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July 1984 -
Sometime in 1985
Craig A. Smith = orioson@aol.com
Citizenship =
USA Service = USN Outfit = VP-19 My_Quest =
Reconnecting with old friends VT_of_a_Swallow = 65
km/h there Monty Python
My_Warstory = I don't normally drink, but on dodge
I drank quite a bit. Sorry.
A friend of mine (Heebs) and I got drunk one night
and went to get burgers at
that little burger joint and Heebs headed back
before me. On the way back I
found Heebs passed out and laying with his face in
a ditch and an army of ants
crawling across his head. I pretty much had to
carry Heebs all the way back to
the barracks because he was wiped out. We had a
buddy named Rich Donaruma who
was an AO2 and he was probably the funniest person
on earth. Rich was pretty
famous for parties that lasted all weekend long
and accumulated trash by the
foot, which he would measure on an old aerial bomb
he would keep wherever he
was. I have a yearbook from the squadron (VP-19)
that I kept and I could scan
it if anybody wants pictures from it. I really
liked the steaks at the
restaurant by the Acey Deucy club particularly the
Châteaubriand, it was really
good. Lots of pretty girls there, believe it or
not, but I was faithfully
married at the time. Totally retired now and in
pretty good health, live near
Spokane. I have tons of stories from this
deployment.
April 1982 -
July 1985
Kevin Sokolick = ksokolick@cox.net
Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = Satcom -
'R' Site
My_Quest = Still trying to figure that out.
VT_of_a_Swallow = Not sure.
My_Warstory = DG was my second duty station. I came
from NavCamsEastPac Hawaii where I did 3 years. I
was an ET2 when I got there and a ET1 when I left. I
knew quite a few people when I got there from my
last duty station. I have several stores but I'll
just list the things I remember during my time
there.
1. Working at 'R' site in the big golfball dome that
was around the Satcom antenna.
2. Living in Splinterville in an open air Sea Hut
for about a month or so when I first got there.
3. Seeing a Sea Hut that a drunken CB knocked down
with a piece of contruction equipment.
4. Living in an open air Sea Hut on the beach after
the CB Battalion left the island.
5. Partying in the jungle.
6. Being told not to pass out in the jungle because
the coconut craps could break your head open.
7. Crabs crawling on the outside of the building at
'R' site. We would spray them with
Tricholoralethylene which made them dance and then
all there legs would fall off.
8. Cats and chickens running all over the place.
9. Getting shocked from a 5000 volt power supply.
10. Jungle volleyball.
11. Chow Truck
12. AFRTS Radio show with Charlie Tuna.
13. Duran Duran "Hungry Like A Wolf"
14. Trips to the Philippines (Bars: Port Orient,
Kontiki, Flying Machine, Maverick City, Randy
Rams, Red Lips, Murphy's, Green Beret Lounge, The
Viking, Rum Runner, Holy city Zoo, Moon Doggies)
15. The antenna field at night time.
16. Mail Call
17. 8.2 Earthquake and a weeks worth of after
shocks.
18. Attack on the Island. Base shut down
because a OS on one of the ships in the lagoon
thought they identified a ship on the plantation
side of the island. False alarm.
19. The Plantation (went there once).
20. The crystal clear, warm ocean water.
21. Coconuts falling on the Sea Hut metal roofs and
making a big bang.
22. First Airborne Rock Concert (Cheap Trick, Kansas
and Pat Simmons of the Doobie Brothers). Seeing
Robin Zander of Cheap Trick walking out of the chow
hall in sweats.
23. Rain and the mud.
24. Smokers (they stopped these not too long after I
got there).
25. Going to the pool and hanging out.
26. Watching movies in the open air theater.
27. U.S. Army Special Forces war games on the island
(after the Navy I joined the Army and was in the Co.
C, 2nd BTN, 19th Special Forces Group).
28. Listing to music on a Sony Walkman for the first
time.
29. Eating at the Seamans Club (shrimp scampi).
30. Boxed milk that did not need refrigeration (I
stopped drinking milk then and there).
31. Walking on the beach on the weekend and getting
burnt red by the sun.
32. Riding on the C5 and in then jump seats on the
C-141 back and forth to PI.
33. Reading the book "King Rat".
34. Watching MTV videos that people sent the states.
80s hair bands.
35. A guy who started trouble in the old chow hall
and got arrested by the Brits and when they were
trying to put him in the back of a Land Cruiser he
kept yelling "Your not my ally".
Like everyone else who posted on this website, you
had to have been there to know what I am talking
about. We were young, single and had no
responsibilities. I would not mind going back for a
day. Time to splice the main brace.
Summer of 1984. Part of our West Pac deployment
Jeff Hahn "Jaffo" =
Peacekpr10@aol.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = USMC; Outfit = 3rd
battalion 7th Marine 1st Mar Div
My time in Diego was as a security force. We had pre
planned security stations. I was leading a small
squad to protect the air field. We used to scare the
shit out of the Philippino firemen who were
stationed on the airfields fire station. We'd run
into the fire house with M16's clearing make belief
enemy combatants. The old WW2 siren that would alarm
us into action was an easy siren to replicate with
your voice, so every asshole marine, (including me)
would make these phony siren sounds to
fuck with the marines on reactionary force,
which was 3 days duty. No showers for 3 days while
on reactionary duty. Then it was 3 days field
training, which usually meant a hump, (or an old
mike boat) to the coconut plantation past the
donkey gate and then catchGuard ing and cooking
coconut crabs for dinner, stories about home and
typical Marine grab assery The next 3 days would be
spent as "days off" which meant field days, MCI's
and trying to skate out of duty. Basically we spent
it at the pool, the outdoor theater, the packaging
store, the book store, and sneaking into he Brit
Club to get slammed with Royal Marines. We had a two
week mock war with Royal Marines, U.S. Navy, Army
Rangers and U.S. Coast Guard. It was a trying two
weeks putting up with the young officers. I remember
there was 3 girls on the island, all Navy girls, a
handful of deceased donkeys past the donkey gate,
they smelled so bad, a shotgun range, and bats. I
thought bats were a made up animal, something
Hollywood made up, but yet I got chased by bats one
night running through the jungle on the island. I
also remember finding a CCCP beacon floating in the
water, I gave it to my commanding officer. We had to
get up early to catch the old bus or the gunny
mobile for chow, it was hilarious to watch. The old
chicken coops we lived in and all the wild cats will
forever be stuck in memory of Diego Garcia. My
greatest memory was fishing of the point out by the
atolls or the toes of the footprint of freedom, and
a shark surfaced, ate the bag of bait that was tied
to a marines commies, unbelievable how fast and
precise that 2-3 foot shark was, and how fast a
dozen marines got the fuck out of the water! Long
live Diego Garcia, white sands, coral reefs, bent
palms and aqua blue water. If it wasn't for the
military, D.G. would be a million dollar vacation
destination.
December 1984 - October 1988
D. Dator = ado.dator@gmail.com
Citizenship = Filipino-Canadian; Service =
Bottoms-Up; Outfit = FEBROE - Finance
My_Quest = " GOT NO IDEA, was asked to do an errand,
scratched my head ...end up in Diego Garcia."
VT_of_a_Swallow = "Appear and Disappear"
My_Warstory = 47 months of dealing with the
Resident-Officer-In-Charge, billing the Treasurer of
the United States and the EXCITING ACTIVITIES in
between..... brings lot of memories while at Diego
Garcia. I hoped to elaborate all, but too much
coconut crab like topics to spread out. I guess what
happened in the plantation stays in the plantation.
1984 to 1985
Darryl (Daz) Hill = DarrylHill@live.com
Citizenship = UK; Service = Royal Marines; Outfit =
NP1002
My_Quest = Find old friends
My_Warstory = Drinking and partying with the
yanks... Looking to find the old crew.
1982-1985
Richard S. Watson <vagorose@juno.com>
Dear Sir,
As a bit of background, I was employed as a MSCPAC
Staff Purser and was sent to DG in early 82 for my
first tour of 13 months. I returned in 83 for
10 more months and then again in early 85 for about
8 more months. During that time, I worked for
the CO of MPSRON 2 and lived on the island - first
in old splinterville, then to a quonset in front of
the "O" club. Then they built some apartments
and I was given one of them, talk about heaven.....
Anyway, during my second
tour, I was allowed to join in the Brit Club as a
member. I purchased a ball cap and T-shirt
from them which is after these many years, starting
to fade and get a bit ragged so I am investigating a
means of obtaining some replacement articles and
wonder if you happen to have any e-mail addresses
for the Brits on the island that I can communicate
with?
Getting on in years now and
only have very FOND memories of the great times that
I spent on DG. I can send you a bunch from the
civilian/military side of living on the island if
you would like me to.
Thank you for your kind attention to this.
Respectfully,
Richard Watson Staff Purser (ret)
Can anyone help
Richard out on this one?
12/84-12/85
Name = Don Zimmerman = dongina@gmail.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = Contractor
Outfit = FEBROE BOS Contract administrator
My_Warstory = This is not a war story , just some
fond memories from my year on Fantasy Island,
working for FEBROE the BOS contractor and Ken Wilson
the Project Manager.. Upon arrival on Diego I was
introduced to my Filipina secretary who said she
never dated her bosses. She had previously worked
for Americans at Subic Bay in the P.I. so I no
reason to doubt her. It should come as no surprise
that in December 1985 we were mnarried in a civil
ceremony performed by the British commander of the
Atol. He sternly advised us that he ws performing
the ceremony as a representive of Queen Elizabeth
II. Wwe were married on Friday December 13th which
was our lucky day as we'll celebrate our 25th
wedding anniverwary this December. Every Wednesday
was cleaning day for our apartments so my co-worker
and I would sit outside and sip on a bottle of red
wine until the cleaning gals left. FEBROE published
a Company newsletter and in one issue they announced
an essay writing contest. My entry called "Fantasy
Island" won and I received a gold Cross pen and
pencil set which I still treasure. Every Sunday on
our one day off,I snorkled in that beautiful blue
lagoon(the caldera from the extinct volcano), seeng
the many and varied kinds of coral and tropical fish
swimming around me. The coral named after the brain
was the most intiguing. About once a week I joined
co-workers for a delicious steak dinner in the
Officers Club. Another memory was the visit across
the atoll to the cocoanut plantation after passing
through the donkey gate. I took a picture of the
crashed WWII PBY Catalina that had washed up on the
beach. I also have another memorable picture of my
secretary posing with Kris Kristoferson on his visit
to perform for two hours in the hot and humid
warehouse bulding. The folloiwng morning he was in
the chow hall greeting us and signing autographs so
I asked him for one to give to my daughter Kathy
from my marriage to my wife deceased in 1984. On and
on I could go but one more adventure was my first
leave when I flew to Singapore on an Air Force C-141
and then Thai Airlines to Bangkok for a ten day
tour, stopping at Singapore for three days,
including a short visit to Malaysia. Would I return
to Fantasy Island? Given the opportunity...in a New
York minute!!
1984-2001
Name = Dave "Muddy Waters" = Muddy1@comcast.net
Citizenship = USA
Service = USAF
Outfit = 7th MAS, 711,911 (KC-10 stuff)
My_Quest = To seek the Holy Grail
VT_of_a_Swallow = What do you mean? African or
European?
My_Warstory = Hi all, back in the day when C-141's
were still flying, we would have around 15 hours (or
less) off at the Island. We rented crappy
fishing poles at the Marina, I had a throw net (now
prohibited) to catch baitfish. We caught a
nice pile of bonefish, the Navy showd up and wanted
to use some of our bonefish to catch a shark.
(we were fishing near the officers club) they cut up
the fish a bit and tossed the thing out on a
ski-rope looking line! also put a couple beer
cans on a piece of coral to trip the "fish one the
line" signal. The line got tight......snap!
Now (the Navy boy's) switched to a cable and a huge
hook, cut the bonefish up, gave the meated hook a
toss, set up the same beer can "alert" ....line
get's tight......then ker-snap!... this happened
several more times. Another (Navy individual)
had a sweet surf pole (fishing rod) he had a Pompano
or something to that effect on his hook, he launched
the thing out there a way's, ...waited a bit....then
SLAM...the shark was actually draging him into the
ocean, his butt left a deep groove in the sand as it
draged him to the surf, the line was spooling off
his reel very quickly, then as he get's his feet
wet...ker-snap goes his line! It's dark now,
we gather up the bone fish, toss them in our
billiting freezer/fridge, next morning we toss the
big cardboard box in the LH wheel well of the
C-141B, fly back to the PI, (those fish got really
frozen) ...retreave said fish, take them to our
Hotel....they cook our mess for free! (only having
to give up a few to the help) We did the
fishing trip several times durring my travels, was a
lot of fun.....
Dave
Muddy
1984-1985
Name = DALE W NAAB
submit_by = CHOPPERDALE@EMBARQMAIL.COM
Citizenship = USA
Service = USN
Outfit = MPP
My_Quest = TO FIND OLD DRUNKMATES
VT_of_a_Swallow = 42
My_Warstory = HOW ABOUT GIVING ME A HOLLER.AINT
HEARD FROM NOBODY IN 20 YEARS.AND NO I AINT DEAD YET
1983---87
Name = William (Bill) Thibault
submit_by = witcapri@gmail.com
Citizenship = USA
Other_Country =
Service = Contractor
Other_Service =
Outfit = Engineering
My_Quest = information
VT_of_a_Swallow =
My_Warstory = I survived three condecutive years,
including the earthquake.The Navy Has changed a lot
since I shipped out 1942---46.
27th june 1984
up to 30 th nov 1992
Name = Kaisynaden C. Pillay (KC)
submit_by = kaisy63@hotmail.com
Citizenship = Mauritian
Other_Country = Mauritian
Service = Contractor
Other_Service = FEBROE & IPAC
Outfit = COMMUNICATION DEPT BOS CONTRACTOR
My_Quest = wants to hear from friends who had known
me .
VT_of_a_Swallow = dont know
My_Warstory = HAD A VERY GOOD TIME ON THE ISLAND.
In and out
1982-85
Randall Stout sotg129@msn.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = USMC
Outfit = united states central command
My_Quest = pictures of the SS Letitica Lykes burning
in DG
VT_of_a_Swallow = 40 pesos in Subic in 82
My_Warstory = i was the action office for all the
NTPF ships for three years. Everyone ragged me
that an ammo ship would go first - wrong. I
had to testify about the fire on the Letitica Lykes,
but was not there for the fire. This is the
one that allegedly had a 1000 bed hospital
capability on it, but the Marine Corps took the
money for something else - a more personal something
else - and filled the Letitica with barely 200 beds
and medical junk. Understand one of the causes
of the fire. Definitely would like a picture
of that fire. My take a way from this or
lesson learned if there is a tragedy and you have a
copy of the load plans burn the load plans.
1984-1985
Rob Stern = rsternfla@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = USN
Outfit = NSF Armory/Security
My_Quest = To reconnect
My_Warstory = Just loved the time out
there, was able to get a great tan, read a lot of
books, and play a lot of softball. Maybe there
was a wee bit of the consumption. My roommates
(BEQ-15) were Mike Chernesky then Pete Verbanac,
both great guys. I remember two great passions
from that time; running and ROPO 4 (Carmen). I
left the Navy in 1990 for the Coast Guard where I
did a tour on a 270' cutter (USCGC CAMPBELL) and 8
years as a special agent with the U.S. Coast Guard
Investigative Service. I retired from active
duty in 2002 as a GMC. Since then I have been
employed as a civilian police officer. I would
love to hear from anyone who may remember me.
1983 to 1987 NAME = Carmen Floyd (
Austen-Smythe) MY QUEST = Dig up
Memories of the past, and smile about them VT of a SWALLOW = Who
gives a ....! have another beer!!!! E-MAIL =
carmenfadz@hughes.net NATIONALITY = Dual
National, UK and US...god Bless the Queen and
USA!!!!! SERVICE = Royal Navy UNIT = ROPO 4 BIOT
Police RANK/RATE/JOB = Well
was a kick butt chick with the help of my Royal
Marine Comrades and NSF Security, have since left
now the Fire Marshal for City of Columbia SC
USA...go figure, still giving folk h..l!!!! MY WARSTORY = well in
continuance from the Shake and Bake (7.6 on the
Richter Scale and 100.00 on the sphincter scale!!!)
I would love to hear from the gang who were there
when I was. Since joining the Columbia Fire
Department, I have discovered that my former Fire
Chief, 'Jack' John Jansens son was on DG with the
airport FD, Ran into a merchant marine whos father
in law was my landlord in Havelock NC....John
Kersanac!!! you Dog and one of the Battalion Chiefs
with Columbia Fire Dept was one of the first SEABEES
on the "Rock" way before I got there...Alma Hill you
salty Dog!!!! so if anyone knows of whom I
speak, send me the dirt!!!! Ooh lets see, does
anyone remember; Joe Hoole USMC Rob Belpedio, AFRTS Chief Manasalas NSF
Security ( dont think I spelled that right) Eric
Salinde, NDSF Security Bill Rhoades, E Site Ramine
Geisler, Airdale and any other poor soul who served
at that time................!
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
1984-86 NAME = Stevei P E-MAIL =
PEES@SUPANET.COM NATIONALITY = BRITISH
SERVICE = BIOT CUSTOMS
OFFICER PETTY OFFICER PHYSICAL TRAINER RANK/RATE/JOB = POPT MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Professional Adventurer Looking For The Ultimate Get
Away SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell MY WARSTORY = Diego
Garcia allowed me and my Shadow "Martin Farrow"to
meet some great people (American and British)who
made my 13 months the most enjoyaable time of my
life. I was the Airport Customs Officer, Court
Clerk, Royal Navy Physical Training Instructor,
Painter and Decorator for Cable and Wirless (Carl
Basson Company) Sports Director for Soccer and
Volleyball, Smokies Referee and Genos Disco Minder.
I have so many memories to tell but there is nil
time to put it all down! The main one is when Ginge
and Ian decided to have a mobile disco that was put
on a back of a flat bed with a Bar. It was a hot
Sunday morning, and we decided to travel to all the
main locations on the Island and rack up the Disco
and open the Bar, after 2 hours we would then move
on to another location. This lead to a great deal of
people following us, and at midnight we reached our
last location where we must have had all the off
duty personnel having a party on the beach. (Long
Live Geno!!!)
The Americans kept calling us "MAD BRITS" Yes we
were Mad! but Boy did we know how to "Party"
I would love to hear from the many friends that I
made from across the Pond, and in the UK.
83 to 87 NAME = Carmen Floyd
(formerly Austen-Smythe) MY QUEST = To share
the crazy times on the "Footprint of Freedom" VT of a SWALLOW = Hey
I have the script to the holy grail!!!! E-MAIL =
carmenfad@hughes.net NATIONALITY =
Brit/Amercian Dual National SERVICE = Royal Navy UNIT = Royal Overseas
Police Officer number 4 BRITS RANK/RATE/JOB = Was
ROPO 4, since left RN, now Battalion Chief with
Columbia Fire Dept SC USA 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 = Well I
just read Chris Butlers story of the downed
Helo..........well guess what? I was one of
the ROPO's that found the hand and foot of the one
of the crew members that washed up on shore on Ocean
side, not too far from where the flip flops or
thongs as the US say wash up on the beach!!!!
I witnessed the docking of USS Carl
Vinson's arrival to DG for th first time.
DG was an special place and will be
as long as I can remember it!!! would love to hear
from anyone who remembers me!!!
1983-1987 From: "Carmen
Floyd" <carmenfad@hughes.net> To:
easy501@zianet.com Date: 05 Oct
2006, 04:10:12 PM Subject: DG Dear Ted,
I must say it is a pleasure to visit
your site, it brings so many memories back and
looking at the photos I remember many of those
faces!
You see I was stationed on ‘The
Rock” from ’83 to “87!!!! With a couple of breaks in
between. I was affectionately known as ROPO 4,
with the BIOT Police!!!!!
I was there the night we had the
‘shake and bake, then thought we would all perish
from the impending attack of the ‘tidal wave” The
only thing I remember was who was zooming who!!!!!
I was also the only female Brit
female Cop on the Rock. Things were booming
back then, the Seabees were phasing out and RBRM was
taking over, Penta Ocean had finished dredging and
the deep water basin for visits from carriers like
Carl Vinson (after top gun was made) could visit
us!!!!
I really miss the smell of fresh
mangoes being flown in from Singapore to DG on a
C141 courtesy of MAC air!!!
Well now this Brit is a US citizen
and a Battalion Chief with the Columbia Fire Dept in
South Carolina…..go figure, it was too good to pass
up and I decided to hang with my American
cousins……………….YEEHAR ( no I do not watch Heehaw!!!)
I just wanted you to know that your
site brings me much joy…………….keep it up!!!
Carmen Floyd
October
1984
to
October 1985 NAME = Jerry Foster MY QUEST = To walk
upright VT of a SWALLOW = 68,
When it goes 69 it has to turn around! E-MAIL =
jfoster@duffytool.com NATIONALITY = US SERVICE = Navy UNIT = Ground
Electronics Maintenance Department RANK/RATE/JOB =
ET2, did my 6 and got out. 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 Snorkeling Story MY WARSTORY = My buddy
ET2 Dan Shuma and myself decided in a drunken stupor
to go snorkeling the following morning as sort of a
cleansing of our systems. Well we actually did meet
at my room and headed to the lagoon side. We were
out for 30 or 40 minutes when we decided to head
back in. We were about 10 feet apart and 50 or 60
feet off of the beach when we approached a sizable
coral head and what looked like a big rock with
about 6 to 8 feet between them just like they were
dropped from the sky into the sandy bottom of the
lagoon. Just as we were over the top of it, I'm
guessing in 20 feet of water, this huge eel swam
from the rock looking thing to the coral head and he
spanned the distance between the two. I jerked my
head out of the water and looked toward Dan, He did
the same. Our eyes were as big as buick hubcaps! Man
we put it in hi gear and got our asses out of that
lagoon. I think we went and polished off what San
Miguel we had to calm our nerves and talked about
that dude for several days. I've got a few more
stories but will hold them till next time. I've not been in
contact with any of the guys that I was stationed
with but I noticed that Andy Alviour (spelling)
wrote a story. We worked in the same division. Hi
Andy, Glad to know your ok. Jerry
1984-1989 Alejandro Canasa
<larry_canasa@yahoo.com> Dear Ted, I think the photo of
the hidden man is of William Harrington a.k.a Bill
Harrington the Harbor Opeerations Manager, and John
Springer is the Personnel Manager of FEBROE, my
boss... I am the guy who prepares travel
papers to anybody employed by the company whether
they are being kick out of the island or taking
R&R. I am from Annex 02 Im checking for some
pictures to send during my stint at Diego Garcia
from 1984 to 1989 Larry Canasa FEBROE Travel
Specialist
From:
"DAISYMAE
BANEZ-PINCHART" <czarinapinchart@hotmail.com>
Date: 12 Mar
2006, 12:37:43 AM Subject:
WHERE
ARE YOU GUYS? Hi Ted, i just love
your website about Diego Garcia, fantasy island,
reminds me of good, fuckin' memories there during
1984 to 1986 as a Quality Control Secretary of
FEBROE. Im a Filipina and now married to
a Belgian... I wonder if you coulc
let my friends know that i wanna get in touch with
them somehow. they are Americans: ANTHONY CLEMONS
JESSE M.
HEISEY MELVIN FERNANDEZ
thanks very much Ted, more power to
you....
1984 TO 1986 (GOOD TIMES !!!) NAME = DAISYMAE
BANEZ PINCHART MY QUEST = I WORKED AS
A QUALITY CONTROL SECRETARY VT of a SWALLOW = I
DONT KNOW ! E-MAIL =
czarinapinchart@hotmail.com NATIONALITY = FILIPINA
SERVICE = NOT
APPLICABLE UNIT = I WORKED
FOR A CONTRACTOR NAMED FEBROE RANK/RATE/JOB =
QUALITY CONTROL SECRETARY 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,
DURING MY STAY THERE AT FOOTPRINT OF FREEDOM, I DID
ENJOYED WORKING BECAUSE IT WAS MY FIRST TIME TO WORK
ABROAD AND ENJOY MY FREEDOM AS WELL. WORKING
EXPATRIATES AND THE NAVY CHALLENGED ME ALOT.
MY LOVELIFE? GOSH! I HAVE
FOREIGN SUITORS LEFT AND RIGHT THAT ALMOST EVERYTIME
I HAVE TO HIDE FROM THEM COZ THEY ALWAYS ASK
FOR ME... THEY DO LIKE SEXY ASIANS LIKE
ME!
I WOULD NOT MIND WORKING BACK
THERE...NO HASSLES AND IT IS FUN IN THAT
WONDERFUL ISLAND !!! : )
CHEERS : )
DAISYMAE
84-85 NAME = Wayne TJ
Tajiri, MY QUEST = To brag
about how much fish I caught while in DG VT of a SWALLOW = E-MAIL =
HLSChief@msn.com NATIONALITY = Hawaiian
SERVICE = USN UNIT = NCS - SatComm RANK/RATE/JOB = ET2 MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
This is a No-Shit Fishing Story MY WARSTORY = One time
I was out behind R site, whipping w/ Pili
Plugs. (Hand made surface plugs made in
Honolulu--REAL ulua (GT) killers!!!) Caught
one about 2 lbs. I check my watch. About
4 casts later, I see a school of ulua, too many to
count, barreling @ high speed, all racing toward my
lure being chugged. They make a sweeping turn,
trailing behind the lure, and I am chugging away as
FAST as I can reel a Daiwa BG 90. There must
have been over 15 or 20 fish in the school, with 4
or 5 uluas charge @ the lure all at the SAME TIME,
all missing. My heart is pounding so hard and
so fast, and I think that I was holding my breath,
concentrating on NOT yanking the lure on a missed
lunge. I can hear the splashing water and the
"THUUU---WUMPS!!!!!!!" as these 40 TO 45 pound fish
are taking turns lunging at the lure, carving large
holes in the water with their bodies & tails,
and the closes the hole (like doing a GREAT suicide
in a pool) These fish are knocking the lure
side to side as it is still moving at high speed
toward me, and closing FAST!!! I'm
thinking..."COME ON!!! COME ON!!!!!" AS the
lure is quickly getting too close to the beach and I
will soon have this lure at my rod tip (I did that
too....but that's another fish story>..)
Then finally...about 20 feet in front of me, a fish
lunges,lure is gone, and my rod is given a great
yank. Line starts RIPPIN from the reel.
I immediately spool the reel w/ my left hand, and
set the razor sharp hooks w/ 3 great yanks.
This ulua is making for the reef drop, and I have
about 40 yards to stop him. He gets about 15,
and I turn him. I check my watch.
Its a stalemate for a couple of minutes, and I start
to work him in. When he is about 15 yards from
the beach, I see the WHOLE school following
him. I work him into the shorebreak, and when
a wave draws, I gill him, and drag him up to dry
sand. Check my watch....13 minutes. I
pound on the lure with my fist and get the hooks
loose. I do 2 lobs of the lure about 20 yards
off the beach, the whole school charges, the
THUUUU---WUMP!!!!!! MY LURE GETS POUNDED
AGAIN!!!!! HANAPA'A!!!!! (HOOK UP!!!! in
Hawaiian) Work this bad boy into the beach, check my
watch....from hooking up the first 2 lb'r, to
landing this 2nd ulua, 26 MINUTES!!!!... My Pili
plug was stretched (its wired through), so it was
time to go home. Tied my 2 fish onto the rack
on my 10 speed (didn't have mountain bikes yet) and
pedaled my way thorugh the jungle, then past R site,
then back to town. Good day or what???
84-85, also 81-82 NAME = Wayne TJ Tajiri
E-MAIL =
HLSChief@msn.com NATIONALITY =
Japanese-American SERVICE = US Navy UNIT = NCS - SatComm RANK/RATE/JOB = First
tour- ETSN -to ET3, 2nd tour ET3 - ET2 MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
This is a No-Shit Fishing Story MY WARSTORY = During
my 2 tours there, I caught more GTs than anyone
could shake 2 sticks @. Going out on the reef
off off of R site, and catching a good tide, and
catching/releasing GTs & large groupers one
after another. One night back in 82, when the
liberty launches came to the floating dock right in
town, I fished there after the last launch
ran. It was about 0100 when I started
fishing. I kept 10 GTs (uluas & papios in
Hawaii), released 3 others, and lost about 6 other
bites that I could not control. The only other
witness was a MAA that was making his rounds, but he
was cool & didn't kick me off the dock. (It was
off limits to fishing). I fought & landed
all the fish solo, the largest for that night was
about 40 pounds. I gave most of the fish to
the filipino contract workers in the galley, trading
for butter....I think. During my 2nd tour,
there was the Diego Burger RIGHT next to the NCS
barracks. Tony and his guys must have gotten
500 pounds of fish from me at least during that
tour. Diego Burger took real good care of
me....
July 1984 - July 1985 NAME = William E.
(Bill) Barnard MY QUEST = Connect
with others who did their time in Dodge VT of a SWALLOW = E-MAIL =
bilz52@hotmail.com NATIONALITY = United
States Citizen SERVICE = U. S. Navy UNIT = Medical/Dental
Dispensary RANK/RATE/JOB =
Then: DT1 Now:
DTC(AW/SW) Retired MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
This is a No-Shit Fishing Story MY WARSTORY = Went
fishing in the Lagoon with some of the Corpsmen
assigned to the Dispensary (HM1 Frank Bernal who was
my roommate) and a female whose name I can't
recall. We had caught quite a few fish and
this lady Corpsman decided she wanted to try the
fish.... raw, alive and still flapping in the
boat. She pulled out a knife, cut out a plug
out of the side of that fish and "down the hatch!!"
I too remember that time of the disappearance of the
individual who lost his life.... Six days later the
body was recovered and placed in the morgue in the
dispensary. It left an odor (and some maggots)
that I will never forget seeing or smelling!
Overall though, it was a good tour with the Arrow
Air flights stateside every Thursday; the 10k runs;
shell collecting; watching the C-5's hang in the sky
on approach; racquetball or jogging daily coupled
with a few beers and Motrin.
I remember some really good folks to be stationed
with which included all of the Dental Crew and
Medical Crew as well. Would love the
opportunity to go back and see what's changed and
what has remained the same.... I look forward
to hearing from any of those who I served
with. Thus far, I've been only able to contact
3 of the Dental Group and 3 of the Medical
Group. The search continues.....
Administrator: I would like to insert the only
photo I have of the Dental Group!! Is there a way to
do this?? [Bill - if you read this, send me the
photo as a .jpg, not as a .pdf file and I'll try to
fit it in] Bill Barnard Buford, GA Bilz52@hotmail.com
84-86 NAME = Andy A. Alvior
MY QUEST = Remembering
(trying to forget?) some history VT of a SWALLOW =
depends on how many rum & cokes you give the DJ
E-MAIL =
Blackhelm36@hotmail.com NATIONALITY =
U.S. born bred and raised SERVICE = USN UNIT = NAF/GEMD ----
DJ @ Seamans club on weekends----------- RANK/RATE/JOB = former
ET3 now a Union Millwright 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 =
Hey all, just remembering coming home from the
Seamans club and the door to my room wouldn't open
more than 2 inches. figuring the chase lounges fell
over I began slamming the door into them trying to
move or break them. once the door opened enough to
get my head in, I realized it was my fresh to Dodge
roomie drunk and in a puddle of piss and puke on the
floor. Me being the honorable and kind hearted
person I was, I went down the hall and pounded on
every door saying "GRAB your cameras and come to my
room!!!"
Every one had a great laugh then it took 5 of
us to haul him into the shower, drop him in, turn on
the water and shut the door. we sat down and all
finished a beer off before he figured out how to get
out of the shower.the kid thought P.O.s were gods
but we broke him of that real quick. There are
ALOT of stories to tell I just hope there are others
out there who can remember them with less fog. Hope
to hear from some of them.
April, 1984 NAME = Rick Ashby MY QUEST = VT of a SWALLOW = E-MAIL =
Rick.Ashby@acbl.net NATIONALITY = USA SERVICE = USMC UNIT = India Company,
3/5 RANK/RATE/JOB = Cpl MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Other SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
Other MY WARSTORY = My
battalion was on a six month float from Camp
Pendleton. I picked up dysentary or some other
such diarrhea producing bacteria in Korea.
Anyway, while still infected I was attached to India
3/5 to fly to Diego Garcia to act as island
security. (which is a joke, what can one company of
drunk Marines defend against?) Our CO told us we
were a "trip wire", which just means we were dead
meat if something really happened. Anyway,
when I got off the C141 at DG, I sweat out the shit
generating bacteria that infected my body within 24
hours. I owe DG a thank you for that.
Another memory is that of our CO, a 250 lb jock
Captain, dancing and singing to Boy George's Karma
Chameleon song in the CP hooth. One early
morning he ran us in platoon formation to mainside
from our jungle hootches and stopped us in front of
the Brits' BOQ's. We sang the Marine's Hymn at
the top of our lungs. It must have been
revenge for an insult he received the night
prior. Lastly, I got popped in the nose by
some merchant marine in the Acey Duecy Club. I
was acting MP one night and a drunk walked up and
knocked me off the stool I was on, nose first.
By the time I got up and pulled my night stick out,
several of my fellow Marines were beating the dog
shit out of him. I found myself rescuing the
poor SOB that hit me. We were young and
dumb...
1984 1989 NAME = Jean Roland
Noel E-MAIL =
rolandnoel@bigpond com .au NATIONALITY =
mauritian australian UNIT = febroe bos
contractor
working as janitor houssekeper RANK/RATE/JOB = now am
working as a nursing assistant in australia MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Want a Job as Far Away from My Wife as Possible SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
There I Was, Passed Out on The Beach MY WARSTORY
= Yes there i was cleaning the
toilet making your bed from 1984 to 1989 while you
were here and there traning or fighting
1984-1985 Willard Gibson
<wjgibson@fedex.com> Hey Ted;
I really enjoy the fruits of your labors concerning
DG. Serving there was probably the pivotal point in
my life. I was an air traffic controller there from
10/84 to 9/85. Knowing what I know now, I'd go
back in a heartbeat. Anyway, what have you heard
about Diego and the tsunamis? Will Gibson USN Ret.
1984 Ken Heaton
<vze3fqga@verizon.net> Spent a week there in
'84 while Adm Crowe was trying to decide what to do
with a bunch of Spooks (Crypies). Still
remember the fire coral.
1984-1986 BOB DUKE
<Chiefbduke@aol.com>
Hi, Just ran up on your site and after reading
through most of it (it's a lot of reading) thought I
would send you a note and say Hi and that I enjoyed
it all. I was stationed there from Nov '84 to
Feb '86. I enjoyed it so much I extended
twice. (Knew one guy while I was there that
had managed to extend 5 times (5 full one year tours
back to back)) Your site really brought back
some great memories. Great fishing and crystal
clear water in both the lagoon and off the outside
beaches. Spent many evening roaming along
endless beaches with out a soul for miles. I
was there for the big and perhaps the only
earthquake (supposedly a 500 year event, that
measured 7.6 of the Richter Scale) and I was there
when the first aircraft carrier pulled into the
lagoon and was there when the first B-52 landed on
the newly extended runway, what a
sight. As I said many great
memoreis. I'd be honored to be a member if I
may. Regards Bob Duke
(US Navy Retired Electronics Chief
P.O. S.W.
1979,1980,1984,1985,1986
NAME = Joseph P Stropole
MY QUEST = Old Friends, and Enemies....
VT of a SWALLOW = 60 MPH in a Windshield
E-MAIL = jstropole@mail.com
NATIONALITY = USA !
SERVICE = Merchabt Marine
UNIT = USNS Rigel, USNS Mercury, USNS Jupiter, USNS
Ponchatoula
RANK/RATE/JOB = 3rd Asst, 2nd Asst
MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Decided to Join A Monastery,
But Couldn't Find One Stateside
SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Sailing
Story
MY WARSTORY = 1984, Ready to leave the skids, for
the rock, civillian merchant marine waiting for the
REPAT flight, the animal launch (remember this one
???) Broken Faces (not mine), Broken dreams, and
then broken airline tickets, somebody smacked my
favorite CHENG, the offender was a jarhead....The
rest was BIOT history....
1983, 1984, 1986, 1987, 1991, 1992,
1993
NAME = Dave (K9) Hardy (nice picture of me!) ed
note: on http://www.zianet.com/tedmorris/dg/brits.html
MY QUEST = For you to contact me
VT of a SWALLOW = |African or European?
E-MAIL = Linda.Hardy@amserve.net
NATIONALITY = Brit
SERVICE = ROPO
UNIT = K9
RANK/RATE/JOB = Ex-ROPO ex-RN (Royal Navy) now
merchant navy. Yes I have just returned from
the Gulf as well.
MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Decided to Join A Monastery,
But Couldn't Find One Stateside
SUBJECT OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious
Memories of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on
Diego Garcia
MY WARSTORY = Been there, seen it, done it, couldn't
get a t-shirt 'cos you had already bombed the placed
out.
\regards \\k9
\\dave hardy
1980 through 84. ROB HODGES
<hawkeye6936@attbi.com See his 1980 entry...
1984-1985 DALE NAAB
<dalesimc13@earthlink.net> HI, I SPENT A YEAR ON
THAT LITTLE SLICE OF HELL, 84 85. WORKED AT
THE MPP. DO YOU HAVE ANY WAY TO TRY AND FIND
MY OLD DRUNKMATES I MEAN SHIPMATES THAT WERE?IT WAS
ISOLATION DUTY THEN, BUT WE SURVIVED THE EARTHQUAKE,
THE BUGS, THE HEAT THE SPACE THE TIME FMTT EN3 NAAB --- DALE NAAB
March 1983-March 1984 NAME = Mark McMenamin
E-MAIL =
seniormac@sprynet.com NATIONALITY = U.S.;
SERVICE = USN; UNIT = Navy Weather Office;
RANK/RATE/JOB = I was an AG1 at the Weather Office SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
Actually, I Have a Real Story To Tell MY WARSTORY = I came
to Diego Garcia for a year for one reason: If I did
a year on the rock I could get three years in the
Philippines, which I did. When I got there women
were just beggining to get stationed there. It
was a woman's paradise from what I could see. I was
trying to get to the Philippines because that was a
man's paradise. I remember going to the turner club
and seeing rather plumb fairly un-attractive women
sitting at a table with 10 or 15 rum and cokes in
front of her bought by potential suitors (losers?).
The good looking women were mostly staying with the
Brits!!!! The women there who were
married were in two categories: Those that were
married and were faithfull to there husbands not on
the island and those that were unfaithful. YOu could
tell the ones who were faithfull because if said
hello to one they would bite your head off. Any man
who talked to them was automattialy (in thier mind)
trying to hit on them (which of course we
were).
The ones who were
unfaithful were the ones you wanted to hook up with
but it was tough. I always heard stories of women
seling pussy there but I never ran into any.
During the earthquake
we got quite a few calls at the weather office I
guess they figured we were the closest thing to
seismologists they could call. We didn't no anything
more than they did. We did call GOlden
Colorado and got the epi-center and magnitude
info fairly quickly (those were in the days before
stallite comms and E-mail). Forecasting the
next rain event was tough on Diego Garcia as there
was no data and at the time very little satellite
coverage. The guy in charge of extending the runway
to accomodate the eventual arrival of the B-52's had
to have 8 hours of no rain for his cement to dry and
that was tough. I know he cussed us quite a bit when
we got the forecast wrong and he had to re-pour his
cement.
I remeber the cigarettes
youy bought at the store were all stained brown from
water and humidity damage. We called them Diego
Garcia Ciggarettes. Brown,dry and hard on the
throut. At the time there was at least one
C-141 a day from the P.I and a C-141 once a week
from Nairobi. This bird usually had new personnel
checking aboard. We always checked the manifest to
see how many new women were comming in. They got the
red carpet treatment. There were plenty of male
sailors offering to show the new female were the
barracks, chow hall, personnel at anything else was.
The guys on the flight were left to fend for
themslves.
That was Diego in
1983-1984................
1984 NAME = CURTIS ARNOTT MY QUEST = TO OPENTHE
FOOT PRINT OF FREEDOM FOR ALL MANKIND E-MAIL =
CURTIS.ARNOTT@SOFTHOME.NET NATIONALITY =
AMERICAN; SERVICE = US NAVY; UNIT = MEDICAL
DEPARTMENT; RANK/RATE/JOB = HM2, MEDEVAC COORDINATOR
MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
My Time There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me
Remember! SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
Please Select a Title For Your Story, or Select
'Other' MY WARSTORY = AS
MEDEVAC COORDINATOR, I HELD THE RECORD FOR THE
FASTEST MEDEVAC. LESS THAN AN HOUR FROM THE
TIME THE PATIENT CAME IN THE DOOR OF THE CLINIC TILL
THE TIME HE BOARDED THE PLANE. WE HELD UPA A
141 WITH A FLAG OFFICER ON BOARD AND HE WAS NONE TOO
HAPPY. I REMEMBER GOING FISHING IN THE LAGOON
WITH BLOOD FROM THE LAB THAT HAD EXPIRED. THE
SHARKS REALLY LOVED US. I ALSO REMEMBER THE
BRITS THERE. THEY WERE MOSTLY VETERANS OF THE
FALKLANDS WAR AND THEY DID LOVE TO DRINK BUT THEY
COULDNT REALLY HANDLE TEQUILA FOR SOME REASON,
ESPECIALLY THE BRIT MARINE THAT BROKE BOTH HIS HANDS
A FEW DAYS EARLIER AND HAD CASTS ON BOTH
HANDS. I REMEMBER THE WORKER THAT WAS KILLED
AND LEFT IN THE JUNGLE TOO AND CLEANED UP
AFTERWARDS. SOMETHINGS YOU NEVER FORGET.
1984-85? NAME = Phil Hayworth MY QUEST = To find God
[editor's note: Play Black Sabbath's "Masters
of Reality" backwards at 78 r.p.m., and you may not
find Him, but you'll see Him] E-MAIL =
phhay@hotmail.com NATIONALITY =
American; SERVICE = US Navy Armed Forced Radio and
Television Service; UNIT = AFRTS; MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Naturalist/Ecologist SUBJECT OF MY STORY: =
This is a No-Shit Drinking Story MY WARSTORY = Well,
well, Imagine my shock as I discovered a picture of
me and the gang outside the broadcast station on DG
-- a place that will live in infamy for me and the
poor bastards who had the misfortune of running into
me. Cathy Hines, I remember you...how the heck are
you? You were one of the few people on the
Rock that I could stand, you and JJ, though JJ and
me had a sort of alcohol-induced breakup before my
first tour. I remember you loved Neil Diamond
and Ratt, which I thought was a strange, though
cool, combination. Anyway, seems that me and the
Rock weren't good for each other because that was
the place I learned to drink -- drink all night
long. But there are fond memories, too --
all-night drunks that looked like they'd end in
brawls or bad words but sometimes instead ended in
confessions of undying love or respect. Sure,
I remember the Chief and his Chiefess, but I figured
that every guy needs a "beard" -- as a matter of
fact, she had one, didn't she? Speaking of
beard, Mary Seigmund, that freakin slut. She turned
me in for running into the the station seconds
before my radio show and pulling records....or was
that YOU, Hines? Anyway, that's all water under the
bridge now. Oh my God, that beauty contest was so
damn funny. I'll never forget me and the guys
from the dive locker heckling from the back row,
stinking drunk. It was the greatest day on the
Rock. We all got in deep trouble for that, but it
was worth it. Hey, don't forget that Don Diego
was my idea! Yes, I was bored and going mad. If I
didn't come up with something to do beside drink all
the time, I'd have gone nuts. Thank the Lord
for Don, who allowed me to make a complete fool --
indeed, a celebrity -- of him and, in the end,
created some fantastic memories for everyone on DG
from 84 to 85. All is forgiven. Everything is
good -- now that DG is many years in the rear view
mirror.
1984-1985 Garry Shook
<dgshook@bellsouth.net>
I was on The Rock during
1984 and 1985, I was one of two Independent
Duty Corpsmen (IDC) assigned to the medical
facility.An IDC is qualified to handle almost any
medical emergency, from dental fillings to starting
IV's to doing minor surgery. I was very proud
of the job I had, and when you do all the little
extra things, the patient really appreciates
it. Pretty soon you have a Reputation.
That's all I ever wanted out of my assignment.
Of course there was plenty of time for
recreation. When a serviceman or an MSC person
got seriously ill, I would have to accompany the
patient on that wonderful 8 hour flight to Clark Air
Base. Once there, I would have to wait 3, 4,
even 5 days before I could catch a flight back to
Diego. But Diego was a loney place at
times. When I first arrived, I would spend
hours recording messages to my wife (lots of
drinking went on at that time, I might add). Anyway,
I love your web sight, it brought make so many
memories. Garry Shook HMC(SW) -Ret., Jacksonville,
FL
AFRTS Detachement 3, Diego Garcia, June 1984
Front row from left:
Kathy Scarberry with station mascot Maynard, Phil
Hayworth, Don Morrey (alias Don Diego), Mary
Siegmund, Lianne Britton, Cathy Hines, Dave
Pennock. Back row from left: Mike Mitchell, Ron
Smith, IC1 Buckley, Wayne Bond, Scott McGilvery,
IC1 Hammer. Photo provided by Cathy
Hines.
1984-1985 CATHY HINES
<chines6930@aol.com> MY QUEST = Mahalo VT of a SWALLOW =
Wazzup? NATIONALITY = us;
SERVICE = navy; UNIT = Navy Broadcasting Service
AFRTS Detachment; RANK/RATE/JOB = Was JO3. Got out
after 10 years as a JO1. MY WARSTORY = There
are many as it was my favorite duty station. I
remember fondly herding the chickens in front of my
quarters as the sun began to go down. The chickens
would be heading for their roosting spots and I
wouldn't let them pass by and they would get very
mad and squawk a lot and then make a mad dash for
it. The best memory and juicyest is my room mate's
tales of her sex and sand trysts with the brits,
even doing 2 at a time and giggling about the sand
burns on her butt! She had some IC1 take nudie
pics of her in his quarters and the lights got so
hot they set off the fire alarm and she went running
naked with a towel as the emergency crews
came. I remember one night borrowing her rate
training manual to study for an advancement test and
at the end of the book she had her list of 'stud
muffins' with names, dimensions, ages, martital
status, how it was done, etc. There were some
people that I knew on the list that were married and
officers. I made several Xerox copies and
passed them around. (he he). She was the one
who won the so-called beauty contest in
'84. Amazing that it's people like that
that make Chief Petty Officer!
I loved playing the arcade game in the hamburger
shack place and going shelling to the other side of
the island. The best time was a helicopter
trip over the island to take photos. The AFRTS
people managers were all butt heads for the most
part but we had a cool station kitty named 'Maynard'
who I would torment by putting him on the record
player or Xerox machine and letting it go. We
had one JO1 who wore the same clothes every day and
because of the heat and humidity he really reeked
when he came to work. So I made up a fake
letter warning him that if he didn't get new
uniforms and didn't take showers that he would be
placed on report. The next day he had all new
uniforms and didn't smell. He was the infamous
'Don Diego' character on AFRTS-TV 's program called
'Focus.' And then there was the AFRTS station
lesbian who married the gay chief in charge so they
wouldn't be found out by the navy and get kicked
off. That was a weird wedding to be sure! I think
they were both drunk.
I was the Radio DJ/TV reporter who you probably
hated! I sure had a great time. I
wish they had vacation packages there today as I'd
love to go back and visit.
1984-1985
(Jeff- 22Jul84-21Jul85; Marlie- May84-May85) JEFF & MARLIE
SWANSON (married on DGAR 5/24/85)
<j4swanson@aol.com> MY QUEST = Take a
second honeymoon back to Dodge VT of a SWALLOW =
Depends on the rising burp NATIONALITY =
Kentuckian-Filipina; SERVICE = USN (Ret); UNIT =
Terminal Operations Officer (Jeff) Special
Services (Marlie); MY INTEREST IN DG IS =
Stroll Down Memory Lane MY WARSTORY = We had
scheduled our wedding for May 24th 1985 because it
fell between the visit of the shuttle ship SS SANTA
JUANA and the visit three weeks later by the AFS to
pick up supplies. As Terminal Ops Officer that
was a good time to honeymoon in the PI for two
weeks. Then, the IOBG decided to conduct
Weapons Week and scheduled port visits for the
ships....bad news for Terminal Ops. with Customer
Service hat.
The XO, Vollmar, had a bad habit of chewing folks
out. He never understood what the hell I did,
so I was usually spared. He would call at
times, down to the terminal...actually he'd have
Seaman Temple call, make me drive the 3 miles at 25
MPH (Brit patrolled) just to ask a question that a
phone call would have resolved.
On the day before my wedding day I get a call....It
SN Temple in that sweet voice, "LT Swanson the XO
would like to see you in his office.....NOW."
CLICK
I was scared shitless, made the agonizing drive,
cooled my heals for 45 minutes...another bad habit
of his, then got called in..."LT Swanson, close the
door." OH SHIT!
"Sit" AUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
CDR Vollmar opens the desk, pulls out a key
chain...with a Pepsi bottle on it, and tosses it to
me. "Here's the key to the Pilot's
Cabin. Don't let the CO know or he'll kick my
ass!"
I don't know if it's still there, but in 1984 the
Pilots cabin was at the corner of the POL pier,
right where the the causeway ends and the pier
begins. It was nice then, had a living room,
kitchenette, bedroom, and shower. Great
view from three sides. And, that's where I
spent my wedding night....with the USS WHITE PLAINS
at the damned pier.
We had to fly out on a C-5 the next morning.
There was a glorious double rainbow meeting us when
we left the cabin...pretty nice. This is NO
SHIT!
Thanks
for the great page! from an email
8/25/00: I still owe you the story of how I
brought San Miguel beer legally to the
island....what the heck here goes....I was the
Terminal Operations officer from july 1984 until
leaving in July 1985. Each month the
Santa Juana would bring supplies to the
island. Just after the August shipment I
noticed on milvan off to the side with a large croud of people
surrounding it. I asked my deputy, ABCS Becker
what that was all about? He said that it was
the San Miguel beer sale.
At the time, American beer was infamous on the
island. A person could get a serious headache
from drinking just two of them. It was
suspected, but never confirmed, that formeldahyde
was used as a preservative in the American
beer. The painted label San Miguel on the
other hand was smooth and tasty. Anyway, the
"Beer Barons" were loading up for resale to the
general island population, and of course were making
a profit. People would buy cases at a time and
store them in their rooms because the shutle ship
only came once a month.
I went up the chain of command to propose selling
"San Migo" out of thepackage store. It must
have been a sain moment in time because everyone
rogered-up that it was just a cleaner way of doing
business.
So, beginning in late September 1984 (it might have
been late October...I killed a few brain cells and
don't recall) San Miguel painted label beer became a
standard commodity on Diego Garcia. We ordered
300 cases a month and it became the beer of
choice. Headaches disappeared.
Feb. 1984-Feb. 1985 LARRY KENNEDY
<kenn_58@yahoo.com> MY QUEST = Seen any of
my old Tweet Shipmates from AIMD? VT of a SWALLOW =
Depends on how many BEERS were in the BONG! NATIONALITY = USA;
SERVICE = NAVY; UNIT = AIMD, NAF; RANK/RATE/JOB =
Then AT2, now AT1 Retired MY WARSTORY = It was
one of those endless parties that takes place on
dodge from shift change to shift change, 10 -15 of
us got tired of being inside drinking (cheap beer)
and decided to go to the picnic area looking out at
the toes of the island and drink something
real. When the sun came up over the horizon
the 3 of us still on our feet decided to join our
shipmates and brit's by shooting straight tequila at
sunrise. After one and a half bottles we surrendered
to the gods and went down by the bow into the beach
where we stayed until rescued by our fallen
shipmates from the night before. GOD HOW THAT BEACH
WAS SPINNING! Later we all prayed to that great GOD
RALPH.
1984-1986 The Unknown Comic
<Y2KBuckWheat@aol.com>
Was stationed at DG from 84 to 86 (well almost two
years). Was a YN2 for AIMD and Admin. at
NAF. Haven't seen anything much from anyone I
knew there during my tour. My nickname was YN2
Buckwheat Asshole, given to me from LCDR Lynch.
DG will always be in my heart, which I could
visit. I sure miss sailing on Sundays!!!
1984-1990 JO (SHROUT) TRAUTMANN
<jawst@gtwn.net> MY QUEST = Sharing war
stories VT of a SWALLOW = As
quick as you can gulp! UNIT = Technical
Writer in Cont. Admin. for FEBROE/IPAC, now retired
to Sun City, TX MY WARSTORY = I was
not there for the earthquake, but I do have a photo
of a large hole it left in the roadway. Yes, I
remember the beating death of the Filipino. I
wrote about it for my Writing Class at
college. It seems that (I have this from a
reliable Filipino) it was considered a
game/challenge amongst the Filipinos to not only spy
on beach activities, but to also "touch" one or both
of the engaged parties. RBRM employees made
sure that the Brits did not get the Ex-Pat Club
because of the outcome of this incident. We
also had a stabbing at a ship unloading (as I
recall, with a spoon?) and, occasionally, someone
would run amok--a Mauritian tried to walk back to
his island.
When I arrived on DG in March of '84, I shared
one-half of a seahut on the lagoon side with
Lolly--the Filipina hairdresser. She has since
passed away after a long fight with cancer.
The other half--boarded off--of the seahut was
occupied by two Filipinos, the doctor and a computer
technician.
Eventually, more Filipinas were hired and lived in
seahuts down near where the Marines were living in
seahuts also. I have photos of the Marine
seahuts. The Marines thought it great fun to
harass the ladies quarters by crawling under the
huts. At first, the Filipinas were upset, but
after some discussion, it was decided that there
were more of them than the one Marine under the
hut. Action was taken, perfume sprayed and
trash can lids banged. The ladies became so
immune to harassment that when a guy stood outside
the compound fence and flashed them, they just
pointed and laughed. That's got to "deflate" a
guy's ego. 2nd WARSTORY =
1984/85: THE CONTRACTOR EMPLOYEE STUPID
SEGREGRATION ACT
Back in March of '84, FEBROE's employees lived in
the (former SEABEE) huts on the lagoon side.
We paid for our meals in the galley. Lolly,
the 1st Filipina (ran the Ladies Hair Salon), and I
shared one-half of a seahut that was partioned into
quarters. A full partion separated the 2
Filipinos who occupied the other half (other 2
quarters)--one was the doctor and the other a
computer technician. Lolly and I used the
partioned shower/toilet portable across from
us. They partioned the center of the portable
so that there was a shower to one side of the
entrance door and a toilet to the right of it.
We were told, nay we were commanded by the great
Project Mgr (a definite relative of Gen Halftrack)
to attend the O'Club's TGIF's every week. So
we did. He'd attend, drink a coke and leave
while the rest of stayed to finish off pitchers of
beer. This would result in his having all the
ex-pats attend the famous Saturday morning lectures
on how to behave at the O'Club. No one ever
quite got this right. We were supposed to go
and mingle, but not mingle?
Eventually, this led to the Stupid Segregation Act
of 1984/85. FEBROE's ex-pat personnel were
rated/ranked according to Navy rates/ranks. So a few
could continue to go the O'Club, several to the CPO
club and the rest of us (all over 40) had to go the
Enlisted Men's Club. Also, we were moved out
of the seahuts at this time and we, Peons, were
assigned quarters on the oceanside with all the 18
to 20 yr. olds. They treated us well albeit
they must have felt they were being babysat by older
relatives. We also noticed that, though the
menus were the same, the portions and the
garnishments at the Enlisted Club were not up to
O'Club standards. We made sure everyone was
made aware of this. After quite a bit of
"bitching" by guys and gals alike, we were finally
moved to CPO quarters and allowed to go into any
club.
More later. Thanks Ted for all your work on
this page. It's great!
1984-1989, 1999-???? FRED TAMBELLINI
<ftam911@cwnetdg.io><dgchief911@yahoo.com><fredtambellini@hotmail.com>
I am Fred Tambellini,and I was on Diego Garcia with
FEBROE 1984 to 1989 as Asst. Fire Chief. Went
to Berbera and Mogadishu, Somalia, with Admiral Lee
- COMFAIRWESTPAC - to do a fire protection risk
assessment. Will send you a story or two. Also,
I am back on Diego Garcia as Fire Chief. WEIRD or
what !!! Best to you all, FRED the fire guy.
1984-1985 STEVE LANGLOIS
<srlan@conncoll.edu>
I wish I could put pictures on the net, but
unfortunately I've long since lost track of my
photographs. The Jason must have arrived after
I left in Feb of 85. I would have remembered
that piece of s--- tied to the pier for 3 months.
Do
you remember an incident where a Brit Marine beat a
Filipino BOS worker to death, for peeping at him and
his American girlfriend doing the horizontal mambo
on the beach? They found his body a week later
in the jungle between the yacht club and the Brit
club. Unfortunately, I had duty the night they
found him. That was a big stink (No pun
intended.) They flew a medical examiner out
from Scotland Yard to do the autopsy. However
the body was so badly decomposed, he couldn't come
up with a definitive cause of death, so I think the
Brit Marine got off. This was probably in the
fall of 84. I also remember a postal
clerk running over (accidentally) another Filipino
in the mail truck. We medevac'd him to
Singapore in a P-3, but he died en route.
I think the thing I remember most about DG was the
package store, and how they would close for half a
day once a month when the supply ship arrived.
There would be a huge line when they'd open later in
the day. Everyone would buy their beverage of
choice and clean them out for another month.
(I'd buy cases of those little cans of O.J. for my
screwdrivers.) That and the year 'round
softball tourneys that lasted past midnight.
I'd love to go back and see what it looks like
now. (When I was there, they were in the
process of extending the runway, filling in the
lagoon for the supply pier, and building tons of
barracks.) [EDITOR'S RESPONSE]
Well, you missed the good times with the
Jason. She showed up and tied up for 3 months
in 84, and 1/3 the crew was female. One night
the NSF had a "formal" for the officers, and
afterwards, a bunch showed up at my BOQ room
completely toasted, and wanting to use the
bathroom! I used to sleep on the couch in
those days, and so I foolishly let them in and
finally chased them all out. Last to leave
were an NSF Supply guy and a female MD from the
ship. She used the bath last, I chased them
out, and went back to sleep. The next morning
I woke up and there was 3 inches of warm water on
the floor of the room. The MD had puked in my
sink, turned on the hot water to wash it down,
couldn't (big chunks) and just left the water on and
left. What a mess. And I didn't even get
to chew her out. She got back to the ship
after curfew and the Captain, J.J. Hogan, restricted
her to the ship for the rest of the time they were
in port (about 2 weeks!).
However, the Jason was wildly popular on the island
because it had WOMEN on board, doubling the island's
female population, and thus the chances of the guys
who weren't saving themselves for their wives and
sweethearts back home. But old Hogan was
universally hated. One night he went to the
Acey Duecy Club and got drunk, pissed off a bunch of
the local swabbies, who went out and let the air out
of all 4 tires on the staff car. He just got
in it and drove back to Alpha Wharf! destroyed
the tires & wheels. unbelievable.
Let's see....for beer you must have had
Schlitz????? My favorite time was the softball
games (still a year round sport when I was there)
and getting drunk on the beach afterwards, playing
guitars and trying to hustle one of the 3 female
officers on the island! Never lucky at any of
that.
1984 Somalia, 1985-1988 DG, 1990
Somalia, 1991 DG
GEORGE RICE <westtexhardrock@arkansas.net>
MY QUEST = live to be 101; VT of a SWALLOW
= to slow to name; NATIONALITY = yes
SERVICE = Ret. Army with AF time 56 to 78;
UNIT = WAS Fuels Maint Super; RANK/RATE/JOB
= Civ. now and love it
MY INTEREST IN DG IS = Want a Job as Far Away from My
Wife as Possible
MY WARSTORY = This took place
at Berbera, Somalia, and its true. We needed to
have the SHIT hole pumped out, So our good In-Country
Manager, Jerry Romenger Contacted a local Co. to do
this, fine and good, the next day we needed a load of
water, ( dring, bath wash general use ) The same truck
showed up that had picked up the Shit the day before!
I was the Fuels Maintenance Super, From 1985 to 1988
at DG and Berbera, Somalia. I was the last US at
Berbera to get on the plane when they pulled us out
Dec 1991 and then closed the Navy annex and Base at
Berbera. My son will get a lot of pictures ready to
send you of DG and Somalia when good old FEBROE had
the contract. FEBROE was the best Support
Contractor tha DG has ever had, all the rest have just
messed up every thing. I am retired for good now
and have been since 1992.
Somalia, I was also one of the first US to go
into Somalia at BERBERA in June 1984. The
Contractor was there doing his thing, small fuel tank
farm, 25,000 BBL Storage Tanks at the Fuel Farm, about
8 NM from the airfield. Storage tanks at the
airfielf and building were built. No hot water,
wash clothes in cold water and hung on bush to
dry . FEBROE sent us in, 5 TCNs and two US, not
much. For three months once our good AF would not land
at BERBERA we ran out of food, lived on spare ribs ,
rice, onions, and fish from the Red Sea, that's if we
could catch them. It wasn't a very safe place to
be, but the pay was 50% more, so we liked that
part. I arrived in Somalia at 196 LBS, and
arrived in Diego Garcia at 138lbs. Good.
Ha.
It was a mess getting out of Somalia, I had back to
back tankers picking up Jet Fuel, Me and one TCN, each
ship, one day apart, up 72 stright hours on each, the
other guys. Not the In-Country Manager, he never
did a thing. Packed up what we could, C-5 came
in two days after X-mas of 90. The Air Force
would not get off the runway to refuel, said he had
enough fuel to get back to DG. No runway lights,
power units on A/C, took of after dark. Had most
of high value items on the A/C. Not the Fuel farm
items, we where given 10 days to pack. Me with
one guy to work, no way for the farm. I left
over 400,000 gals of jet fuel there at the tank farm
and at the air field, could not get it out. Back
in 84, I told the Navy Rep., that if they ever had to
pull out, they would not be able to get all the fuel
out because of the pipe line set up. The pumps
and all was left at the tank farm and the same at the
Air field. I bet IPAC and the Navy left over
$3,000,000 worth of fuel and equipment there when they
pulled out. If they had sent me in 5 people I
would have been able to get almost every thing out.
We would go to the airfield at night and here the
mortors going off, all night long. One day me
and my TCN left the tank farm at the end of a long
day, TEMP that day 125, we were pooped, and wanded
something to eat and a cold shower, we locked the
gate, and received 5 shots from a AK-47 over our
truck, so thing were getting bad there.
I ended up spsnding over 6 years at DG and Somalia . I
really enjoyed it. I also love retirement, When I got
home in 91 from DG, my hearing went, I am now 100%
with the VA and have been since Feb of 92. But I
still miss working with the miltary. Me and the
wife are moving on base at EAKER AFB that closed
in 95, here at Blytheville, ARK. The homes are nice,
the first ones that they opened up were the Officers
Area, the house that I am getting has 1650 SQ
Ft. It is a retirement Village now. You have to
be over 50 to live there, so that keep a lot of the
trouble makers out.
Ted, you were telling about your phone call from
Somalia, that cost a lot, I paid more then you did,
when I got ready to leave Berbera, Somalia in 85, I
made a call that cost me $180.00, thats 10 min. at
$18.00 a min. See you later George.
I
only have a few more stories to tell, ALL ARE
TRUE! This one to day took place in 1987 (first
part of year ). After RBRM completed the new
hanger, the good navy on the island had a big party in
it, a good and drunk navy dude pulled the FOAM System
and filled the hanger, boy what a mess, the next day
after the party, the Asst. to Mr Stringfellow, was at
the hanger with a Navy Rep. The Navy wanted to
know what went wrong, he was told that a drunk navy
guy most likely pulled the From system knob, that
there was nothing wrong with the system before the
party - the navy rep did not like this and told
FEBROE to get Stringfellow's Asst. off the
island, he was gone in a matter of days.
Another tale in a day or two .
Here is another true TAIL about DG, One of the
guys from the Philippines just had to haveone of the
American NAVY ladies, This was in the spring of 87, So
when the next Navy ship came in, all was set up by a
navy chief that was stationed at DG, One of the little
navy gals took this little TCN and gave him some
American Tail, and it cost him $100.00, I guess this
gave her some spending money for the two days her ship
was there. an 87 true tail by george.
Here we were, a little over two months at Berbera,
Somalia. The AF re-supply C-141 comes in, food
and needed parts and a American AC Fueling Supt to
assistant me. Late that evening, after the 141 had
departed, this new guy told the incountry manager and
Bill and me, THAT HE QUITS, He said that he was told
that he was going to American Samoa, not
Somalia! Bill jumped up and told him, to go to
Samoa, we would have to pay them to work there.
He changed his mind. He went to work the next
day with me, but every day he was a big problem, after
a week I told the in-country manager to get him out of
here. What realy topped it of was on day at the tank
farm, he took a brake and went to stand next to the
fence. One of the Supervisors for the contractor
saw him standing there, he went up to this new guy and
told him to get back to work, Gillard told him that he
he wasn't a Somali Black that he was a American Black,
this ended his stay in Somalia, a few days later a
Navy Admiral came in .... to open the Re-fuel and
Storage Station and when the Admiral left this good
american went with him, When I went back to Diego
Garcia, this guy was still there, but he was not
offered a new contract, He caused to many problems
there also.
When I started up the Maintenance Department in 85, I
had two small building on the POL Pier, ( NOT THERE
NOW ) removed in 87, Both were full of parts for
the fuel system, all were already FUEL SUPPLIES, Mr.
Stringfellow had them taken to supply and added to the
supply system. In all this there were over 300 Fuel
Filters, and you know what they cost. From then
on, when I changed the filters, Fuels had to pay for
them, even if they had them before. This made FEBROE
look good, save money. But still FEBROE was good. The
best does some crazy things once in a while to make
them look good.. Also, Did you know that I was the
only FEBROE to lose a finger while working at DG.
Thanks to the NAVY. and the FUELS manager at that
time, March 85., had to have the rest of it taken of
when I got home in 88.
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