And ran a running commentary for a good 2-3 hours. Plane crashes, man overboards, medical emergencies, fires. Even had some officers the new guy had heard get in on it. 1/2 the ship knew what we were doing. Then we launch a “mail bouy” from a forward sponson. Of course the guy missed it. Then the “XO” got on the phone (old 1st class MM, knew how to chew ass) and told him how worthless he was and that his military career was over, he had let 5000 men down, the mail was lost. At this point the poor guy is in tears. We call it off, take him in to the repair locker and introduce him to everyone. He gets pissed and takes a swipe at the 1st class! MM1 takes it in stride, dude calms down. I’m laughing as I type, I hadn’t thought about that day in years.

Thanks for the memories.

Yeah, they were good old days for sure :slight_smile: I even liked the whole “getting the crow tacked on” criminal assault ceremony, where everyone lined up to “pin” your new rank on your left sleeve. Some guys were “gentle” and some were “tough”. All I know is I gladly walked around with a big bruise on my upper arm, showing off my new eagle. :slight_smile:

Wasn’t quite the same when I got picked up for a commission in '88. It was okay being a mustang and all, but it sure wasn’t nearly as fun as being a single 1st Class and later a Chief, with a new sports car and apartment, making decent-sized money and spending it on beer, women and expensive home stereo systems :-))

Ahhh…nostalgia.

K

Kahuna and Jim,

Either of you salts got extra batteries to the sound powered phones? Mine seem to have died.

K, I am sure you have seen a set of chevrons get pineedon, or should I say, “in” a promoted jarhead. And of course, “pinning” the bloodstripe as he walks the gauntlet as well. Worst a$$ kickin’ I ever took no doubt. I cringe and have flashes of pain just thinking of it.

If you were ever around artillery Marines you would know that when they fired into an impact area, the first few rounds were called “registering the rounds”. Probably much the same in naval gunfire or being a FAC. Anyway, we would take the “new boots” and make them tote around a nice 100+ lb round all the way around the battery position and have every NCO sign it. We told him this was registestering the round. THing was he was also doing a bajillion other things and carrying water jugs along with a bunch of other crap since everyone was always in on it form the FDC, Motor T guys and Comm guys. By the time the poor bastard got around the gun pos he awas barely able to pick up his friggin kevlar. Then he’d get rooled up for good measure.

Wow, kind of miss those days of acting almost like a complete child but with big loud toys.

Oh, yeah…I remember all the cannon cocker tricks :-)) I also remember being over by 1st Tanks, at Pendleton, and watching this new Corporal get the beating of his life, having his bloodstripes tacked on. The guy took it like a man, though I could tell he was on the verge of passing out from the pain. Yipes!!

I got an initiation into tank battalion ops once, at Pendleton, when they had me ride up front on the old M60 (the reserve 4th Tank Battalion hadn’t yet gotten the older M1A1 Bradleys from the Nat’l Guard), and the driver ran the tank through one of those deep, mud-filled holes on the road over from Del Mar to the 1st Tank Battalion compound. Here I am, a fairly new LT(jg), feeling all Billy-Badassed, getting off the tank later, and covered from head to toe in green, slimy mud and other crap :slight_smile:

Best day of my life :-)))

K

Hilarious, thanks for bringing back the memories.

1)-1st trip over shit river into Olongapo City.

2)-Searching for batteries for the sound powered phones.

3)-1st banana show in Okinawa.

4)-Being able to buy a round of San Miguels for the house and get change back.

5-7 straight days of 95 degrees and 95% humidity.

6-Drinking a singapore sling in a high backed bamboo chair at Raffles in Singapore.

7-Pulling into the channel at Freemantle Australia and the anti-nuke protesters were on the port side and the strippers were on the starboard side. Guess to which side we were listing?

Then there’s the (jet) exhaust sample in a plastic bag, the Monkey Watch at the Straits of Gibraltar, and the ubiquitous BA-1100N form…

For the curious civilians…

What was the gauntlet?

Batteries for sound-powered phones… I’m guessing the sound-powered phones didn’t exist? But I fell stupid for not being sure about that.

1)-1st trip over shit river into Olongapo City.

2)-Searching for batteries for the sound powered phones.

3)-1st banana show in Okinawa.

4)-Being able to buy a round of San Miguels for the house and get change back.

5-7 straight days of 95 degrees and 95% humidity.

6-Drinking a singapore sling in a high backed bamboo chair at Raffles in Singapore.

7-Pulling into the channel at Freemantle Australia and the anti-nuke protesters were on the port side and the strippers were on the starboard side. Guess to which side we were listing?

Hee-hee. I remember Olangopo and the river. We used to have the kids on one side, who’d dive for coins that we threw in, and the river “hostesses” on the other side, who’d flash you if you threw coins into their boat.

And the local Philipino version of San Miguel had that junk floating around the bottom :slight_smile: And I remember when we busted the bottler using a microscopic amount of formaldehyde to “sweeten” the flavor.

Being an independent-duty corpsman, I had to help the doctors conduct “health inspections” on the “hostesses”. We’d issue 'em a new health card, which they needed to get into the better clubs. Of course, we’d tell the sailors that the cards were only good for as long as one of the “hostesses” kept herself from getting infected again. The sailors, naturally, didn’t care. After all, there was plenty of aqueous procaine penicillin G to go into the buttocks region.

“Doc Kahuna”

Dammit!

I can’t find the bulkhead remover! Where is it?

It must be in the same place as the A-1r.

Hoo Yah Hey (Just another easy day)

issaquah

USN 95-99 Coronado & Oahu

1. Sneaking into the NCTAMS PAC (shore duty, comms station in Wahiawa, Oahu, HI) galley at 2am to raid the reefer. Bring back food for the other 10 guys standing watch and get to go home early. Sleep 3 hrs, get up, ride 100 miles and swim at Waimea Bay. Rock climbing at Mokuleia. Go back to work at 6pm for another midwatch. Interrupted only by mandatory burritos at Cholo’s in Haleiwa.

No ka oi!

For the curious civilians…

What was the gauntlet?

Batteries for sound-powered phones… I’m guessing the sound-powered phones didn’t exist? But I fell stupid for not being sure about that.

Gauntlet that was referenced had to do with guys that were of equal or higher rank than the one you just got promoted to, lined up on both sides of you and ready to “welcome” you. Kind of like your own personal isle of a$$ kickin’. And believe me, try as you may, there is no escaping. You can try, and you might delay it a bit if you are really quick, but you are eventually going to get the beatdown of a lifetime. NO kidding I was black and blue all over and had a real hard time at PT. Side of my legs and shoulders being the worst. You know what I am talking about…those black bruises with the yellow and green rings around them.

Sound powered phones did in fact exist which is why the search for their batteries was such as prank/waste of time. Kinda of like going on a snipe hunt…all you usually came back with was another ass kickin’. If the phones were powered by sound…obviously didn’t need batteries. But we all went looking for them for some reason.

Funny how many pranks in your first few years in the service always somehow ended up with someone’s foot in your ass. But, they were always funny and also fun to be apart of as time went by. Too bad sometimes corporate America doesn’t try something similar. Builds comraderie.

Right on, Devil Dog. I got my crank yanked on this old Korean War-era destroyer. We were running the N. Atl. route and the senior corpsman on board and his two engineering buddies sent me down to the engine room to get a bucket of steam for the hourly steam cycle test. :wink:

The CHeng (Chief Engineer, for the civilians amongst us :slight_smile: sent me packing with my ears ringing. Something about being a “goddam bootcamper” and “Jeezus Doc, stick to doing the shit you’re supposed to know how to do!” He was in on it, as it turned out :slight_smile:

Sighhhhhhh…

Christmas eve 88 going over shit river and watching a dead dog float against the current as the kids dive for quarters.

As a grunt corpsman we always sent the newbies for the bfa for the 9mm, keys for the hummer and to the clinic for sterile fallopian tubes