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1977-1978

I was on DG in 1977-1978.  In Nov 1977 I was in the hospital and there was a USO show on that night.  When the show finished, because I was unable to go to it, a rather nice female country singer came to visit me whilst sitting on my bed.  Does anyone know who that singer would have been?

Thanking you.

Dr. Richmond Dutton at richmond_dutton@hotmail.com

 

1977-1978

Mark Bacilek = mbacilek@gmail.com

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN

Outfit = PWD

My_Quest = A familiar name or two

VT_of_a_Swallow = 24 MPH

My_Warstory = Like everybody else, the rats as big as cats running the rafters in the seahuts at night dropping rat poo on you as you slept. But it was better than the Dorms. I lived in the best hut. With Randy Hickey and Jim Sears. Yes there was alcohol. We had a Brit named Harry that stayed in our hut. He worked nights at the Leisure Palms. It was a Conex box with a window cut in the side that opened for beer sales. There was a picnic table next to it. That was my Cheers. Olympia by the gallon. YUK. We had a ball. Our greatest fun was to grab a chicken roosting in a low tree at night and throw it in the EM Club and watch all the drunks try to catch it while it was running thru the bar and under pool tables. A great night was being invited to the Brit Club for a Watney's and watching the boys do the Swing Low Sweet Chariot pantomime while singing the song. To much! Diego Garcia is a perfect example of a love hate relationship. I still dream of the place and long to go back one more time.  

 

 

77 - 78

Name = Darryl Kinkey Sksa

submit_by = darrylkinley15@gmail.com

United States; USN; S-4

VT_of_a_Swallow = DAYTON

My_Warstory = After a long flight I was happy to land. Hot as hell 12 hour days 6 to 6. Found out I didn't know shit!! Learned alot from skc wright,sk2 rood,sh2 ridley Great food we grilled every day drank every day worked 6 days a week, R&R 6 days Singapore. NMCB 74

 

 

1977-78

Hi there , I wonder if you would post this for me.

I was on Diego Garcia in 1977-78. In Nov 1977 I was in the hospital ill and there was a USO show on that night. When the show finished , because I was unable to go to it, a rather nice female country singer came to visit me and played to me whilst sitting on my bed . Does anyone know who that singer would have been ?

Thanking you

Dr Richmond Dutton

I can be reached at : richmond_dutton@hotmail.com

 

 

Jan 1977 - Oct 1977

John "Killer" Miller = jfmillerll@yahoo.com

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; MCB 62 PW - electric shop

My_Warstory = What a time!! The sign over the Electric Shop door said it all - "If we can't fix it - it ain't broke". Memories - ALWAYS working on the wells in the jungle - and the Huts - plywood,tin roof, screens. We were right next to the UT's - Perky Parker's hut - which was at the ocean. The Bug sprayer jeep coming thru - grab a mask!! We built a rat trap in the Shop - electrical of course - it just tripped the breaker. So we used a transformer - we could smell that rat 500 ft away the next morning (ha) Took 2 days to clear that smell (haha). Was always getting dogged about hair cuts - finally gave in and got a "real" hair cut - and a shave (ha). Hadn't been without a beard - and to this day that was my last shave (ha). And Mark Coffman - what a guy!! (ha) Crazy at it's finest!! Lots of hot water for showers - even at 2 a.m. The bladders on the roof of the showers must have reached 300 degrees! (ha) Here's a good one - we rigged the lights in the new office upstairs of the BU shop - for a new LTJG ?? - we put the lights on a photo cell - I'm not sure he ever found out WHY they would go on and off at random (haha) Best guys in the world - the MCB-62 team !!

 

 

1977-78

Robert Hermanns = hermanns@fuse.net

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = CBMU-302

My_Quest = Find old friends

VT_of_a_Swallow = which species?

My_Warstory = I remember living in wooden hootches right on the beach. Our unit was in charge of the reefer banks for the island. So, on Saturday nights we'd go out and catch a mess of langoustines and have steak and lobster on Sunday afternoons. We'd have a guy coming from Subic Bay every Saturday afternoon, so we always had plenty of San Miguel to wash down that "surf and turf"!!

 

 

Sep 77 thru Mar 79

Name = Alex Palmer

submit_by = ojairanchplanner@gmail.com

Citizenship = USA

Other_Country =

Service = Other

Other_Service = Seabee

Outfit = NMBC4 after PW NAVSUPFAC

My_Quest = Remember the Good Stuff

VT_of_a_Swallow =

My_Warstory = Seems like I remember some of you guys that sent in a story. Saw NMCB 62, 74, 4, Det 133, Habu, and other units come and go. I was with Public Works for a year then got orders to transfer on site to NMCB4 for another 6 months.  For a couple of months I pulled meat from the freezer at I Site and took it to the galley.  Ran a road grader, built a rip-rip on the causeway out to the pier, a few times loaded coral blasted out during 'tide haul'.  Ran a crane on eight ship offloads.  One night during a backload to the supply ship a bunch of us pushed Chief Branch's brand new Weps into an empty Seavan, then lifted it up on top of the stack.  Next morning, the stack was gone and on board the ship headed for Hueneme.  Branch was pissed but didn't know where his Weps went to but about 30 days later he comes in holding a telegram and says, "my fuckin' Weps is in Hueneme and they want to know what to do with it!  Any of you assholes know how it got there?"  PRICELESS MOMENT!  Went to Singapore and the PI for R&R, had a jeepney driver Tony Tongol show me around and introduced me to balut and a guy named Dave (also from Detroit) with a '65 Mustang and a wife that owned a whore house.  Had a radio show, Diego R&R, for about a year & we rocked it! Lots of bad nights, lots of good ones.  I watched a guy operating an MRS fully loaded with dirt coming out of the runway and he wrapped it around the biggest tree on the island - that was it.  Broke a guys jaw one morning over a plate of scrambled eggs - wasn't worth it.  Sitting in my crane one morning I watched PO Eisenlord (?) stepping from one Mike boat towards another and missed - lost his leg.  Hot mfkr that place.  Not a lot of good times to write about, but there was a lot good men there and I was proud to serve with them - no shit.

 

 

April 1977 - April 1978

Bob Schuckert = bobschuckert@yahoo.com

Citizenship = USA

Service = USN

Outfit = CTT Classic Wizard Op

VT_of_a_Swallow = Fire Empire Club or street variety?

My_Warstory = Arrived very white, turned very red, stayed drunk most of the time, left medium brown. Tried to figure out what went through the mind of a CB (it generally took something stronger than the island's pre pop top, flat beer). By the time a CB started making some sense we were too drunk to give a hoot. Did those three CBs ever make it to Miami floating on those coolers filled with beer? "Over!" How about "Frenchy" who worked the gally. We believed that when he started smelling good - it was time to leave the island. Do they still have a $500 fine for molestation of sea turtles and donkeys? I wonder if the Brit rep ever got his jeep out from between the two coconut trees where we stood it on end. Can you still trade black coral to AF pilots for good booze? We got tired of tequila, flat Vietnam Era Olympia pre-poptop beer, and coconut juice. However, the crab boil on the beach and raw red snapper with mustard sauce off of the fingerling peer was pretty awesome. No girls on the island - not even USO - even all the chickens were roosters. Back to the Brit imposed fines. I can understand the sea turtle business but how can a drunk CB catch a donkey? Oh, he wasn't drunk. You gotta love the CO of the Rock at the time. He had us line up and walk the main camp - removing pieces of coral 2" or larger so he wouldn't trip (again). Did that pool ever get built? I watched two different groups of CBs rip up and try to rebuild that (hole lined with cement) the previous group had left behind. Forget the gym - plywood huts with tin roofs (and falling coconuts)were good enough until we finally got AC and block walled motel rooms. DG - would'nt trade the memories for anything. By the way, CBs rock and I'm proud to have known the few that were allowed off the compound. And thanks for running the MARS shack. I will always remember the rough SOB that yelled into the mic "HE said he loves you - over." That made the call home to the lil lady so much better.

 

 

Nov 1977 to July 1978

Bob Paulsen = soldiercityseabee@gmail.com

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = NMCB-74 Bravo Company

My_Quest = To live long

VT_of_a_Swallow = who cares

My_Warstory = From the very first day a military person stepped foot on Diego Garcia in 1970/71, all of us that have been there from that day to present day, whether it be one day or how ever long you stayed, have made history and helped make history happen. Whether we were sober or drunk the entire deployment, we were there. that is something to be proud of.

My story begins on Nov 4, 1977 arriving on Diego Garcia with the NMCB-74. We arrived on the 4th of Nov actually leaving Gulfport, Ms on Halloween night. Took 4 days to get to DG. Our first stop out of Gulfport was Anchorage, Alaska on Trans International stretch 8 aircraft. 1977 was when the airline mechanics went on strike and when we landed in Anchorage the pilots went on strike. 200 some guys in green fatigues stuck in Alaska for 3 days, finally getting us out of Elmendorf Air Force Base Alaska on C-141's. What a long cold ride that was. If you have ever flown on C-141, you know what I mean.

Anyway, arriving on Diego Garcia, going through British customs, making sure we were not bringing contraband, drugs, weapons, etc, on island. When we were done, we loaded on to buses and headed to Camp Cummins. After dropping us off in the open area of the trailer city, in the camp compound, we were given the number of the trailer in which we were to live in for the next 9 months. For the next couple of days, we were kept busy getting oriented learning where our jobs were, AND getting used to the hot climate was the kicker. 105 degrees in the shade year around. Burn very easy. Three days later, Nov 7, 1977, it was lunchtime, 12noon, standing in line outside the galley for lunch, I was looking at the menu, and all of a sudden it dawned on me, it was my birthday. Here I am, 23 yrs old out in the middle of the Indian Ocean doing construction work. At that age, I was just doing my job, but today, thinking back, that is something to be proud of.

For the next couple of months, I was on the Electrical crew installing electrical work for the NEW 3 story concrete barracks, tilt-up wall construction. They were on the back road behind Bravo Company, along MLO, CTR area. Then we went on to put together and electrify the Modulux buildings. They were prefab, throw together buildings, run wires and screw the walls in. Didn't take long at all to build one.

About two months in, I was reassigned to the Power Line crew. I helped with runway/taxiway lighting, helping the cable splicing crew connect all the underground main power lines under the taxiways so the power poles could be removed for the future extension of the taxiway along the main road leading to the airport. Myself and another CE were tasked to climb the poles and dismantle them once the power was running thru the underground lines. They were 65 foot poles with cross arms and 4 insulators, one for each line. We had taken down about 3 poles each. Before all that took place, there had to be ditches dug along the road at least 6 feet deep to accommodate the power lines going in that ditch headed toward the airport. There was a lot of hand digging to be done, I was one of a few lucky ones that had to hand dig. The front end loaders had tried a few times but because the coral was so hard, the hydraulic lines would bust. They could only scrape and loosen the top layers. So therefore, there were many unexcepted manhours used for this hand digging but we got it done. We worked sun up to sundown digging the coral.

While we were doing the taxiway lighting, we had a crew of 5 CE's. Two 2 man crews and one supervisor. His name was CE-1, prospective Chief, Dave Perkins. While we were working, he hollered to us that a storm was coming. At that time, we were at the 1000' foot mark of the 4500' runway. As we looked toward it, it was making the island disappear and it was coming fast. Dark heavy clouds full of rain. After scrambling to pick up loose gear, 3 guys jumped inside the cab of the deuce and a half and the other two, (one was me), stood in front of the truck for protection. The storm was now over us and the rain came down hard. Hitting our hardhats made it sound hard as well. It lasted about 10 minutes and continued toward camp and soaked it. The storm had passed, and the runway and everything else was steaming hot. It did not take long for the rain to steam away. We were soaked. Well, nothing else we could do except strip down except for our green shorts. Put our shirts and socks over the truck to dry and turned our boots upside down so the pavement would dry them. Again, it was so hot it did not take long for our boots to dry.

About half way through the deployment I was taken off projects and became Bravo Company Clerk. At that time, the Bravo Company Commander was Lt Pat Fogarty. ((Later on his career, he became Captain, and ultimately became CO of NMCB-74 where the battalion was in Iraq during Operation Desert Shield/Storm)). During the remainder of the deployment I remained as Bravo Company Clerk and I did a lot of "gopher" jobs, which included typing evals, making coffee etc, etc. There were only a couple of people including, Lt Fogarty, would call me radar. That is a nickname that DID NOT stick, thankfully. During my time as a company clerk, I had the privledge to be able to go to other offices that most people would not have been allowed and one of them was the BRIT Admin building where the BRIT Commanders office was. Fortunately for me, I had to take some kind of hand written info to him, can't remember what it was, and he was to respond back by handwritten memo as well. While I was in his office, I saw a stack of freshly printed booklets, which looked interesting and I had asked him if I could borrow one to read. He just looked at me, not sure how to respond, but said yes to it. He had me sign it and told me to bring it back because there were only so many that were printed for certain people. I told him I would return it. I guess signing it out was proof enough. Well...I never did return it and I have the privledge to have it to this day. The booklet is called, UNDER TWO FLAGS". Apparently there is some controversy about it and they pulled them back. Not mine.

My duty, along with a few other people, consisted of being in charge of the Coffee House. Some people did QuarterDeck watch, some at the MARS Station, etc. Mine was at the Coffee House. One night, someone came running in and screaming that there was a hut on fire. We all jumped up an ran out and there is this big glow down along the beach. It burned fast. Some of us went near it and could see what was going on. I had heard that a few guys were sent to Alpha Company to get water trucks. One guy came back driving a truck, ASSUMED it was a water truck, but instead, it turned out to be a fuel truck. Luckily they caught it in time. That was one of many exciting times on the island.

Thinking of other things, no women on island, 1400 men, could sunbathe and walk around NUDE on the beaches.

Our green fatigue uniform shorts were really cut short. Some about half way up our leg from the knee and others, well, they were cut so short, or rolled up short, that sometimes their business was hanging out. But that's the way it was then.

No swimming pool, that was under construction, but was completed and filled in April 1978, a small club to hang out because the new one was being built. Oh and the beer. When normal beer supplies ran out, they brought out these two NASTY tasting beers called TIGER AND ANCHOR. So loaded with formaldihyde and preservatives they tasted nasty. But HEY, it was alcohol and you could still get a good buzz if you could stand to drink a few. The booze flowed like water that's for sure.

A 4 lane bowling alley. I had my bowling gear with me and took advantage of that.

Going to the other side of the island for R & R, and the beer drinking donkeys. I had heard but I had not seen it, but rumor had it that a couple donkeys got pregnant by horny sailors. Only rumor.

Toured the plantation site a few times and were even lucky enough to see the couple of horse that were still alive. This was no rumor, but fact, that one of them was 16 hands high. That's big and looked big.

Early July, the Master Chief of the Command, M/C Harold Beal, (RIP Nov 12, 2009) called me at the B Co office and congratulating me on making second class. I was now a CE-2.

The only communication we had to communicate home besides the mail was the MARS station. That was always busy.

Well, there is so much more I could probably mention, IF I could remember them. I may have another blog here soon of this deployment.

I returned again to Diego Garcia, April to December 1982 with NMCB-One (McBone). I will have a blog about that deployment soon.

Thanks for listening. I don't mind if some facts I have said may be a little off and if someone corrects me on it or adds to it, I don't mind. Our memories are fading.

Bob Paulsen

 

 

77-78

Dixon Benshoof = dixoniv@mchsi.com

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = NMCB 74 A Co.

My_Warstory = I remember my first night in the hut the mosquitoes were biting so I covered with a sheet, they bit through it. So I put on the wool blanket and they bit through it. It was way too hot for a wool blanket, but the bites were worse.  The next morning I went on a search for an osculating fan so they couldn’t land on me and bite anymore. It was so nice when they brought the modules in with air and no bugs.  I would like to find some of the guys I was there with. Larry May, Rick Long, Jim Gould and Dave Meyers.

 

 

FEB 77-MAR78  AND MAR 81 TO JAN82

Name = CHRIS MURPHY = MCMURPHY@WAVECABLE.COM

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = PWD AND NMCB-40

My_Warstory = WORKED IN PWD FOR ONE YEAR AND THEN CAME BACK WITH NMCB-40 AND WORKED ON THE BARRACKS BOQ5, BEQ 9 & 11.

 

 

Nov 77 till Oct 78

Name = Steve Egan = segan11@yahoo.com

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = Public Works Power Plant

My_Quest = To see tomorrow

My_Warstory = I have a question for you T-Site guys. Was the T-Site Radiomen Chief Jerry Whittworth, the same guy from the Walker Spy Ring?  I think he looks the same.

 

 

Dates_Aboard = February-November 1977

Name = Tony Treadway = byurosa@bellsouth.net

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = MCB 62

My_Warstory = As a member of a Mobile Construction Battalion out of Gulfport, Mississippi, we were sent to Diego Garcia to help build this base.  We took part in extending the runway and building fuel storage tanks for carriers.  It was not all work, however, we did have time to play.  We played softball on a fine shell based ground (no grass).  And we also were able to unwind at the local bar.  Our living quarters consisted of six men in a modular unit with a number of them in a circle with the bathroom unit in the center.  We also had chickens around the living quarters.  Occasionally we would take a truck and travel down US/DG1 to the other side of the island and hang out, drink beer and have a picnic at an abandoned house.  Being from Florida, I was well used to the sun.  They warned us about it on Diego Garcia.  Non the less, it blistered me within the first couple days.  I was nearly sent home.  Once it started healing, I had to change my sheets everyday because of the peeling I had done overnight.  I remember one of my friends had been sent home because his father had passed away.  Elvis Presley died at the same time.  It is a beautiful island and wonder what it is like now.  I have met one other person who has been there.      

 

 

Dates_Aboard = 1977

Name = FC Prasse = fc@prasse.org

Citizenship = USA; Service = USAF; Outfit = 9th AREFS

My_Warstory = This was back when Carter was the President and the Ethiopians and Eritrians were beating each other up. Intel was that the Soviets were playing in the game so it was decided to run the SR-71 Habu around to take a peek (they did play in the battle of Massawa at the end of 1977). How do you get an SR-71 from Okinawa to East Africa? You put KC-135Q models up in the air in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Coveniently, there was a half-completed runway at DG. I was already deployed and spent a couple weeks ferrying JP-7 (SR-71 fuel) and other stuff in from Okinawa. First time in we were heavier than poop (tons of JP-7) and since I figured we'd need every inch of concrete to land this poop, I planned to dump the jet on brick one and brake like hell. So much for that plan, the good buddies building the runway had boulders piled up on the approach end that cost me about 300 feet of good concrete -- thanks guys. We made it, but it was an eyeball popping stop and the brakes were pretty toasty (no reverse thrust on our jets). I made a not-so-kind request that the freakin' boulders be removed within the next few heartbeats.

     I redeployed back to California, and had 12 hours of rest before we headed back west with two squadrons of SR-71 tankers. We had 'em parked at DG with the noses under the tails of the jets in front; it was probably more big aircraft (of the Boeing 707 variety) at one time than the rock had ever seen. We kept waiting for Carter to give the mission go, but it never came (it was a Presidential order mission). So, we spent a glorious two-week plus vacation going to the beach and drinking every ounce of warm beer on the rock (we picked up the beer 2-3 pallets at a time). We had to call in a C-130 from Clark AFB on a special beer resupply run. I think the Navy and Marine folks were happy to see us go since we stole everything they didn't have nailed down (we were known around the world as the "bandits") -- we acquired several trucks and my crew had the commander's jeep.

     By the way, we had several female crew chiefs with us (mine included) -- they were kept under armed guard at the hospital. So there were definitely USAF women on the rock as early as 1977 (at least for a couple weeks).

Here's a followup by email: 

The runway was not yet completed to its current length, but we had two squadrons of KC-135Q models on the ground at DG to support a planned Presidential order mission to run the SR-71 around east Africa (Ethiopians and Eritreans beating each other up). It was a top secret mission so there was no official public record that we were ever there (Gen Ellis, CINCSAC,  inadvertently divulged the mission publicly a few years later – I was back flying T-38s and had is son as a student pilot in my training flight). At the time I was in the 9th AREFS out of Beale AFB (AC in the KC). I was already deployed to Okinawa on a scheduled SR-71 support rotation and spent a couple weeks ferrying JP-7 into Diego. Then we went back to Beale and we were on the ground 12 hours before turning around and going back west. It was no small feat putting a Q model on the ground in one piece with tons of JP-7 on board, so landing the beast was a bit dicey.

      Diego had virtually no ramp space at the time so we had the jets lined up nose under tail on the taxiway. I think we hold the first record for the most big jets on the ground at one time. We also brought in several female crew chiefs, so the USAF had women on the ground for a couple weeks as early as 1977. They stayed in the hospital under armed guard.

      The mission never went so we spent two glorious weeks on “vacation.” We did consume every ounce of beer on the rock (by the pallet load), and had to call in a C-130 out of Clark AFB on a beer resupply run.

      I wonder what ever happened to all the bladders of JP-7 we left sitting on the ground when we beat feet out of Dodge.

      It think it was about 10 years later that KC-135s began to officially show up on the rock. Back when we first showed up on the first JP-7 ferry mission (essentially we were proving mission feasibility), I recall we had about 9,000’ of usable concrete – the construction to build out the single runway had just started. There were bulldozers and big coral boulders all over the place and the runway had no overruns. The approach end when landing to the northwest was a real wreck with boulders piled up on the approach end of the runway. I had planned to drag in the approach and dump the mains on brick one dissipating as much airspeed as possible on landing, but the boulders put a kink in that plan because I had to keep the mains above the boulders and get the tail past the boulders before I could dump it. I was not the happiest of campers when I pulled off the runway with my brakes smoking – antiskid cycling all the way down the runway. The mission was a real landing joy. We came out of Okinawa maxed out with JP-7, landed heavy as heck at Clark, and then took off at max weight to Diego. It’s a wonder we managed not to bend any jets.

 

 

1977-78

Dr Richmond Dutton = richmond_dutton@hotmail.com

Service = British Joint Services

My_Quest = finding anyone who rembers the Joint Services expedition personnel 1977-78

     I was in DG off & on during 1977-78 . I was a botanist / herpetologist with the British Joint Sevices Chagos Archipelago Expedition. We were mostly living out on the islands Peros Bahnos in particular but often came into BG in our yacht the Paille en Queue skipperd by the late Peter Winch. However out of the 18 of us I spent the longest in DG in the marvellous little hospital . Would like to thank the doc in charge but dont know his name ... but then he never told me what was actually wrong with either.. they brought me in from Peros thinking I had meningitis which caused a scene of panic on DG .. reminiscent of the bit in ET where the medics examine him at the house ! I remember a yound twit of an Ensign who tried to stop me going into the enlisted mens mess on the grounds that I was not wearing socks and looked like a 'sack of shit' . OK I was a little scruffy but then I had arrived in DG with no clothes and only had the hospital PJs to wear til a Master Sgt in the Seabees gave me a set of Seabee jungle greens and anti spike jungle boots ! I think I still have them somewhere ! I also remember a guy who was a keen bass fisherman who called himself Sgt Rock .. buy I dont imagine that was hid real name. One thing really sticks out and that was when I was in hospital which was maybe Nov 1977 , there was a USO show .. and a female country singer came to my bedside and sang to me for half an hour cos I could not get to the show. Does anyone recall who that singer was ? Anyhow thats all for now.. though I may have a record here in that I am probably the only Brit who has been to DG and had a brother serving there too . I have some pics too of that period if any one is interested.

 

 

1977

Charles Roll = boxcar84our@gmail.com

Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = NMCB62

VT_of_a_Swallow = long as she can take it all the way

My_Warstory = Diego Gracia in 1977 with MNCB 62... after having a long jamming day of drinking MOJO I went back to the seahut(I don`t remember even that part) I passed out in my bed only to wake up about 4 am. Not knowing anything at the moment I realised there was something on my chest. It was still pich dark except for the moonlight. As my eyes focused and started to get my bearings about myself I found out that this weight on me was the biggest freaking rat and its head was right there at my dong! I grabed it and just threw it towards my feet but it sailed to the other side where there was a fellow seabee sleeping as well. The rat landed right on him,which woke him and he screamed and threw it off of him. The nights came on very quick and  got everyone awke chasing that rat. Needless to say the rat got away but the next night the guy who I threw the rat on had rat traps all the way around his bed.LOL sleep tight my friend!

 

 

77-78

Name = Bill Blackwell

submit_by = billb32780@yahoo.com

Other_Country = white boy

Service = Seabees

Outfit = NMCB-40  A Co.

My_Quest = Looking for my buds

VT_of_a_Swallow = whatever you want

My_Warstory =  O.K. don't everyone get pissed at me.Just wanted to know who remembers the killdozer on Guam '77?

FTN 40

 

 

1977-1978

Samuel Wilcox Sr  samuel.wilcox@gmail.com

Citizenship = USA

Service = USN

Outfit = SATCOM Receiver Area

My_Quest = Huh?

I was there from 1977 - 1978....SATCOM on the receiver site.  Thanks for putting that site together, it really brings back some memories and the photos are the best I've ever seen.  I have a few as well.  Thanks again!

My_Warstory = Awesome time. We completely rebuilt the Satcom building using materials "borrowed" from our Sea Bee brothers...LMAO.......Had one USO show and the women slept in the infirmary.....LOL.....R&R in Singapore (no uniforms allowed) and a riot going in and out through Clark in the PI......lived in a "sea hut" for half the time I was there then the barracks....I laugh my ass off when I hear people whining about how bad their barracks is....LOL.....great site, I'd love to get in touch with anyone who was there at the time I was.

Sam Wilcox Sr

ET USN

1975 - 1984

 

 

1977-78, 1984, 2008

Roger Hanthorn [roger-tess@hanthorn.com]

I was stationed in Diego From April 77 To April 78. I was an RM2 and worked in Tech Control at R-Site. I Spent 4 months moored in the the lagoon on the USS Proteus May to Aug 1984. I retired in 1990 and worked for the State of Oregon for 18 years. This job opportunity came up about 8 months ago. I applied and got the job. When I got my clearance back in Feb 08 my boss calls me and says "Pack you bags your going to Diego Garcia." So here I am again back in paradise. Be careful what you say you might just get it. Lots more buildings now and communications with home are easier and being a civilian helps but it is still the same place. I liked it when I was stationed here and in 1984 when I was here. It is 2008 and I still like the place. Some things never change.

Roger A Hanthorn

DYN-Marine Services

Squadron Communicator

Compsron Two

 

 

1977 Navchapgru

NAME = craig hall

MY QUEST = I have pictures

VT of a SWALLOW = not sure

E-MAIL = craig@craigandrebekah.com

NATIONALITY = us

SERVICE = usn

UNIT = navchapgru

RANK/RATE/JOB = sw3 out of it

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell MY WARSTORY = was there for just a while to off load a ship so you could have stuff to work with.  Please check out my pictures at:  www.craigandrebekah.com

 

 

1977-1978

Keith Millett <keithmillett@kcmtruck.com>

My name is Keith Millett & I would like to consider myself part of the DG Alumni.  I was there with NMCB 74 in 77/78 I think, I can tell you that when I arrived there we slept in Sea Huts & when I left we were in air conditioned mods.

     Unfortunately I have cooked to many brain cells over the years to accurately create a timeline of certain parts of my life, i.e. 1976 thru 1982.

     I have been able to find a couple of the guys from my battalion, but would like to find more. We spent a lot of time together in Okinawa, Phillipines & Diego Garcia as a GREAT finale.  Please contact me if you think you could be of any help.

Thanx, Keith

 

 

1977-1978; 1976-1977

The Rick <therick74dg@yahoo.com>

" DAMN! THAT PLACE!!! "

I did two tours there back to back, 9mo. each!  First with a detachment NMCB 74, then with the main body.  1976 - 1977 then AGAIN! 1977 - 1978

Yeah, im sure a lot of people liked it there post circa 1980.  After most accomodations were already built. WITH AIR CONDITIONING!!!  Not to mention A POOL! as in so-called paradise.  But for those pre-post years, we lived in swelltering HEAT! HOT HEAT! and HUMIDITY! in Seahuts.  Nothing but sheet metal banging away on 2X4's and plywood all night.  And that was when there was a breeze.  When there was no breeze or wind, it was worse!

     The buzzing of mosquitoes and, bites, we woke up scratching all day LONG!  Those DAMN mosquitoes had landing lights.  And you call that paradise?  Ask those who had to stand watch, ESPECIALLY THE ARMORY!  You had to wear long sleeve shirts buttoned all thew way to the neck just to make the bites less, even at NIGHT! WITH HUMID HEAT!

     For us/them, I don't think it was such a nice place, even to just visit!!!!

     I want to be DIEGO BURGER, KING!  WITH ARCH PALM TREES... if it still exist? If not REBUILD! and open all night! with donkey walk thru.

     I was also THE RASIN JACK KING! made it by the 10 gal. loads.  Had people saving their empty BOONES FARM bottles to pour it in.  Because when the supply ship came in, half the alcohol was gone already! And YES! I gave it away for free!

     Diego, is that place still under the same management?

HELL YEAH! I GOT A LOT OF WAR STORIES!

" DAMN! THAT PLACE!!! "

 

 

 1977-1978

NAME = Brian D Clouse

MY QUEST = Hear from old friends

VT of a SWALLOW = Let's see. the terminal velocity of a Bald Eagle is...........................

E-MAIL = bk112479@aol.com

NATIONALITY = USA

SERVICE = USN

UNIT = Diving Locker

RANK/RATE/JOB = EN2/DV2. Left the Nav after 5yrs. Finishing up a career as a Supervisor for the City of Spokane, Wa.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego Garcia

MY WARSTORY = Jim Grainger, Pete Holden and I lost a 21' Boston Whaler with 3 sets of scuba tanks, two tanks of fuel, and the key hanging in the ignition. We had anchored it just off one the islands at the mouth of the lagoon, while we were on the island, the tide came in and "popped" the anchor loose. By the time we came back to where we had anchored it, it was a quarter mile out to sea. Pete and I dove in and started swimming after it, but it was an out-going tide and all we were doing was swimming ourselves out to sea with no chance of catching the boat. We came to our senses and turned back, by that time we were closer to the other island than the one we had started from, but we were now swimming against the tide. By the Grace of God, (and being Navy Divers) we were able to make it to the other island without drowning or being eaten alive. They finally sent the Mike boats after us just before dark, and the rescue was made. The Whaler made it all the way to Australia and was found off the Australian coast by a fisherman, he got into it, started it up, and drove it home,- he sent the Navy a note of thanks!!

 

 

Jan 1977-Jan 1978

NAME = Was Tom Glancy (before entering the witness protection program)

MY QUEST = To find other charter members of the "Chicken Chokin Club"

VT of a SWALLOW = Far as I know its still the same...The fewer, the higher....

E-MAIL = Tom_Glancy@yahoo.com

NATIONALITY = Irish American

SERVICE = USN

UNIT = Navy Exchange Office NFCU REP Sold AMEX Travelers checks

RANK/RATE/JOB = Participated in the Grand opening of the Diego Burger Joint and worked for Special Services P/T Helped fill the time and made some xtra dough in the process.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Geo-political Rabble Rousing

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = I am a Born Liar, and Want To Tell About All The Sex I Had on Dodge

MY WARSTORY =  Hi Ted and thanks for keeping up the site for all these years.  The first time I visited I was driving a 386 with 3.1 under the hood. How times have changed. Looks like things have changed in Dodge as well, I guess it was an eventuality.  Havn't gotten around to pah-roosin the pics yet and have to admit that a part of me is afraid to do so.  I'd kinda like to remember it as it was however my curiousity will get the best of me before I travel back through the ether to somewhere in Oklahoma. Lord knows how I ended up here and its quite a disapointment at times when I whip out my official looking ID which identifies me as the Minister of Chickin-Chokin DEMREPDG. No bands play, and not a single vested virgin throws one rose petal ahead of me or in my wake. So once again I find myself retreating through the ether to my past where I can at least be a legend in my own mind.  It was only recently that I had the revelation that not one time in my fifty odd years have I heard the words uttered..."Hey! Lets move to Oklahoma!   Maybe I'll look into one of the jobs you have mentioned here or return to reclaim my rightful place in the Ministry of the PROPEOPDEMREPDG.

And to all who have served, are serving or will serve.  If nobody has told you lately, Thank you.

 

 

1977-1978

NAME = Thom Rasine

MY QUEST = To find some very good frinds

VT of a SWALLOW = who cares

E-MAIL = thomrmcb74@yahoo.com

NATIONALITY = American

SERVICE = NMCB74

UNIT = "A" co.

RANK/RATE/JOB = EO3

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = There are so many stories that could be told. i went over on the advance party and came back on the delayed party. What was i nuts. No just short and didnt want to sit around Mississippi for a couple of months. Any way i remember filling the water tankers that were used for dust control on the haul roads. we would be swimming in the tankers as they were being filled. looking back it was refreshing but a little un safe. but what the hell we were in-destructible.we worked our ass off all day and some of us at nite. had a great time on that island of beautiful white beaches and better sun sets. i was in that last sea hut before it was burned down. now that was a party, but so was every pay day and weekend. miss all the friends that were there. and the ones that we said we will always stay in touch. hey life goes on. any one feel that the culture shock was not going to the rock but coming back to reallity and wearing clothes. and not acting like a animal. boy it was like neverland. all the 1st classes and cheifs were drunk and not realy give a shit. sure would like to here from some of you guys.

 

 

july77-nov77

NAME = kevin

MY QUEST = to live by the ocean

VT of a SWALLOW = 88mph

E-MAIL = later

NATIONALITY = irishgermanamerican

SERVICE = usn

UNIT = alpha co tire shop

RANK/RATE/JOB = then ce3 now LIFGR

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Other

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Snorkeling Story MY WARSTORY = john z and I took a duece and a half to the donkey gate. if you turn right there,  there was a truck trail down to oceanside. we got down ok parked it. couple hours snorkeling and few bottles annie green springs later we discovered the tide had been coming in, and fast.

water was washing around the base of the tires causing the truck to sink some. we sobered real quick. alot of jockeying the truck back and forth (that shit was worse than snow) throwing rocks and wood and whatever we finally got it back up on dry land. the whole time thinking about the poor SOB that did the same stupid thing beach side with a weps carrier. that one had to be pulled by alpha co if I remember right.  we were not supposed to be down there anyhow.

Fegly would have had our ass. that old duece probably had to go to the heavy shop after that for tranny work. never did tell anyone in alpha co. my boss was EO1 jackson. he was good people. i got lot of b/w photos of the old plantation, the graveyard,the flightline with the 141,s. we used to use det cord packed with grease to blow the tire bead off the rim of those big earth movers. did any of you guys do the guam dpylmt in 78?

 

 

1977

NAME = Barton Pepper

MY QUEST = To go back to DG as a space-a

VT of a SWALLOW = 24psi

E-MAIL = Not this time

NATIONALITY = USA

SERVICE = Navy

UNIT = Chaplain with NMCB 62

RANK/RATE/JOB = Retired from Navy in 1982, from church work in 1997

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = I did a lot of fishing in my spare time.  Commodore Weiss was an avid fisherman and caught a 17-lb redfish (or sea bass or the like) and wanted me to cook it for him.  I had it all planned, even down to making hot German potato salad.  The chief at the Officers' Club cooked it in aluminum foil and it was mush when he got through with it.

     The Commodore taught me how to make weights for your fishing line out of some rocks on the beach that had washed back and forth until they had holes in them, thus saving you from having to buy weights at the Navy Exchange (if they had any).  I kept all the fish I caught, no matter how small, fileted them and cooked them in hot oil.  He told me to throw the small ones back, but after I gave him some of my fried fish, fried with a beer batter, he never said another word.

     I worked part-time with the Alcohol Rehab Center on DG as my chaplain's assistant was in charge of the center.  I went out in the small boat on one of the few days that it was calm enough to take it out, and we caught four or five grouper and we took them back to the Rehab Center and cooked them for our dinner.

     I enjoyed working with the men of my battalion and the island personnel.  I gave emergency messages to a lot of guys and tried to help them to get home if it was called for.  I saw one guy back in Gulfport who I had helped to get back, and he said, "I really put one over on you, Chaplain!"  No skin off my nose, I said.  I would rather err on the generous side than to turn down someone who had a bad situation back home.  Good luck to all SeaBees!

 

 

1977 and 1980

NAME = Rick Baptista

MY QUEST = Who Knows

VT of a SWALLOW = Who Knows

E-MAIL = r.baptista@comcast.net

NATIONALITY = White

SERVICE = NMCB-40

UNIT = Pipe rat; Crane crew; Batch Plant

RANK/RATE/JOB = EO3 to EOC

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Drinking Story

MY WARSTORY = What can I say! I stole the truck loaded with Alpha Company, crashed the donkey gate and chased them fucking brits down the road.  To bad Barto got caught.  Sure was a long walk from the plantation to t-Site. If it wasn't for the human chain at the donkey gate the rest of us would'nt have got caught.  Well there you GO LT. Rock now you know.  Well he always knew but just couldn't prove it.  If Bll the Head didn;t hit that Brit with his sneaker they might have let us go. Well thats one story of many I can tell.  Was a fun place and did alot of drinking.  Having the shits during Shipoff load cause of bad Turkey Ala King.  Looking for Bad Bart; Dan Hosher; Ron Ried etc.  Hey Dog Face I thought that was in Newfoundland I broke your back.  Anyway I should be getting half that check.  For all that recall this story send me an e-mail

 

 

From:  "JOE PRANAITIS" <thegardner@charter.net>

To:  easy501@zianet.com

Date:  22 Nov 2006, 07:36:30 PM

Subject:  diego garcia

         I was with a Seabee detachment from n m c b 40. I was stationed there Jan 1977-Sept 1977. I thought that it was a beautiful island. our mission was the blasting crew. tide haul crew and rockcrusher crew. During low tide we would drill holes in the coral and pack the holes with dynamite, at high tide we would blast, then again at low tide we would move the blasted coral to the rock crusher where we would make different size aggregate for the concrete witch was used to extend the runway. When I was there in 77 there was no air conditioning, but I was 19 years old so it was no big deal. We slept in 13 man hootches. I am glad that I went there it is an experience that it will never forget. I sure would like to go back there and check it out and see how much it has changed. Do you know of anyway to get there on a trip?

 

 

FEB-NOV 1977

NAME = JIM SCHOELEN

MY QUEST = TO FIND THE S.O.B. THAT GAVE ME THE NAME "PUMPKINHEAD"!

VT of a SWALLOW = W.T.F.?

E-MAIL = seabee.hammer@hotmail.com

NATIONALITY = AMERICAN BY BIRTH, OKLAHOMAN BY CHOICE.

SERVICE = U.S. NAVY

UNIT = NMCB 62 DELTA CO.

RANK/RATE/JOB = THEN-BUCN

NOW-BU1 NMCB 22 (1993-PRESENT) CURRENTLY OIF 04-06 AL QAIM, IRAQ MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell MY WARSTORY = JUST A KID REALLY WHEN I LANDED, NAIVE AS HELL. SAT DOWN AT THE ONLY EMPTY SEAT IN THE OLD CHOW HALL DURING ONE OF THE FIRST BREAKFASTS ON DG. MEET THREE GUYS FROM THE N.E., KENNY KAER, JOE MARTIN AND SID GATLIN. SPENT MANY NIGHTS ON THE ROCK PARTYING IN THEIR HOOCH BEACUSE THEY HAD ONE OF THE AICONDITIONED CANS INSTEAD OF A SEAHUT. MY HUT WAS ABOUT 30 YARDS FROM THE OCEANSIDE BEACH AND WENT TO SLEEP LISTENING TO THE WAVES.

POURED CONCRETE MOSTLY WHILE THERE... FUEL STORAGE FARM TANK FOUNDATIONS, RUNWAY APRONS AND BLASTPAD AND WATER TREATMENT PLANT.

WORKED ON THE CONCRETE PUMP TRUCK WITH BU2 PAUL EVANS, WHO HAD THIS THING ABOUT FISHBOWLS AND GOLDEN SHOWERS!

HELPED UNLOAD TWO SUPPLY SHIPS THAT HAD TO ANCHOR IN THE LAGOON AND UNLOAD ONTO BARGES. WE WATCHED THE CREWS 8MM PORNO ON THE FANTAIL WHILE WE WAITED FOR THE BARGES TO RETURN. THE DRIVE BELT BROKE ONE NIGHT RIGHT BEFORE THE MONEY SHOT AND IN THE TRUE SEABEE CAN DO WITH NOTHING TRADITION, WE FIXED THE PROJECTOR WITH A BLOUSING STRAP. WORKED LIKE A CHARM.

ALSO REMEMBER THE MORNING WE WERE LOADING UP ON THE DUECE AND HALF TO GO TO WORK AND MIKEY POLLARD RIPPED A MORNING AFTER WHITE RUSSIAN NIGHT AT THE EM CLUB FART AND CLEARED THE BACK OF THE TRUCK.

PEOPLE WERE DIVING HEAD FIRST INTO THE SAND TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE BECAUSE THE CANVAS COVER WAS ON AND THE FRONT FLAP WAS DOWN TOO! JOE ELBERT WILL TESTIFY TO THE CAUSTIC ODOR OF THAT GAS!

I REGRET THAT I DID NOT GET MUCH MEMORABILIA FROM DIEGO GARCIA. ALWAYS ON THE LOOKOUT FOR SOME... LET ME KNOW WHERE THE STUFF IS OK?

 

 

1977

NAME = Britt Snodgrass

MY QUEST = Just checking in

VT of a SWALLOW = D0esn't matter after the first six pack

E-MAIL = snodgrass@ltex.net

NATIONALITY = Texican

SERVICE = Navy

UNIT = NMCB 62

RANK/RATE/JOB = BU-3 for most of my 5 year carreer

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Geo-political Rabble Rousing

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Sailing Story

MY WARSTORY = I was on the last boat unloading the cargo ship so we had to follow it out to sea to pick up the harbor pilot. I was chosen to hold the jacobs ladder for the pilot as he came down. We were near the stern of the ship. I looked down from my precarious position on the edge of the boat to see the enormous propeller going round and round chopping up the water, the little flat bottom boat was lerching up and down in open water and I was about to shit myself getting this guy down without going over the side. It was then that I knew I had made the right choice to stay on dry land for my Naval career. Anyone else get a raging (non-alcohol) head-ache from unloading the dynamite?

 

 

FEB-NOV 1977

NAME = JIM SCHOELEN

MY QUEST = TO FIND THE S.O.B. THAT GAVE ME THE NAME "PUMPKINHEAD"!

VT of a SWALLOW = W.T.F.?

E-MAIL = seabeehammer@hotmail.com

NATIONALITY = AMERICAN BY BIRTH, OKLAHOMAN BY CHOICE.

SERVICE = U.S. NAVY

UNIT = NMCB 62 DELTA CO.

RANK/RATE/JOB = THEN-BUCN

NOW-BU1 NMCB 22 (1993-PRESENT) CURRENTLY OIF 04-06 AL QAIM, IRAQ

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = JUST A KID REALLY WHEN I LANDED, NAIVE AS HELL. SAT DOWN AT THE ONLY EMPTY SEAT IN THE OLD CHOW HALL DURING ONE OF THE FIRST BREAKFASTS ON DG.  MEET THREE GUYS FROM THE N.E., KENNY KAER, JOE MARTIN AND SID GATLIN. SPENT MANY NIGHTS ON THE ROCK PARTYING IN THEIR HOOCH BEACUSE THEY HAD ONE OF THE AICONDITIONED CANS INSTEAD OF A SEAHUT. MY HUT WAS ABOUT 30 YARDS FROM THE OCEANSIDE BEACH AND WENT TO SLEEP LISTENING TO THE WAVES. POURED CONCRETE MOSTLY WHILE THERE... FUEL STORAGE FARM TANK FOUNDATIONS, RUNWAY APRONS AND BLASTPAD AND WATER TREATMENT PLANT. WORKED ON THE CONCRETE PUMP TRUCK WITH BU2 PAUL EVANS, WHO HAD THIS THING ABOUT FISHBOWLS AND GOLDEN SHOWERS!

     HELPED UNLOAD TWO SUPPLY SHIPS THAT HAD TO ANCHOR IN THE LAGOON AND UNLOAD ONTO BARGES. WE WATCHED THE CREWS 8MM PORNO ON THE FANTAIL WHILE WE WAITED FOR THE BARGES TO RETURN. THE DRIVE BELT BROKE ONE NIGHT RIGHT BEFORE THE MONEY SHOT AND IN THE TRUE SEABEE CAN DO WITH NOTHING TRADITION, WE FIXED THE PROJECTOR WITH A BLOUSING STRAP. WORKED LIKE A CHARM. ALSO REMEMBER THE MORNING WE WERE LOADING UP ON THE DUECE AND HALF TO GO TO WORK AND MIKEY POLLARD RIPPED A MORNING AFTER WHITE RUSSIAN NIGHT AT THE EM CLUB FART AND CLEARED THE BACK OF THE TRUCK.  PEOPLE WERE DIVING HEAD FIRST INTO THE SAND TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE BECAUSE THE CANVAS COVER WAS ON AND THE FRONT FLAP WAS DOWN TOO! JOE ELBERT WILL TESTIFY TO THE CAUSTIC ODOR OF THAT GAS!

     I REGRET THAT I DID NOT GET MUCH MEMORABILIA FROM DIEGO GARCIA. ALWAYS ON THE LOOKOUT FOR SOME... LET ME KNOW WHERE THE STUFF IS OK?

 

 

1977 - 1978

NAME = James Ash

E-MAIL = zbz55@yahoo.com

NATIONALITY = US

SERVICE = Navy

UNIT = Communications - Receiver Site

RANK/RATE/JOB = RM2

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Please Select The Category That Best Discribes Your Interest in Diego Garcia

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Please Select a Title For Your Story, or Select 'Other'

MY WARSTORY = Anyone still around from the Receiver Site in 1977-78... Resendez, Pullen, Mayo, Brubaker, Ketcham, Bohannon... ??

 

 

June 1977 to June 1978

NAME = John Danforth

MY QUEST = Seek Old Friends

VT of a SWALLOW =

E-MAIL = ddanforth@cox.net

NATIONALITY = United States

SERVICE = US Navy

UNIT = NavCommSta

RANK/RATE/JOB = RMSN

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = One nice sunny tropical day while driving form a small motor boat in the lagoon, I brought a peice of coral in the boat. A small sea snake came slithering out. The other ship mate I was with, Michael Wright almost had a coronary. We still had a good time and would have many more memnories of the rock to tell. I was a young man in those days. There were no women on the island. Just 300 CommSta sailors and 1200 CB's who were basic animals. Never the less, I still made many friends with them.

 

 

77

NAME = Kevin Brown

MY QUEST = Looking for friends

VT of a SWALLOW = I'm not hip to your lingo

E-MAIL = ciythog@verizon.net

NATIONALITY = US citizen

SERVICE = USN

UNIT = Worked in the paint &body shop with Alpha Co. NMCB-74

RANK/RATE/JOB = CM3-I'm still in and getting ready to deploy to Kuwait in January 06

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = After arriving on Diego alot of us stayed up and drank alot of Oly and San Miguel before we were to report for quarters the next day.  I guess some of my fellow seabees were late for quarters because we got a royal chewing out by Chief Clark.  I'll attempt to paraphrase his rant " ...just because we're on an isolated island in the middle of nowhere there will be no excuses for missing muster."  He then immediately barfed all over his boots.  I guess he must have had a few the night before, but by golly he hadn't been late for quarters.  Another time one of the seahuts caught fire and there was a big hubbub about it.  My friend and I, Koz he was called, had had a few drinks and were feeling no pain.  We wandered outside of our module (#9 I think) and decided to go over and watch the fire.  When got there we were apprehended by the MAA and taken to the brig.  Inside of the brig was what appeared to be a dog cage about 5ft. square and about 4ft. high.  They put us in there with no explanation and went back out.  My buzz was gone by now and I was really mad.  When they returned later MA1 Stroud told us that someone had fingered us for setting the seahut on fire.  For some reason he now figured we hadn't and was letting us go free.  It was nice to be out of the cage and free and all but it just wasn't enough after all the crap we just went through.  As I was pondering what I could do to get revenge, Koz walked over to the MAA's jeep, reached in, and pulled the key out of the ignition.  I was thinking maybe he was going to steal the jeep but to my pleasant surprise he threw the keys as far into the jungle as he could.  We then walked away with a satisfing feeling of sweet revenge.

 

 

feb77 to oct77

NAME = mark coffman

MY QUEST = to win the lotto

VT of a SWALLOW = what ever

E-MAIL = markcoffman@peoplepc.com

NATIONALITY = american

SERVICE = usn

UNIT = nmcb62 mars operator

RANK/RATE/JOB = ce3 made e4 right before my 4 years were up.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First REAL Club Med Opens

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY =    BEFORE I ENDED UP IN DIEGO I WAS IN PUPLIC WORKS ROTA SPAIN.MUST OF PISSED SOMEONE OFF BIG TIME..  ANYWAY BEFORE DEPLOYMENT I VOLUNTEERED TO BE A MARS OPERATER.THATS WAS MY ONLY JOB THERE. IT WAS ME AND SOME PILIPPINO GUY .? IT WAS A TIT JOB FOR SURE.THE STATION WAS EVEN AIR CONDITIONED. HAD WAY TOO MUCH FREE TIME.PLAYED LOTS OF RAQUETBALL.PLAYED THE SKIPPER [CDR.FEGLEY]AND WON.         MY ENLISTMENT WAS UP A MONTH BEFORE 62 CAME BACK TO THE WORLD. WAS NOT INTERESTED IN REENLISTING...WENT BACK TO MY HOME IN MAINE.WORKED IN A SHIPYARD [BATH IRON WORKS] AS A CONSTUCTION ELECTRITION FOR OVER 10 YEARS.GOT TIRED OF THAT AND THE COLD ...MOVED TO SOUTHWEST FLA. IN 1992.... NOW IAM A MAIL CARRIER FOR OVER 5 YEARS. THE WEATHERS GREAT [EXCEPT FOR HURICANE CHALEY]. RIDE MY HALEY YEAR ROUND SAME ONE FOR 22 YEARS MORE THAN BOTH X WIFES...               HAVE 2 ISSUES OF THE SEABEACON HOMEPORT AND THE MEN OF ALFA. SOME PHOTOS .WOULD LIKE TO HERE FROM ANYONE ESPECIALLY FROM PUPLIC WORKS ROTA.

 

 

1977-1978

NAME = ED HOLLAND

MY QUEST = to see if i can find any of the old timers I worked and partied with.

VT of a SWALLOW = no idea

E-MAIL = wdgtrplyr@aol.com

SERVICE = U.S. NAVY  SEABEES

UNIT = " A " CO.  cement crew / mixers / hauled bulk cement to the jr batch plants

RANK/RATE/JOB =  EOCN I had all my #$%@ together to make 3rd class but the good old nav. had just started a wieght program and I was 8 lbs over for my hieght and they wouldn't let me pin it on.A couple of months later they decided they were overmanned in my rate EO they started offering early outs. I signed UP FOR MINE. and suddenly, i;m not only short to get off the rock and go home to my wife linda, but iwas short in the nav. too. I did like most of us did when Igot short I got that bottle of seagrams 7 drank it and tied that " SHORT TIMERS RIBBON" on my hard hat. hell i wasnt short any more , i was next. we were back in gulfport the 10th of july 78  I had 10 days to "MUSTER AND MAKE IT" and was headed home to calif.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First REAL Club Med Opens

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Drinking Story

 

   

Feb.'77 to Sept.'77 as part of NMCB62.

NAME = Ken Cavanaugh

E-MAIL = kencav44@yahoo.com

SERVICE = NMCB62.

UNIT = RANK/RATE/JOB = Steel worker; fab. re-bar,tanks on cosway, steel swimming pool

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Irritated World Citizen/Communist/Religious Extremist

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = I can't believe no one has pass on the story of the returning advanced party from Diego. The airline running the strech8 claimed someone from a small group of 200+ said there was a bomb on the plane when we arrived in anchorage Alaska.

Oh yeah the airline people were on strike. So volunteers came forward to admit there transgressions the steward, yeah he was a short fat guy, could not pick out the culprits.

What happened next was genius

200+ Seabees lined the condors of anchorage international air port in utilities and placed all the cash they had between their booted feet International passengers walked by Japs mostly and actually attempted to pick up the loose cash a few even asked if we were at war Airport security ran around screaming pick up the money

Fuck you was the basic reply

Finial the Alaskan State police arrived

Investigation and integration the airline then sent us downtown to a hotel and that where the spider monkey bar was the monkies were freed by some of us and are welcome at the bar was terminated

 

 

1977 - 1978

NAME = Allen Porter

MY QUEST = Looking for roomates in public works dorm.

VT of a SWALLOW =

E-MAIL = karpmed@hotmail.com

NATIONALITY = american

SERVICE = Navy

UNIT = antenna maintenance-public works

RANK/RATE/JOB = HTFN

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Drinking Story

MY WARSTORY = Does anyone remember Christmas Eve.1977 in a public works dorm?

We were all standing in a circle passing fifth of booze, talking about our families stateside. When everyone woke up the next morning

we all discovered none of us had made it to our rooms.  We were all still in the living room where we had been the night before.

And remember rhe crazy coconut crab catching craze?? That was me!!!

Can write to me at:

PO Box 215

Medford, OR  97501

 

 

Jan. 1977 until Nov. 1977

NAME = Joe Burton

MY QUEST = Hoping to hear from some old pals.

VT of a SWALLOW = As long as you're swallowing booze, who cares about the terminal velocity?

E-MAIL = Joethemusicguy511@yahoo.com

NATIONALITY = American

SERVICE = USN

UNIT = NMCB 62 The "E" battalion in 1977

RANK/RATE/JOB = BUCN got out after 4 yrs.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in the Club

MY WARSTORY = I was one of the lucky (?) ones who resided in the 4-man trailers.  They had air conditioners but the condensation was so bad we had puddles in the floors most of the time.  We named our hut "The Wondercave."  Roommates Gordon Boswell (a rich kid who wanted to be a Seabee), Al Frank, who was infatuated with his biceps (good right cross, by the way) and Smitty the "town drunk."  Other friends-Ricky Dean Campala, Buffalo Bob Mayes, and several more I can't remember after all these years.  I think it would be safe to say that none of us drew a completely sober breath during the entire tour at DG.  Besides, I worked at night at the EM club on the beach (the old prefab building we used before the real one was built).  I think it was called "The Combined Rates Club" or something like that.  It even had a stage where Shep and the guys jammed on the weekends.  Anyone remember them?  They always closed with "Free Bird."  Not bad, either.  I can't remember the name of the group, though.  The White Tide???  If any of you know me please write.  I have only one picture from DG and it is from one of our many drunken picnics.  I still have dreams about that place.  I would like to visit sometime, though.  Knowing I wouldn't be there month after month eating coconuts.  However, what about the great prices for the booze?  You'll NEVER find Chivas Regal and Crown Royal that cheap again!

 

 

Aug 77 - Aug 78

NAME = Sam Wilcox

MY QUEST = find others who were there with me

VT of a SWALLOW = infinite

E-MAIL = sam.wilcox@verizon.net

NATIONALITY = USA

SERVICE = Navy

UNIT = SATCOMM

RANK/RATE/JOB = ET2

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego Garcia

MY WARSTORY = Watching guys swimming naked in the lagoon being told to get the hell out because SECDEF and wife were coming down the beach on

a tour.......:>)

 

   

1977

NAME = Craig Hall

MY QUEST = to help others remember

VT of a SWALLOW = don't  know

E-MAIL = chall3897@yahoo.com

NATIONALITY = USA

SERVICE = USN

UNIT = NAVCHAPGRU

RANK/RATE/JOB = SEABEE SW3 NOW MILLIONAIR LIVING IN ALABAMA DON'T ASK HOW

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = To start off with I went to Boot camp in San Diego Ca.that was in Aprial of 1974. The year before DG I was in Gtmo for one whole year with one trip to Montigo bay for R&R. Not sure what year I was in DG 76 or 77. What month did the cargo ship come in with the TNT and yellow paint. Well I was only there to off load the cargo ship. But, long enought to feel your pain. I remember the hours of unloading TNT off the ship in the lagoon. The day we lost a RT forklift into the water and how it was done.(long story) Then the pallett came apart and painted the mike boat, yellow from front to back. This all happened in just about a weeks time. Then fishing on the barge. Going over to the other side and taking pictures of the Plaintation house. I remember my war stories and tell them from time to time but sometimes wonder did they really happen. Only two of your stories told about the dress code; that it was nude when ever possable. With me being a young Christian at the time, what an experance, for me.  How, about the chips and the bread that came in a can,and the milk in a 3 sided box. I did not drink anything but Coke and now I can't stand the tast of Coke even to this day in 2004. All I had to do was to take pictures, collect shells, and sleep. And I even now still have the shells.  After my hot trip to DG I went to Naples to do air cargo. Then left for C school. After C school went to Adak Alaska for my last year in the Navy.   Any one remember me please write back. Thanks Craig sorry about my spelling....

 

 

1977

"Frass, Steve" <SteveFrass@clearchannel.com>

Ted,

     Thanks for the great web-site on Diego Garcia! I was there from January to September 1977 with NMCB-62 as the Battalion photographer and POIC of the Camp Cummins Photo Lab. I was checking the web for info on the Tsunami damage to the island and found your site. IT IS AWESOME! Keep up the great work...

Sincerely, Steve Frass

 

 

Jan 77- Jan 78

NAME = William J Yetter

MY QUEST = looking for people station on  Diego

VT of a SWALLOW = depends on the day

E-MAIL = sandpiper@i-1.net

NATIONALITY = USA

SERVICE = US Navy

UNIT = Public Works,antenna mainttenance

RANK/RATE/JOB = EO1 retired  May 1982 Live in Panama City Fla

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in My Room

MY WARSTORY = just looking

 

 

July 1977- March 1978 and November 1979- July 1980

NAME = Kevin "Samurai" Eddy

MY QUEST = To find a Red Roo patch for my riding vest.........oh yeah living free and ridin' free as well

VT of a SWALLOW = I'm not sure but it ain't near as fast as those chickens were!

E-MAIL = thejuggernautone@hotmail.com

NATIONALITY = Texan of course.

SERVICE = US Navy

UNIT = NMCB 133   "Kangaroo Can Do"

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

MY WARSTORY = I found this site looking for patches for my riding vest......................

     I have perused it the last 2 days and realize now how much I miss those I served with and those I still call friends even though I have not seen or spoken to them since.......... to those on the 79-80 tour (that I remember anyway): CE3 T.J. Avallone,  ET3 J. Bellgraph, EA3 R. Brown, EACN S.B. Coats, BU2 R.D. Crissey, CM2 L.J. Cruz, BU3 C. Dains,  Bu3 R. DeWitt, BMC J.M. Ezell, EO2 C. Green, SW3 R. Gustad,   EA3 J.E. Messenger, CMCA W. Mitchell, CM2 R. Moeller, BU1 R.A. Moody, CMCN K. Overstreet,  BU1 D. Pullen, BU3 T. Pullman, EO2 D. Rath,  CM3 L. Sullivan......  oh hell the list goes on and on .................these were good guys one and all. I personally am proud to have been a Seabee with them.

     Of course I have to separate these guys from those guys though I am no less proud of how I fell about them. But lets face it without Hotel Co. who would have gotten paid? Ate? Got supplies or those rare R&R leaves we heard about....  SK3 G. Pasley, SK3 T. Holian, SK3 C. Leber, DK3 D. Barnett, SK3 J.A. Koenig, SK2 W. Miller, YN3 M.G. Bland,PC3 P.V. Bradley, MS1 R.S. Collins, MSSN D. Collins, MS2 E.E. Crane, SK2 T. Dale, DK1 M.R. Felker, YNSN M.D. McCarthy, HM3 D.J. Henry, PNSN M. Scott, MS3 D.R. Patitz, MSSN F.X. Porter, SK1 K. Payne, PN3 W. Payne, JO3 J.R. Powers, SK3 A.V. Filyaw, SK3 N.F. Fobar, YN2 R.F. Gray.

Come on.. Freddy (SN F. Geist), Drac (SKSN M. Griffin) or Squirrel (SK3 D. Swoope) would I forget you three....

     To the guys from 77-78 133 Diego Detachment that started that POL pipeline namely: Jerry, Billy, Mule, Drew, Chris, Browny, Martinez, Chief Cortez, Mask, and the rest of you guys on page 140 of the cruisebook that (I can't remember your names) in typical fashion the names were left off of......

     Anyway to all of you and all of the others before and since.

     Well done gentlemen. well done. Kangaroo Can Do. ......and did!

     Oh yeah by the way the 77-78 detachment built what we called a Bar-B-Que Cart..... has any body seen it?  the Kangaroo was on the tongue and it even had a grill and cooler......   I have pictures

oh yeah I've got pictures............

 

 

March 77 - Oct 31st 77

     NAME = Mark Webster

     MY QUEST = to find the Omega

     VT of a SWALLOW = depends on the day.....

     E-MAIL = not this time

     NATIONALITY = Heinz 57

     SERVICE = USN Retired

     UNIT = NMCB 62 , Base Galley aka Reindeer Inn

     RANK/RATE/JOB = Was a MSSA when I was stationed on Diego Garcia. Retired in 96 as a MSCS (SW/AW)

     MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

     SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Other

     MY WARSTORY = One afternoon after getting off the Galley Watch, myself and two mess cooks proceeded to put away five bottles of Boones Farm Strawberry wine (each) one afternoon. Being I was 6 foot tall and weighed in at about 125 pounds the wine and 120 degree heat really did a number on me. One of the Battalion Projects was to build a swimming pool on the rock, well I guess I found it sometime that night and woke up about 2:00AM. I was in a about a 12 foot pit covered with cuts from the coral rock. Made it back to my little white trailer and passed out. Who cares about wasting away in Margaritteville, I did my thing in Paradise.

 

 

1977

     NAME = AL BRANDT

     VT of a SWALLOW = 75 mph

     E-MAIL = maybe next time

     NATIONALITY = USA

     SERVICE = MCB 62

     UNIT = Cm 3 mechanic shop

     RANK/RATE/JOB = Got out in 1980 and still turning wreches

     MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

     SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit 'How I Put One Over On My Senior Chief' Story

     MY WARSTORY =  One night we heard that the chiefs got in a new food supply and at that time it wasen't unheard of to be naked.Well about six of us went to the Chief Hut,all butt naked and with there backs to us we went into the kitchen and started packing out ice cream,eggs,steaks you name it and they never figured it out.There are so many thing to say Herman the Hammer head we played with, stealing MRS and running around in the ocean all night, We where alway stealing something getting drunk and doing somthing fun.  They use to sound a horn at the shop just before they blew a tire off a TS-24, rest would fall on our heads.


 

JAN-SEPT 1977

     NAME = Joseph Pranaitis

     E-MAIL = thegardner@charter.net

    SERVICE = USN

     UNIT = NMCB40

     RANK/RATE/JOB = EO THIRD CLASS

     MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

     SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

     MY WARSTORY =        I REMEMBER BEING THERE FOR NINE MONTHS AND IT WAS FINALLY OUR TIME TO GET OFF THE ROCK. I REMEMBER GETTING ON THE PLANE AND WE COULD NOT LEAVE BECAUSE THE PLANE BROKE DOWN. THEN WE HAD TO WAIT FOR THE NEXT PLANE TO SHOW UP WITH THE PARTS SO WE COULD GET THE HELL OUTA THERE. DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT?

             I AM REALLY LOOKING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH BILL TUTTLE & JOHN SHILTS OR IF ANYBODY KNOWS WHERE THEY ARE PLEASE GET IN TOUCH WITH ME.

 

 

November 1977 through October 1978

     NAME = Rickey D. Green

     MY QUEST = To figure out why one year on Diego effected my life so profoundly

     VT of a SWALLOW = I have no freaking idea

     E-MAIL = rgreen@direcway.com_nospam

     NATIONALITY = American

     SERVICE = Navy Sea Bees

     UNIT = Driver for Commodor Weiss at 30th NCR and office errand boy

     RANK/RATE/JOB = Got out in 1978 as a EOCN

     MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

     SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

     MY WARSTORY = OMG I cant believe I have found this place.  Man I got so many stories I could write a book.  But mainly  i would just love to found out what happened to so many of those men that I served with and respected during my time on Diego.  What happened to Master Chief Cava, Donald Dawson, Senior Chief Bolte, Lt Steven Hart, Master Chief Depolis, Ed Fraber, Kieth Olsen, and so many others whose faces I see but the names I cant recall.   I loved Olympia beer, and getting drunk and partying back then.  I am glad to be alive after some of those hangovers.  But what the hell was it about that place that I have never been able to shake it from my mind.  I still on an occasion dream about Diego.  Everyone is always there.  Its like I want to go back.  There is so many good memories.  In the 30th NCR our tour was 12 months.  I spent most of my time there when NMCB 74 was there, under Commander Fort.  I was there at his Command change ceremony.  He was A good man.  I felt Commodor Wies was a little hard on him.  But Weis (Slap Happy Jack)was hard on everyone so it seems.

     I wish I could hook up with some of yall and just say hi.  I was there the night they showed the Rocky Movie and everyone started Yelling and throwing the beer cans.  That out door theate was a hoot.

     There is so much To tell but I won't If you remember me get in touch Maybe I will remember you.

 

 

1977 - 1978

NAME = Mike Runnels, ABF1 ret.

MY QUEST = To circumvent Mars

VT of a SWALLOW = Red, Blue, or Brown?

E-MAIL = mrunnels@lifecell.com

NATIONALITY = American

SERVICE = U.S. Navy

UNIT = NavSupFac Fuels branch

RANK/RATE/JOB = ABFAN then (man that was so much fun)

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First REAL Club Med Opens

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego Garcia

MY WARSTORY = Well way back then when there were no women (not real ones anyway) on the island and I was just this young buck running about doing what all those higher up types told me to, it seems there was a USO show scheduled to bring us some live entertain and good sites (real women that is).  Well I was out at "T" site or "R" site or one of them sites with my 1200 gallon refueler truck and as usual not paying attention to what I should be doing and yep you guessed it, overfilled the tank (for the emergency generator)and had it get all in my eyes.  Man that hurts let me tell you, well anyway, off the supply types rushed me to Medical where the ol doc decided I had chemical burns (duh) to my eyes and (here is the sad part) decided to put patches over my eyes. "What? No way doc, there is a USO show tonight, I gotta see it man!!!" Well push comes to shove and the doc wins with the story of how I might lose my eyesight and all soooo, on go the patches and me into depression.  (time passes) Later on of course I am going to that show, patches or not, at least to listen to the tunes and hopefully at least get a peak out.  My kind and considerate buddies had decorated my big white patches with bug eyes and red streaks (of course I saw this later)and the show was pretty good from what I heard.  I got a few peaks off before I got my hand wacked and afterward we all went over to the e club for drinks and so I could drown my sorrows at not getting to see anything.  Lo and behold those wonderful ladies showed up and of course the room was abuzz with excitment at thier mere presence and long story short I was able to get me a hug from one of them and was about the happiest squid there (hey it's all good when you are alone).  So there is me story from long ago.

If ya knew me then and want to send me a line I will try to remember ya and will surely answer you at the least.  Take care and may all the gods that are watch over you.  (hehe to much game playing there, but that is another story!)

 

 

1977

     NAME = DAN HERRICK

     MY QUEST = LOOK UP OLD FRIENDS

     VT of a SWALLOW = DEPENDING ON TEMP AND TYPE WITHOUT ADDITIVES CHUG A LUG SLOW

    E-MAIL = flytyer@pa.net

     NATIONALITY = USA ALL THE WAY

     SERVICE = NAVY NMCB 62

     UNIT = BROVO CO.

     RANK/RATE/JOB = UT3 FORM GOT OUT IN NOV 1977

     MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

     SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego Garcia

     MY WARSTORY = ED SWOPE REMEMBER PICKING OUT ALL THE CORAL OUT OF CUTS? ED AND I WERE DRINKING A FEW AFTER A HARD DAY NEXT THING I DON'T REMEMBER IS THAT WE WERE TOLD ED AND I JUST STARTED TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER ON THE SOFTBALL FIELD. WE WOKE UP AND WONDERD WHAT THE HELL HAPPEND. JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU THAT STUFF THEY ADDED TO THE BEER WAS NO GOOD. ANYWAY HOPE ED IS OK.  ALSO THE BIG MID DEPLOYMENT PARTY WITH THE COCONUT THROWING CONTEST WON BY YOUR TRULY. AND THOSE DAMN PLYWOOD HUTS MAN WHAT A VIEW. PERK PARKER REMEMBER THE MULES BOTH FOUR LEGGED AND BANISTER WONDER WHERE HE IS NOW? PERK IF YOU READ THIS CONTACT ME YOU TO MULE. WAS TUFF TAKING MATTERS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS. THOSE MULES LOOKED GOOD NEAR THE END OF DEPLOYMENT AND OF COURSE THOSE SOFTBALL GAMES AND ALL THE BETS AND DRINKING MAN OH MAN THE GOOD OLE DAYS. HOPE TO HEAR FROM ANYONE IN NMCB 62 FROM 76 TO 77

I was on Diego in 1977

     NAME = Gary Hylan

     MY QUEST = To find people I knew when I was there.

     E-MAIL = gehylan58@msn.com

     SERVICE = U.S Navy

     UNIT = I was with a detachment from NMCB 133 POL Pipe Line Project

     RANK/RATE/JOB = At that time I was a UTCN right out of "A" school and when assigned to NMCB 133 I said to myself "GReat" They just came back from Diego. I won't be going there.

     MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

     MY WARSTORY = This is another story about how well the Navy plans. NMCB 133 det was there(I don't remember what month) to start the POL pipe line. We got there and had no equipment. We grabbed an old hootch and pulled the ends out of it. We were able to locate an old set of dirt conveyor  rollers which we put into the hootch to roll the pipe in and out before and after sand blasting. The pipe was then painted and then we waited for our equipment.

     At the time I was there I was not a happy camper but now I look back on this experience with some fondness. The beer sucked so I took to drinking wine. Great place to buy stereo's. I still have half of what I bought. I have some hearing loss due to those stereo's blasting party's.

 

 

I was stationed in Diego Garcia from May 1977 to March 1978

NAME = James J. Volpone

E-MAIL = JamesVegas56@aol.com

NATIONALITY = I'm USA True Blue! But my ancesters are Italian, NO SHIT!

SERVICE = I was In The Navy Seabees, MCB-4, Homeported in Port Hueneme, Ca.

UNIT = I was, and still am a construction mechanic thanks to my training in the Seabees

RANK/RATE/JOB = My rank was a reluctant E-4(CM-3)my reluctance was that I wasn't sure I was ready to be a *"Fly".  * Ref:Fly= Someone in charge!

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = I was talking to some guys at work about my adventures while in the Navy and all my fine duty stations and and couldn't help but talk about my time spent on the Island Diego Garcia.First of all anytime I mention this place NO ONE ever has heard of it, or about it. But Diego Garcia will always remain imbedded in my memories as one of my most challenging task the Navy assignded to me during my 4 yr. tour, and I'm very proud of my contributions to the Island. I was assingned to the pier project, and was Involved in the driving of the first pilings ever drivin for the pier off the causeway. I was trained in Port Hueneme to operate the Mike-8 for the pier project in Giego, but due to the coral eating more than it's share of piles, we never got far enough over the water to acually ever use the Mike-8. The coral reef would break away and our piles would just disappear, we would then send our divers down to weld a new pile to the existing pile sticking out of the coral and resume our pile driving efforts.I can remember every time we hit a pocket in the coral while we were over the water, the crane would learch on the falsework and alll of us scrambling to find deep enough water to dive off into!The crane that we were using was an old(even for the Seabees!)Pima rubber tire crane that was already understood to be too small for the pile driver, so when a pile went through the coral and there was no resistance to the pile driver the crane would just about go over the side, This is no Shit!We would stand watch on the barge at night , we used it the early stages of our driving operations to float the piles and the other crane on, I can still remember trying to sleep on that Iron, banging float for 4 hours at a time , but I just knew I was protecting all back in the States, this too is No Shit!One of my other projects on the Island was not originally a project for our 50 man Detachment from the main body, but sucked in no less!While working out at the pier one day LT.Dempsy, Our Det. commander asked me to assist the pool project( constructed by MCB-62)in the gunniting operations , scince none of them had been trained on the "SQUEEZE CRETE" concrete pump, and I had been in Homeport prior to my Deployment to Diego Garcia, I was the only one on the Island who knew how the Damned thing worked! I, eager to please, agreed to operate the pump during the gunniting operation and the results today are your beautiful on Island Pool facilities!The Commander of MCB-62 was so appreciative of my work there that I was givin a letter of Appreciation and put in my Navy records. My motivation was that of an 20yr old Calif. Kid eager to show up those east coast boys, and alot of pride in the Seabees and MCB-4. My time spent on the Island was at the time not to my liking, but has grown into fond memories of one of my greatest adventures as a construction mechanic with MCB-4,Det. Diego Garcia to present! NO SHIT ! Former CM-3, James J. Volpone

 

 

1977

NAME = Brad Parker

MY QUEST = Currently questless

VT of a SWALLOW = If you have to ask.....

E-MAIL = parkerbp74@hotmail.com

NATIONALITY = US

SERVICE = USN Seabees

UNIT = NMCB 62 Bravo Company Runway Crew

RANK/RATE/JOB = E-3 then, Make 3rd while there, currently retired.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Other

MY WARSTORY = I mess cranked for about six weeks when I got there.  Worked in the scullery where it was typically about 120 degrees and 100% humidity.  We used to clear the place by hollering "mail call, mail call" and "eat it and beat it, this aint no restraunt".  They came and got me for a picture when I made Third.  Since I'd been in the galley since arrival, I'd been working every day in t-shirts that said Reindeer Station across the front, and all I had to wear for my picture was a LONG SLEEVE shirt that had been in a ball in the bottom of my locker, just one big wrinkle.  No one cared, I put in on, they pinned my crows, and they got their picture.  Went to the club to see Shep and the boys jam on Saturday nights.  They were actually quite good. They place used to degenerate into a drunken brawl.  One night the Skipper and the MC came by to see what all the commotion was about, and while they were inside someone went out and pissed all over their Jeep seats.  They let it slide.  All in all it was a good tour, but I wouldnt do it again.  Come to think of it, it pretty much sucked.

 

 

77

NAME = Wm. ( Joe) Schick

MY QUEST = You Know who you are. I have'nt forgot the loan.

VT of a SWALLOW = Very tasty BBQ

E-MAIL = joeschc@aol.com

UNIT = MCB 62.

RANK/RATE/JOB = Steel worker; fab. re-bar,tanks on cosway,steel in fresh water tanks and more

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = I will save this for anuther time,great sight. Been here lets see......7 hours and will be back for more.  I do have a story or two.  Be Safe    "Joe"

 

 

1977

NAME = Thomas W. (Tom) Treece

E-MAIL = TWTREECE@msn.com

NATIONALITY = US; SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = NMCB 62, Bravo Company Projects and Camp Maintenance; RANK/RATE/JOB = brand new UT2 on Diego.  Retired in 1999 as UTCS.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane

MY WARSTORY = Had a great year in Diego Garcia in '77.  Worked with quite a few quality people as well as some just down-right interesting people: UT1 Woods, UT1 Cleversey, CEC Kippenhan, Jack Biggs (who died in 1994), Ed Swope, Jim  Lewis(from CBMU 302), UT2 Perky Parker.  Enjoyed staying at the "Plantation" guest house.

 

 

NMCB-40 1977 also NMCB 40 1979-80  SEE his 1979 story!

NAME = Rick Baptista; E-MAIL = rbaptista@mediaone.net

sometime from 1977 to 1978  kind of a blur

NAME = rick lehner

MY QUEST = to find missy the beer drinking donkey and members hut 76/spruceblaster

VT of a SWALLOW = which type? answer me these questions three.

E-MAIL = lehnerr@netzero.net

NATIONALITY = cauc; SERVICE = navy   mcb 1 special detachment; UNIT = spruce blaster/ operate rock drill/ blasting detail/ ; RANK/RATE/JOB = got there as an eocn left eo3...went home on the 141...told was going back to the rock on next rotation or i could go home as there are no detachments when a battalion is stationed there....guess which one i took? got home to reserve duty made eo2.  went to p.r. on my two week active duty....guess who was the duty battalion? yep mcb 1 got to see some of the old guys....got to do some more blasting while there. also had to run a rock drill again...so what else is new. now i'm a social worker after getting injured as a iron worker after the navy, again go figure...peace

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = wow, where do i start? there sure was alot of drinking there. seems all the pic's i have i'm holding a bottle of canadian club. am trying to remember it all. some of the stories helped. i remember spot the chicken living under our hut (76). we worker wicked hours based on tide charts, so it was always back in the truck to fly rock city. drill, blast, haul to the leach field, haul to the rock crusher. sent to blast 40K yards of material. we did it in less than six months. job well done right? thought we could go home early.... yea, navy told us get 68K yards instead. got it one day

before hopping  the 141 home.. mcb 133 was the bat when we arrived then they got relieved by mcb 74. j.b. hager was our 1st class in charge (our den mother) elmer, bovat, kuntz, feazal, mo, barry, etc. some of the guys in our team. any of you still around? ok. best story....we had to get rid of all the expired dynamite on the island ( the unstable stuff ) no eod team so we got the job.   we didn't know what it would do. put it in one of our blown out holes and when it went it rocked the island. we had to steal a bulldozer one night to move the rock and the gunny chased us down the haul road,,,, like where did he think we could go? does any one remember that crap in somolia or something and them telling us we might have to go?  does anyone remember not getting mail because the chinese wouldn't let planes fly

through their air space? how about sea snakes? crazy place for sure. wonder what it's like now???????boy did we do alot of drinking, i think that was the past time, that and chasing coconut crabs and the brit rep getting pissed at us...

 

 

4/77 - 9/77

NAME = Doug Ewald

MY QUEST = Putting names to the faces I remember

VT of a SWALLOW = Couldn't stand the canned beer.

E-MAIL = cadmaddo@juno.com

NATIONALITY = American; SERVICE = U.S.Navy; UNIT = NMCB 62 Bravo Co. Runway Detail, Dug trenches for conduit for apron & approach lighting

RANK/RATE/JOB = Not another rock! Join the Navy , see the world.

MY WARSTORY =  Dug a hell of a lot of coral rock 6 days a week 10 hrs a day. Installed conc juntion boxes and pvc conduit around apron and approach to runway. All grunt work. Chow was bad, beer was worse. Liquir was cheap.

Slept in the old sea huts till we moved into the a/c'ed tin cans. Did pull duty at the officers mess skullery, where the food was better.  Worst time was when we were ready to leave the commercial pilots went on strike and we were held over a week or two till they could arrange C-141's to fly us home. On the plane we sat backwards and I was next to the planes skin and froze my rear, even with my seabag in between.  Stopped in Iran to refuel. It was warm and hazy, pretty soon we realized there were snow capped mountains around us. They made us all go inside a hanger so we couldn't see military planes landing? Stopped in Germany for a good breakfast in the night. Landed somewhere in New York State, Albany?  Some 24 hrs later.

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God bless America,

Doug "big E" Ewald

 

 

1977and1978

NAME = Roy Crain

E-MAIL = RMN876@aol.com

SERVICE = NAVY

UNIT = NMCB74 A co.

RANK/RATE/JOB = cmcn

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in My Room

 

 

77-78

NAME = DICK MOORE

MY QUEST =

VT of a SWALLOW =

E-MAIL = DMOORE@YAHOO.COM

NATIONALITY =

SERVICE =

UNIT =

RANK/RATE/JOB =

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Homosexual Interest Only

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Please Select a Title For Your Story, or Select 'Other'

MY WARSTORY =

Editor's Note:  hmmmmmm... is this for real, OR a very queer input????

 

 

1977?

NAME = Mike Glenn

MY QUEST = Truth, Justice & the American Way.

VT of a SWALLOW = 0 .... (terminal)

E-MAIL = xglenn@excite.com

NATIONALITY = US; SERVICE = USAF; UNIT = 9th AMS; RANK/RATE/JOB = Msgt, Retired (1988)

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell

MY WARSTORY = Part of a group that set up for possible SR-71 (spy plane) operations from DG.... We brought our own hanger and some initial support equipment and set it up. We bunked in the Gym on cots (only 2 barracks had been constructed at that time) Outdoor theater & chow hall was operational but not much else. Had both doors of the gym open with big fans blowing for air circulation & remember coconut crabs walking through one door and out the other (like they owned the place). Found some beautiful colbalt blue & deep red coral on the ocean side (close to old gun positions). Seemed like at about 3:30 every afternoon you were going to get wet....but rain didn't last very long. The CB's were doing a lot of building downtown and they was a lot of work going on to modify and extent the runway and A/C support area. Only spent 2 weeks there but it was an interesting time! Enjoyed swimming in the protected bay? area....

 

 

1977

NAME = Thomas

MY QUEST = To Discover myself

E-MAIL = Thomas2001@Hotmail.com

NATIONALITY = Cauc/hawaaian

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Please Select The Category That Best Discribes Your Interest in Diego Garcia

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out on The Beach

MY WARSTORY = Total Blackout

 

 

Dec. 1977  till Jan 1978  - 379 days

TOM <talgg@telpage.net>

MY QUEST = To search where no man has ever search before. The deepest recesses of my memory.

VT of a SWALLOW = The fewer, the higher

NATIONALITY = Irish American; SERVICE = Nav; UNIT = Plank owner, NavSupFac   (just barely, and have the Friendly 40 plaque to prove it); RANK/RATE/JOB = Sh3  did 6 yrs active @ eaos e-5

MY WARSTORY = Greetings to all of those who have past through the gates of the the D.G.  International airport.  It was a memorable expierence for me as I had the opportunity to pass through my beloved P.I. on the way. About a 3 day layover as I remember.  It was memorable because my first order of business was to find the head.  With a knowing groan and the tell tale burn, I realized that my love of loves had shared with me the desease known as the CLAP.

It was a fitting welcome to "the rock".  Following are the "facts" as I remember them. How I got there, and the most memorable events while there.

     My navy career began Oct. 21, 1975 as a result of a nudge from the judge, in my hometown "somewhere" in Pa.  (yea I was one of those).  Boot camp is another story for another time but my first duty station (USS Ashtabula AO51) was wat finally led me to the unforgettable Rock.  The fleet navy (why does "fleet" always remind me of an enema"? was at the time probably the most lax in recent history. Viet Nam was officially over and the non career Vets aboard werre slowly trickling (or being thrown) out.  The uniform was recently changes from "Cracker Jacks" to the wonderful "bus driver uniform"  which lasted for the rest of the seventies.  This didn't stop me from going to the Navy Exchange at the first opportunity to have my picture taken in a set of borrowed Cracker Jacks to send home to make all the people back

there at least think I was a "real" sailor.

     I don want to give the impression that I in any way promote the use of drugs (anymore that is) But lets be truthful, Pocalolo was prevailant at the time.  Arriving at the airport in Honolulu the 3 fresh "boots" (myself included) were picked up at the airport by the ships duty driver, (a career E-1) and the conversation quickyy lead to the avilability of something

to numb our minds.  Lo and behold the driver reached into his pocket and produced the most disgustingly thin "j" that I had ever seen. Then proceeded to tell us to "go easy" on the miserable excuse for a "j".  I laughed and paid no attention. About 10 minutes later we arrived at the brow of the "bula".  The driver now realized the error of his ways for he had the task of carrying our seabags onto the ship for us because it was the best we could do to make the 3 story climb to the QD. (Discovery of Maui Wowie 101)  I've included this to give those who served later an insight to the atmosphere during the 70's.

     We were a seagoing ship. The litterally kept us at sea making west/pac and IO cruises for the next 2 yrs except for a couple of months in late 1977.   While in the yards at Pearl, I lived ath the "Y" on Hotel St. I had run into some trouble

with some local Samoans (at least 2000 lbs. worth between them) over the fair market value of some Pocalolo, which was long gone.  (I had stiffed  (very stupid) them, not proud but truthful).  I was "the barber" in a one chair shop and had a pretty good raport with the Co. (he loved my haircuts) so with hat in hand, and on bent knee I request a transfer to isolated duty...anywhere.  He asked for no explainations ( who says that "don't ask and dont tell" is a new concept?) my request was granted, paperwork prepared and I was off to  NavSupFacDiego Garcia. My intention was to clean up my act and start cting like the Sailor that my mother wanted me to be.   This was short lived.

     Shortly after arriving and were indoctrinated, (you know, the speech about all the dangerous creatures of the sea, off limits areas, and the guided tour, recapped by the "Brit Rep" and threatened with life in a British Prison for any infractions.   My first order of business was to swim among the dangerous creatures, (nude of course) Sneek through the Donkey gate, and Mail 50 dollars to a friend in Pearl to send me an oz. To help make "the rock" tolerable. A Postal clerk suspected the contents of my "care package" when it arrived and greatfully hand carried it to me making me promise to (not be stingy and warned that it was a stupd thing to do as the Brits were very serious with their threats) I hid my stash in the jungle and ever couple of days I would make the trek to the old coconut stump and partake in changing the atmosphere.  Several weeks later while at the stump I heard footsteps approaching from behind.  I quickly looked over my shoulder and to my horror it was "the Brit Rep" My life flashed before me and I pictured myself spending the rest of my life in a British Prison cell...  "Hey Mate"!  he said as I swallowed the remninats as well as my tongue.  He began questioning my presence on that log , lucky for me I was not in forbidden territory.   I mustered up as much fortitude as my condition would allow and began spilling my guts to the British officer.   "Sir, I said,  I arrived here about a month ago from Hawaii where there were an unlimited numer of females, (a lie) and I've found myself recently fight the pangs of lonliness for a female".... He Looked with profound pity and asked me to continue.   "well sir, I came out here to...ah...well...um...ahh...well you know sir...I...I...was um...

     The gleam in his eye signaled that he understood my plight but he decided he wad going to have some fun with this young sailor for a while.  With a questioning look he asked,  "What are you trying to say mate"?   pretending impatiencience.  Again I uttered a series of "uha's" and "uummmmm's".... and "well sir you...know's" before he finally decided to let me off the hook...   "So you were toss'n off mate"?  I shook my head yes and he began to laugh outloud.  ( I still hear that laugh in my sleep sometimes nearly 25 yrs later)... He made some comment about watching out for the coconut crabs and I could still hear him laughing after he walked out of sight.  You may be wondering what pertainance this has to the history or anything interesting about life on "the rock".  The story dosen't end here.  Several days later I was waliking on the sidewalk (one of the few) in front of the Newly built Navy Exchange office where I worked.  To my horror, coming owardsme was none other than the Brit Rep, , the Co. and The base Chaplin.  It's diffacult to salute and hide you face at the same time so I saluted brisky as they passed.  Not seeming to pay me alot of attention, I prayed

the events in the jungle were  forgotten.  After several moments and out of earshot, I turned to see the three of them standing about 50 feet away intently listening to the Brit Rep who was apparently telling a vary funny story.  The three looked directly at me, began to laugh.  Everytime the Brit Rep saw me in the future he extended what became known as the official "Diego Garcia Chicken Chokin Salute".  I used my resourses working in the exchange, and had 500 t-shirts made and delivered to me with the official "Choke ur Chicken in Diego Garcia" Logo (my personal design) and sold them for six bucks a piece making a hefty 1500.00 from the first order. in all I sold about a thousand.  Some of you may have seen them. With this I end one of many "No shitters" that lay buried in my 2 remaining brain cells. Following is a list of the highlights of my year on the rock.  I will never forget or regret the expierence.

1.Arrived Dec, 1977

2.Started the "Chicken Chokin Club" Around March of 78(meetings held nightly. by-laws read ... "no quarum was needed, just start without us)

3.Hosted The "Hank and Horaschmit" show on afrts radio With ensign Pete Moon) 4-7 every sunday morning

4.Worked with Pete Moon, Senior Chief Manny Cruz, Sh1 Jim Long, Sh1 Smitty and Sh2 Mullins to develop the concept and create what was known as "The Diego Burger". Jim Long and I had the honor of cooking the first "Donkey Burger" and selling it for about 35 cents I think.  We also operated it for several weeks until we were able to hire help.

5. Appropriated the Chaplins jeep and with much wisdom decided to drive it in the newly dug (very deep) which was dug along the road for the massive fuel lines.  Rolled the jeep and and with greater wisdom decided that if we couldn't get it out that we better bury it. After several attempts of doing this ourselves we paid a CB 50 bucks to do it for us and he counseled us and convinced he could get it out and we could clean it and return it before morning without being discovered.  (it actually worked)

6.Bought about $3,000.00 worth of stereo equip. 600 cassette tapes, 200 albums, and recorded 6 or 8 10" reels of borrowed music. None of which ever made it to me when shipped home.  Took about 3 years to get the navy to pay for it finally with the help a congressman. (must have been karma)

7. Helped to organize and promote the 1st Annual D.G. Marathon Race (tip to tip) (couldn't get the rights to t-shirt sales on that one)

8. A civilian concern did a poll on the drinking habits of military personel on isolated dute. (NO shit) Results... We drank about 30 times the National Average! Congratulations to all who participated! It also resulted in stopping the policy of 24 hr a day beverage sales. The CO proclaimed that all establishments selling alchohol would be closed promptly at 2:am

and remain closed until 7:am daily. (this is also a no shitter) *Footnote...beer of choice on the rock at this time was Olympia.

9. Bob Hope visited the Island and brought Miss America from 1968. The Seabees, (in Proud military fashion) wore raincoats, as it was the monsoon season.  Not long into the show, they opened their coats and rendered a "one eye snake salute" to Miss America.  Bob got pissed off, stopped the show and vowed never to return to Diego Garcia. (Also a no Shitter as I was there. Not in the front row though)...

10. Last but not least, the one thing that I didn't do, not one single time during my 379 days and nights on Diego Garcia was...get the clap.

The Expierence was not all fun and games. I did find time to Manage the NFCU Branch office, and the Official representitive of American Express. (my day job) Still found time to cut hair by appointment just to keek current on my barbering skills.  Was enlisted once due to an inspection of MCB4 to officially work as a barber. In a single day 5 of us cut the hair of 1500 SeaBees. Most never removed their hats.  There were periods of Boredom on the Rock though not many. During one such period of time and due to our fine (and I mean that) diet.  I was in the head taking a "navy" and took the most impressive dump I had ever seen...(true story)  I was so impressed and overjoyed that I invited a visitor to our hooch. (for the minimal price of 2.00) to behold my fine work of art.  He was a cajun from New Orleans (and a SeaBee).  He was so impressed that he spread the word around and I profited 18 dollars from the side show. (ahhh...simple pleasures) I felt guilty so I treated them all to an all you can eat...extravaganza at... you guessed it The

Diego Burger.  If this submission is approved, I would like to apply to the powers to be for the Position of Minister of Masturbation.  Every government needs one.  Cheers Mates, An aspiring official government official.

 

 

77 - 78

DIXON BENSHOOF <dixonb4@earthlink.net>

UNIT = NMCB 74  A Co.; RANK/RATE/JOB = CM 3

MY WARSTORY = I don't really have a new story to tell. I think we all had similar experiences while we were there. Atleast those of us who came as late as I did. I use to hear stories about the guys who came to DG first. I am so happy it was not me.

 

 

Feb- Nov 1977

DWAIN P LANCASTER <dlel42096@aol.com>

MY QUEST = I'd love to see what it looks like today

NATIONALITY = American; SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = EO3, Hauled Cement from silo to batch plant for paving the turning aprons.

MY WARSTORY = When we got to the Island, the chow hall was an old Butler building in the cantoma area. It had so many rust holes in the roof that when it would rain, pieces of rust would sometimes fall into your food. We built the new chow hall before we left. I was in NMCB 62, which is now decommisioned. We also built the Marine barracks, and started on the pier. Back then, the only way to call home was through the MARS station. I can remember waiting for hours to call home just to have the radio go down before you could make the call. No women at all. Lived in seahuts. Remember washing a Q-tip for the last three months because the ships store ran out. A couple of suicide attempts from real young guys that shouldn't have been sent there. Not a good duty station in '77. To this day whenever I see a 141 I get a lump in my throat, we loved you guys. We killed alot of donkeys when we were there, I buried them with a dozer at the dump. After we built the turning aprons the donkeys would wander across the runways and the airforce said no mail unless we get rid of the donkeys. Surprized to see some in your pictures. Didn't drink while I was there, could stomache the formalnihide in the beer DAMN I can still taste it. My son was born while I was there. Didn't see him till he was 8 mo. old. Got mail on Wed. Stole alot of cargo nets. We made hamocks out of them. Burned my share of "shitters". Our wives would send us pot, in jars of peanut butter. Had to smoke entire stash in one night because the Brits would find it if we didn't. We didn't call it dodge back then, we called it "the Rock" I remember that the Brits confiscated all our good Porno when we got there and told us they were going to burn it. Months later we found out they kept it for themselves. I worked the landfill the last two months we were there because the guy that was running it got badly burned and medivac to the PI. We had two P-3 Orions there at all times. Sometimes would be used for medivac. Place sure has changed in 23 years. Looking for others from Alfa Co NMCB 62. To all pilots that flew C-141's, thanks.

 

 

Sep 1977 to Sep 78 (submitted 9 Jan 08)

NAME = Mark Halley

MY QUEST = To retire from federal service this year

VT of a SWALLOW = Immediately after impact, 0.0 mph

E-MAIL = halley53@excite.com

NATIONALITY = U.S.A.

SERVICE = U.S. Navy

UNIT = CT 'O' brancher, worked Ft. Chagos commcenter

RANK/RATE/JOB = Then, I was a CTO2.  Left the Navy after 9 years in Dec 1980.

MY INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!

SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = Other

MY WARSTORY = Just checking in and updating my email address. My original post is still here.

[his original posting follows - submitted in the Dark Ages]

 

 

Sept 1977 - Sept 1978

What is your Quest?  To stay ahead of that shark that found me in the lagoon.

What is the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow?  At the equator, or what?  Better yet, what's the last thing to go thru his mind when he hits the pavement?

I already signed your book, but couldn't leave all the personal data from where I was surfing. I spent nine years in the Navy as a CT 'O' brancher and got out in 12/80 as an E-6. Got a electronics degree and did bench work at the Charleston shipyard in shop 68 for a few years. Quit that and got hired by the FAA ten years ago. Basically I'm still a tech controller after all these years. I think I had one of the best jobs in the Navy, nine + years in and only 3 months.

Every island with a military base is called the rock, but D.G. is the real thing.  What a year. Spent a lot of time on the ocean side beach getting the 100%  tan and knocking down quarts of frozen Annie Green Springs Plum Hollow  Wine. Saw the biggest shark in my life snorkeling in the lagoon. Tipped a  jeep over on the shell top road heading towards the plantation side. Almost  put it right on top of my roommate, a CTM named Doug. The best line I ever heard from anybody was the night at the outdoor theater when the band was doing "Don't it make my brown eyes blue", Doug stands up and hollers at the female vocalist "Baby I'll make your brown eye black and blue!" We got the donkey drunk too. I still have a 35mm slide of the wrecked PBY. One night after a quart of JD, we were riding our bikes down the road toward the flight line with generator headlights burning and ran head on into two seabees walking up the road the other way. I sailed about 20 feet.

Ex-CT O brancher, worked at Fort Chagos, drove the watchstanders bus, worked at Diego Burger and lifeguard at the pool when I wasn't drinking or sleeping it off on the sidewalk outside the barracks. Lived in a seahut when I first got there. Got a nephew in law (Thomas McCarter) that was a diver on D.G.  Always thought the island was a nice place but the Navy is sure screwing it up.

 

 

1977

BERT BLADES  <cur99@juno.com>

 What is Your Quest? To visit diego as a civilian!!!

Feb.'77 to Sept.'77 as part of NMCB62.  I still have memories of that place. Most are good, but a few not so good.    Sure would like to see that place again.If anybody has any relatively current  pictures, please E-mail me and maybe I can get a copy. Also I can probably find some pictures from the 70's of diego.  No doubt it has changed.  Thanks for the opportunity to think of some of the best times of my life. Feel free to E-mail if you desire.


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