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Citizenship
= USA; Service = USN; Outfit = USS Paul F Foster
DD-964
My_Quest
= Knowledge
VT_of_a_Swallow
= (*splat!*)
My_Warstory
= Our visit to DG was an unexpected but
necessary one for fuel, food, supplies and (other).
A good time for some MUCH
needed and deserved R&R from 'Operation Earnest
Will' (slightly N/NW) and
some time to finally get our Shellback Initiation
done afterward with no one
wanting to shoot at us or shadow us all the time. DG
was a welcome paradise of
phone calls, new books, magazines, white (not
yellow!) sand, floating tables
and a good, cheap supply of rum. LOL Love that place
and will never forget my
"explorations". (We always told security who/what so
we didn't get
shot!) Fun but short-lived since we had to get back
to business. At least
"The Wall" fell down later that year so it was all
worth the
trouble... :)
ex-CTR3
Damon "Rambo" Ramsey, USS Paul F Foster
(DD-964), OT02 Outboard Operations "Combat Crypto"
1989-1990
Name = Steven Beckmann
submit_by = steven_beckmann@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA
Other_Country =
Service = USN
Other_Service =
Outfit = NAVCOMSTA R-Site
My_Quest =
VT_of_a_Swallow = A laden or unladen
swallow?
My_Warstory = Still a little blurry. We
did have some good times. I laughed
hearing references to gutter beers!
Those are the TRUE Diego Garcians!
I also remember dodging Coconut Crabs
when I had to go up to T-Site! Also
hiding in your room when a carrier
pulled in! Snorkling, the Turkey Trot! I
remember when they built the 2 lane
bowling alley and put-put golf! Fun
times...
1972, 1981/1982, 1987 to 1995
Dave Fisher, Capt, USMM (Ret.), CAPT
(SWO) USN (Ret.) = callsign.BULL@tni.net
Citizenship = USA; Service = Merchant
Marine; Other_Service = USNR; Outfit =
USS R. E. Kraus; USNS Sealift Antarctic;
SS Green Valley, G. Island, G Harbour;
MV Jeb Stuart
My_Quest = Here in 2014, would like to
go back for one last, short look-see.
My_Warstory = First went in '72 in USS
Richard E. Kraus (DD-849) to deliver
crypto gear. It looked like "McHale's
Navy" then. Returned in '81/'82 in USNS
Sealift Antarctic (T-AO-176) with the
MSC Near Term Prepositioned Force.
Didn't look too much different. Returned
again in '87 to the four Afloat
Prepositioned Force LASH ammo ships - a
couple of years as Chief Mate, the
remainder as Master. Dodge now a little
more civilized. While there in 1994,
sortied the entire APF as Convoy
Commodore and CTG-159.1 for Operation
Vigilant Warrior up in the Gulf.
Technically still a civilian, but
assigned under Allied doctrine.
Left in late '95 to command the COMPSRON
ONE flagship in the Med. At the
time I left (9 yrs on), I was "The Mayor
of DGAR," as the longest serving
occupant.
Like to go back one last time before I
pass, just to see how "my" island is
doing. Have lumpia and a beer at
the "O."
1987
thru to 1993
Walter Johnson = Waltsrentals@gmail.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = Merchant Marine;
Outfit = Man the ship
of Alex Bonneyman
My_Warstory = I
served under the direction of
Mearsk Line Captain
of the alex bonneyman
when Ronald Reagan
president promissed vetran rights
for merchant marines spending over 9
month active time there
during the Irac and Iran
WAR how do i get Vetren
rights now that im older i
Have no DD214 ?
I
was educated in asian orang gas in 30 minutes handed a certificate and later spent two month wondering if i was
going to die cause all the tales of this virus was regular to the
heat.
But Funny stuf : We did an aft
ship refuel with the destroyer
and
every one walked away while the hose
was re
coiled from my galley window
i
notice the the destroyer getting closer ,,
the hose had hooked under the destroyer and
was towing the cannon
into the back of our ship.
It was a pleasure to serve
with every i
loved when the "Tender"
ships came into the dock
and i never seen a cocnut
crab.
1989-1990
Name = Everett Lafferty = edlcowboys2008@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = USN
Outfit = Communications Center
My_Quest = How are you all doing?
My_Warstory = Just would like to get in touch with the
many great people that I met while stationed there I
forgot so many of their names, I used to sing at the
E-club (Country) and played Basketball Well hope to
hear from you.
Oct. 1989 to Apr.1991
Larry Roth = Lroth@stny.rr.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = Tech Rep at NCS "C-Site"
My_Quest = Locate contemporaries of that time
VT_of_a_Swallow = Terminal Velocity means the end = 0
mph
My_Warstory = I was an avid Sea Ox fisherman with
about 80 charters during my 18 months.Many of you who were there for Desert
Shield/Storm may remember me as I fished a lot with
Col. Terry Burke, (4300 Wing Cmdr) and Cmdr Pete
Parsons, (CO NAVCOMSTA)and other civilian friends from
the GEODDS Site way out at the S. tip of the island
a.k.a "Donkey Land/T-Site. I was friends with just
about everyone who hung out at the O-Club and if you
played Shuffle board there, chances are I beat you
more than once. I took over 20 albums of photos from
all over the island and all of our fishing trips. I
kept a book of home addresses for quite a few of my
friends, both military and civilian while on the
island. well thats all for now. since I am now retired
in Endicott, NY - I will put a task of adding memories
to this page to my bucket list.
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.
July 1989 to July 1990
Name = Weatherly, Michael G = mighty1actual@netzero.net
Citizenship = USA
Service = USMC
Outfit = USMC Security Force Co.
My_Quest = To seek the Holy Coconut Crab of Antioch
VT_of_a_Swallow = It depends, does it have a secret
clearance?
My_Warstory = DG was the best time in my life.The very first day I walked
into the barracks, I remember this HUGE sergeant
asking my if I "want to go outside and talk about it".I also used to love sitting
on the deck of the Expat Club watching the sunset.I had the hots for this cute
little squid girl at the NAVCOMSTA.She was the cutest thing I ever saw.To this day I regret never
talking to her.The toga
party at the Brit Club is another fond memory,
especially when it was time for the Beer Gutter.I have yet to find anyone
who will try that here at home.I
also used to have a tiny bit of popularity come
closing time.I got NJP
and was confined to barracks as the SuperNut, but I
was always sent to the Brit Club at closing time in
the step van to pick up my drunk and disorderly
brethren.We were always
monitoring the squid police and we would hear the call
of disorderly conduct and BOOM, I was out the door.I always got there first,
and know for a fact I saved countless careers. After
about three trips, I would always arrive to a crowd of
Brits, sailors and Marines awaiting my arrival.I remember I traveled with a
little boom box in the van so I could drown out all
the shit talking going on in the van.I also remember getting pulled over for having
a senior chief hanging off the back door!I think my favorite time of
day was MidRats.I really
like the quiet of the chow hall just before we went to
post.Of course a full
belly always made it hard to resist crashing for a nap
in the hooch that we had, camouflaged in the trees by
the magazines.(I
personally think that the CO knew about it, too, and
that is why my platoon got sent to the post to clear
all the brush.)To this
day, I still tell tales about using the Mike boats to
go fishing with.A dozen
drunk Marines and a Navy dental tech, and that really
cute little blonde Brit Army girl, the same one who
borrowed my drinking music tape of classic bar songs
and never returned it.Ah,
those were the days.Unfortunately,
I also gained some negative popularity when I got NJP
for using acid to clean my rifle with, which ended up
eating all the bluing off my rifle.Everyone gave me crap for that for months.All in all, I would kill or
die to go back there.I
tried, believe me.I sent
applications for every job opening on that island.I never got a single
response either.I would
still go today, too.If
anyone knows of any job openings on the DG, let me
know!!!Hell, I even
applied to be a janitor.That
place
was like a drug.I
remember how crushed I was when I heard that they
closed the Marine Barracks and pulled them off island.A major mistake.I have only run into one
Marine I served with there, he lives in my hometown,
but I would really like to hear from some of the guys.So, Puto Vander, my roomie,
Foster, Hammond, Gary, Ortiz, and the rest of ya'll,
if you are reading this, look me up, you will find me
on facebook.Does anybody
remember the little fillipino fella who would sell
kabobs outside the seaman's club.Man those were good, that and the lumpia.I also miss the Hash Runs
every calendar holiday, through the mud and the muck,
sweeet!THUNDER PT
ya'll!!!!!
1989 Jay Chamberlain, jchamberlain@hanovereng.com Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = NMCB 62 My_Quest = To Find Kim Turner; VT_of_a_Swallow = 10m/s My_Warstory = After 20 years heading back there in December! The best was making mojo and getting the base drunk during the Bob Hope USO tour!
1988 to
1990 NAME =
Robert MacFann MY QUEST
= To see who is still kickin. VT of a
SWALLOW = Depends on how much they drink. E-MAIL =
robertmacfann@msn.com NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= U. S. Navy UNIT =
Naval Police RANK/RATE/JOB
= MA1-Then Now-SSG, Army National Guard, enroute
to Iraq for more fun in the F&#king Sun. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Irritated World
Citizen/Communist/Religious Extremist SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in the Club MY
WARSTORY = I spent more time investigating vehicle
collisions involving the Naval Police Personnel
then investigating any crime that occured, which
was nil. Always looked forward to the
weekend to get completely pissed at the Brit
Club. Also, enjoyed an occasional boat
patrol on the outlaying islands with our Royal
Navy counterparts.
1989 NAME =
Chris Carter MY QUEST
= To relive memories created there and tip my hat
to a place that felt like 20 years, and gave the
same in memories VT of a
SWALLOW = red... no green E-MAIL =
carter@esrta.com NATIONALITY
= us SERVICE
= navy UNIT =
Navy Broadcasting RANK/RATE/JOB
= JO3 MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First
REAL Club Med Opens SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I am a Born Liar, and Want To Tell
About All The Sex I Had on Dodge MY
WARSTORY = The food in Diego was very good as we
all remember (except those late night box lunches
that the cats wouldn't even eat) but the food was
very rich as well. And because of this, I
had incredible amounts of gas - as potent as I've
probably ever had. Well, working at the
broadcasting station, I had to entertain myself,
so whenever possible, I would fart into the intake
of any one of the many AC units and listen closely
to the people inside the building accuse one
another over the stench they were forced to take a
bite out of. This went on for about 9 months
before I was caught, but I'd laugh my ass off
every time and I'm laughing now. I could go
on for days with stories of the people and the
things we did to keep ourselves from thinking
about home. But I won't, not now
anyway. Thanks Diego.
1989-1990 Peter
Lingesso <Peter.Lingesso@comverse.com> Hey, I
have a ton of pictures from diego and a few
actually have no Alcohol involved.. Anyways, I can
scan them if you want them and I'll try to
remember a story or 80! LOL Thanks, Former
SKSR Peter Lingesso, NAVCOMSTA C-Site/R-site
1989-1990 and had a close call while with the
SeaBee's in 91, but went to guam instead.
1989 to
1990 NAME =
Vivencio G. Garcia MY QUEST
= Fire Inspector E-MAIL =
gnibciagar9@yahoo.com NATIONALITY
= Filipino UNIT =
NSF Diego Garcia Fire Department RANK/RATE/JOB
= I enjoy my job as Fire Inspector-2 during
1989-1990. I resigned due to family needs and back
to Makati Fire Dept.1990-1997 and transferred to
Muntinlupa Fire Stn 1997-2004. I work as Fire
Marshal in Esso-Chad Africa 2004-2005 and now I'm
presently working here in King Abdulaziz Medical
City (National Guard Health Affair) Jeddah as Fire
Inspector. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Professional Adventurer
Looking For The Ultimate Get Away SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out on The
Beach MY
WARSTORY = I enjoy my job in the island and also
going out to the beach with my friends like Erning
Mercado, Andy (Talakitok) Quides and Capt. Silva.
They are nice and very good friends of mine. We
are pond of fishing, work-out in the gym sometimes
we go out in the clubs near the beach watching
pretty ladies enjoying with their friends, going
to the movie, listen to the Sunday Mass with Fr.
Michael and the good things I experience are the
sharing of Firefighters during Christmas season,
Thanksgiving parties and Birhtday parties in
Fil-Mau Club and Down Town picnic area. I like my
Fire Chief named Stewart Knight and his Deputy
Chief Teddy Reeds and Chief Hobbs, thay are an
excellent leaders of Fire Department during that
time. I really love to go back in island its very
nature specially when you thru the beach you can
relax your mind, the wind whispering in the ears
like an angels singing for joy.
1989-1990 NAME =
Mel Ortiz MY QUEST
= Hello to my Brother Jarheads E-MAIL =
cplo@comcast.net NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= USMC UNIT =
MCSF Co. RANK/RATE/JOB
= Then Cpl. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = Just wanted to update and say hello to
my then XO Lt. Venola (Helmet Head), wondering if
he was able to keep "the Beast" serial #666 after
leaving DG.To Eddinger (Ruger freak) made me join
the NRA when I first got there, I think he got a
commission. To Sgt.Major "jumping" John Holmes,
1st Sgt "the Rifleman" Frye, My first CO Major
Meade, My last CO Major Scott. All my brothers,
Belardes, Stone, Thompson, Melendez, Foster,
Weatherly, Vonnenuman, Villim (guitar playing,
board breaking jarhead) and everyone who I had the
pleasure and honor serving with. Semper Fi.
January
1988 To 1999 NAME =
Jean Pierre Ramen "ROBIN" MY QUEST
= keeping in touch with people who mean a great
deal to me, DG Familly VT of a
SWALLOW = jeanpierre.ramen@parabolemaurice.com E-MAIL =
jpr1369@yahoo.com.au NATIONALITY
= Mauritian SERVICE
= civillian UNIT =
Annex 20 Ac/r department bos contractor RANK/RATE/JOB
= Senior Sales Executive MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = 1988, there i was landing on Dg 20 00
pm, still young 18 years old going on a journey
looking for adventure, first night pax terminal to
the barracks
09 sea breeze village, still cool first time
abroad meeting new people had couple of beers and
got to sleep for my first day tomorrow, 05.30 am
my nightmare
began, walk out to the shower room, man what a
shock, surrounded with coconuts trees with
white sands you could barely looked at i say to
myself 'where the hell i am ? second day
visit to ADMIN, Downtown, Shipstore, Community
bank, and back to Admin, telling my story seems
like it was like yesterday, one thing ive learn on
DG is to be patience and very understanding, and
my patience made me stay 10 long years there, I
dont believe it myself, if i have to be grateful
its because of people like MR Bob Streegan, where
i started to work at tyhe TCN Galley, Mr Faye
Parks he was like a dad to me and if im where i am
today its many thanks to Faye Parks, Mr
James Billman transportation Director, and volley
ball coach even his team always loses to our
mauritian team, just kidding, Mr Harry Johnson, Mr
Bruce Norris, Jim Pfiefer, William Marioka, BOB
Butt,and so many more to all those people i say
thanks to all of them, unfortunately we've all
gone our seperate ways but i hope that one day if
we could all be in an island wide picnic it will
be a dream come true, sometimes we do speak about
paradise, but dg is paradise for people who know
they will tell that hell yes paradise of footprint
of freedom white beaches, deep sea fishing like
nowhwre else, my biggest catch a yellow fin 95
lbs, almost 35 mins fight with a damn shark
tailling, party at the BRIT Club, SOUL Night at
the 61 Club, Country night at the turner club,
mojo at the beach house and not forgetting those
mongolian bbqs at the peace keeper Inn, and last
but not least those delicious Pizza at sea breeze
village, i would
like to say a few words for CHARLY of the seamens
club, we cant go to the seamens club without
saying hi to charly. To all
the people ive met on DG, NAVY, MARINES, AIR
FORCES, EXPAT, BRITS, PHILIPINOS, Hats off, those
were the time now im back home and would like very
much to keep in touch with people who was
there and who remember me, my name
is Robin Mauritian
volley ball team captain AC /
R Dept Annex 20 my email
is jpr1369@yahoo.com.au
88-90 Date:
Fri,
13 May 2005 18:43:10 EDT From:
Bfbeattie@aol.com I was
the lawyer on the rock from
88-90. The guy before me was
relieved and I got the great news that I was going
to Newfounland or DG. I chose the palm
trees over ice. I was convinced
that I would hate it, but as life sometimes is I
requested an additional 6 months. They
thought I was nuts. I enjoyed
90% of the time on DG and still have many fond
memories of friends and sunsets. B F
Beattie
Summer
'89 - VP-6 DET NAME =
LT MY QUEST
= To find the tall female (base admin?) ENS VT of a
SWALLOW = She smiled E-MAIL =
p3av8er@aol.com NATIONALITY
= USA SERVICE
= USN UNIT =
VP DET RANK/RATE/JOB
= LT - one of the aircrew ;) MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember! SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I am a Born Liar, and Want To Tell
About All The Sex I Had on Dodge MY
WARSTORY = Hey - anyone remember the tall admin
officer (USN) ???? Oh the
memories ....
Jan 89
- Jan 90 NAME =
Stephen Fowler MY QUEST
= Trying to move from the east coast to the west
coast of the US. VT of a
SWALLOW = 32FPS E-MAIL =
slfowler@myrealbox.com NATIONALITY
= US SERVICE
= US Navy UNIT =
NCS - ADP Security and Safety Officer RANK/RATE/JOB
= An ETC while stationed there. Six months
afer I left I put on CWO2. Now CWO4 (Ret). MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Snorkeling Story MY
WARSTORY = Great place to be stationed and would
have been even better if I could have taken the
family. Loved to go down and snorkle off the
beach behind the BOQ. The only potentially
dangerous creature I ran into was a morey
eel. Think I surprised him as much as he
surprised me. Hoped I would see a shark
larger then the little ones in turtle bay.
Probably all the better I didn't.
1989 NAME =
Kay Veitch (Scofield) E-MAIL =
kayveitch@cox.net MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Please Select The Category
That Best Discribes Your Interest in Diego Garcia SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = I was on the Boozers team and was an
ET2 at R-site. I don't have that many
stories as I don't remember alot of what happened
out there. To many black outs. I was
dating a Brit name Don Veitch and we are now
married and have a 10 year old boy and 9 year old
girl and live in Phoenix, AZ (recently retired
Navy). Hello to all the boozers!!! A
lot of good times and alcohol.
Jan
89-90 NAME =
Patricio Garcia ("GAR") MY QUEST
= To rid the world of BAG NASTIES VT of a
SWALLOW = E-MAIL =
patricio_gabriel@hotmail.com NATIONALITY
= U.S. SERVICE
= U.S. Navy UNIT =
AIMD Calibration Lab RANK/RATE/JOB
= AZ2 then LTJG now MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Professional Adventurer
Looking For The Ultimate Get Away SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = I have plenty of "War Stories", but
what I was really known for in DG was I never lost
a tug of war challenge. The stories of the
festivities we part took prior and after tug of
war and softball games are still "Classified" in
the annals of "need to know" catagory. DG is
the Navy's best kept secrete for duty and I would
still do it again. I hope that this gets out
to some of my old buddies and I hear from them
again. Take care. Patricio
("GAR")1989-1990 "Kenneth
Clare" <clare_k@comcast.net> I
stumbled upon your marvelous web site while seeing
if "my old stomping grounds" suffered any damage
from the Tsunami that has wreaked havoc in
Indonesia, Thailand, and India (12/26/04). I
couldn't find any information (I'll continue to
search).
I
was there in 1989-'90 as a Preventive Medicine
Technician, fresh from PMT school in Oakland,
California. In our Public Speaking portion
of the school, I decided to give an oral
presentation on my first duty station: Diego
Garcia. When our class received its orders;
when the OIC read my duty station out, the older
members in my class laughed and smirked, so my
initial thoughts were not that great. After
doing my research (pre-web), I was a little more
informed; that I was going to a desolate navy
outpost.
As
I sit here reflecting on the amazing time I had
there (your write up is so true), I wish I had
listened to my CO (whom I took care of for about a
week or so while he was ill) when I was selecting
my next tour. He asked me if I would extend
my tour for another year. People pay dearly
for the chance to go to places like Diego. I
got to go for free, and got paid for being there!
Your
website brought back so many memories. I
still have the photograph of the 365 pound marlin
we caught there. Hell, the tail is still
probably tacked on the tree with all the others;
ours was put at the top for being the largest yet!
Though
I have long since lost touch with the ship-mates,
marines, Brits, and the TCN's whom I proudly
served with for such a fleeting time, this web
site does great justice to those wonderful
memories. Yep, I'd definitely go back!
1989 NAME =
MR1 Steve Rieman MY QUEST
= Enjoying Retirement VT of a
SWALLOW = When It Hits The Window E-MAIL =
sdrieman@cox.net NATIONALITY
= USA SERVICE
= USN UNIT =
USS ACADIA RANK/RATE/JOB
= MR1 (sw) Ret. 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 was wading in on the OCEAN side (even
though they said NOT to) I held her gently around
her waist. She looked over my shoulder (toward the
sea) and said "Oh LOOK a shark". I turned and saw
not ten feet from us, a VERY large shark. I did
the Jesus walk all the way to the beach. I knew I
didn't have to be faster than the shark, I just
had to outrun the girl. Feet bloody from the
coral, I hobbled to the bar. DON'T SWIM ON THE
OCEAN SIDE!
1989
1995 2000 NAME =
Steve Hysell MY QUEST
= To find some old friends VT of a
SWALLOW = xxxx E-MAIL =
stephenhysell@yahoo.com NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= USN UNIT =
NCTS RANK/RATE/JOB
= Will retire in about a year and wanted to get in
touch with some great people SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I am a Born Liar, and Want To Tell
About All The Sex I Had on Dodge MY
WARSTORY = I wanted for a long time to hear from
some of the guys I used to hang out with.
Hopefully you guys see this and send me an
e-mail. I tried to get in touch with Keith
Kovac but had no luck. I'm in Virgina right
now so send me an e-mail and I will get in touch. Steve
89-90 NAME =
Richard Venola E-MAIL =
popelando@hotmail.com NATIONALITY
= US SERVICE
= USMC UNIT =
XO, MCSFCo. RANK/RATE/JOB
= VSI'ed in '93. Have worked and lived in
CA/NV/AZ. Had a tragic marriage (never try to
rescue trailer trash) and am recovering from a
severe back injury. MY
WARSTORY = Actually, I wrote a book about the
place but haven't been able to get it published.
It's a about a hypothetical terrorist attack on
the island and the MPF fleet. If I can come up
with the scratch I'll have it Vanity Published and
hawk the damned thing on the net. Yes, the
characters are loosely based on some traits of the
people I knew when I was in the Corps (Hats off to
the boys in Fallujah!). But as time adds
perspective and a rich patina to my memories, it
is more the missed opportunities and the fabulous
levels of social interaction which come to the
fore. It saddens me that most of what was wrong
with the island had to do with the fatwas of
"Airman Derson" and his fascist principles and
French Penal Colony leadership style. A lot of
good people left the Navy because of that moral
slagheap. DG was the only place in 13 years where
I saw seditious grafitti at a military base and
all of it was directed at him and I didn't have to
write a word of it. On that note, kudos to the
Royal Marines who routinely put dead crabs and
fish in the undercarriage of his official K-car.
But then the dark was replaced by light. Capt.
Wilson was one of the finest true gentlemen I have
had the honor to serve- in and out of the
military. Also, Maj. Richard Scott was a prince
among men and a fine leader who understood how to
get the best out of all of us. Bless him for his
patience and his true wisdom (Sorry, Sir, for all
the silver bullets you had to use to protect me).
Thanks to Mrs. Goodcrime and Kathy from Comm. who
made the pasta and the laughter and thanks also to
both of the brilliant Patrol Det. commanders who
led the merry pranksters and the zero-dark-30
cat-shots from Melanoma Beach into the lagoon.
Mostly, thanks to the Marines who reliably stood
their posts, shift after mind-numbing shift, with
quiet professionalism and who didn't gripe or
whine about the bizarre directives which routinely
came out of NSF HQ during the first half of my
tour. Because of their calm competence I was able
to spend a lot more time joy riding in the Brit
air cushion vehicle, crushing crabs on runs to the
plantation and dribbling Tabasco sauce (and
occasionaly, stomach contents) on the crabs below
the Ex-pat Club (as well as designing fun
training). Marines- thanks for making the live
fire at the Ex-Pat a success and for the
enthusiasm which finally allowed us to beat the
Brits at tug-o-war. Too, hats off to the Brit
Marines for handing us our ass in almost every
competition- it kept our heads from getting too
swelled up. Thanks to Cpl "Sick Pat" Eddinger for
beating the Brits to the Club- in the bread truck!
A find memory is of the time when our ebony
mountain of a short-timer staff sergeant wandered
over, drunk, in his pajamas, to the the
weight-lifting competition and entered at the last
minute to keep the bench-press trophy from going
to the RMs. And thanks to Sgt. Vonneumann for
breaking that lippy squid's face- it needed
breaking. Finally, thanks to both the Brit Reps
for standing up to the encroaching tendency of the
US Navy to restrict its personnel in suffocating
ways. The Brit Reps during my tour had widely
varying styles but in the end they were "the right
sort" and both contributed to the overall
enjoyment of the island. If you knew me, let me
know what you are up to. The people made it fun.
1989-1990
NAME
= Mel Ortiz
MY
QUEST = To return to D.G. and do it all again
VT
of a SWALLOW = zero when it hits the windshield
E-MAIL
= mni536@msn.com
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= USMC
UNIT
= MCSF Co.
RANK/RATE/JOB
= CPL then, civ now
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Please Select a Title For Your
Story, or Select 'Other'
MY
WARSTORY = Drunken escapades with my brother
Marines at the Brit Club or any place where there
is a free beer. hash runs, standing in line
at the mess hall for pancit, take out from Diego
Burger, chasing (begging) after navy women at any
location and raising and lowering the colors every
morning and night.
May
1989 thru Sep 1999, 2001, thru 2003 NAME =
George M. Laughlin (YA-HOO) MY QUEST
= Citizenship from some place VT of a
SWALLOW = Below sea level or above?? E-MAIL =
bubblincrude@hotmail.com NATIONALITY
= USA SERVICE
= USN RET UNIT =
IPAC and BJS until 1999, NFCU fm 2001 to 2003 MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = One of my fondest years on Dg was
back when Capt. Check (CO) and CDR Bob
Collard(SUPO), would call me and my buddy,
Flightline Freddie to the O Club so we could drink
for free all night coz the O's could not play
Hosre Collar. That was fun, even when the Marine
XO would climb into the rafters and pour beer on
us. Another grand time was getting with Jack and
the gang and building the Golf Course, then playng
it. There was the two years that BJS golfers would
play the Brit Party every Tuesday. It started out
being a fun once a month deal, for beer and build
your own at the Expac afterward, but with the
wipping that we (BJS) gave the Brits the first
time. The Brit Rep. CDR Gram Niven changed the
program to weekly. We even had a trophy at the
Club House with the weekly score posted. I'd have
to say the we (BJS) won 98% of the time. Grand
times at the course. If anyone wants to complain
at not having a good time on the island for
several years I was the one who brought the EAP
Charter to the island and you missed out. Even
though the EAP turned into the Dave Burges Fan
Club. More stories to come. YA-HOO
1988
May to Jan 17 2000 NAME =
Harry Johnson MY QUEST
= To say Hi to all my old friends still there VT of a
SWALLOW = Who cares E-MAIL =
fuelman808@yahoo.com NATIONALITY
= American UNIT =
Fuels Manager for Febroe, IPAC, BJS, DG21LLC RANK/RATE/JOB
= I'm Ret. Navy E-8 Aviation Boatswan Mate. Worked
with a lot of good people on DG both Military and
Civilian. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = All the years I was there I was happy
and content. I met and fell in love with a very
lovely lady I hired in 1989 and married her in
2000 Feb. 14. We both worked for the Contractors
and she left in 2001 May. I had a heart attack
there in DG. But the great folks at the NSF Clinic
put me on a plane to Singapore and while in route
after take off I Died but the Flight Nurse and
Flight Sergeon brought me back so after three
months of extensive care at Singapore I was
allowed to travel to my home in PI and from there
to the US to continue my care at NNMC Bethesda
Hosp. My wife and I are living in the States now
and hope All is well in DG. Other than Bob Butts I
was the second Old timer still on the Island from
the Febroe Days. That's my story gang and believe
me if I could return to DG doing the same job as I
was doing I would No question about it. Good Luck
to all of you over there. We still have relatives
working on the Island so we are still in contact.
I did
two tours, from 1989-1990 and again from 1999-2000
NAME
= Burl Paugh
MY
QUEST = A real San Miguel, the kind from the
Philippines
VT
of a SWALLOW = Who cares?
E-MAIL
= paugh38@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= United States American
SERVICE
= Navy
UNIT
= Public Works, AIMD
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Currently E6
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Interested World Citizen
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out on The
Beach
MY
WARSTORY = I went back for a second tour in an
attempt to remember what I did the first time I
was there, and now here I am trying to remember it
all two times as much. But I have this
overwhelming feeling that I really enjoyed my
times there. Recently I have been checking
out the civilian job opportunities there.
Please send your insights into that if you have
any. To all who have volunteered their time
on DG, thanks for joining the team.
1987
thru 1990
NAME
= Mel
MY
QUEST = To Remember 2 aquaintences that died
there.
VT
of a SWALLOW = I ain't know!
E-MAIL
= melv@charleston.net
NATIONALITY
= american; SERVICE = contractor; UNIT = Big
Red
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Drink A Lot, Cheap
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Fishing Story
MY
WARSTORY = I want to remember 2 friends that
passed away while working at DG in 1988. First, Mr
Lester Jones, who worked for the Base Operating
Support facility contractor; FEBROE. He took
R&R and flew to Clark to be with his
girlfriend. He drank to much Redhorse and ate too
much Pancit, passed out and choked on his own
puke. He was a good friend of mine, my snorkeling
buddy. We shared some dangerous ocean side and
night time snorkeling adventures. The last thing I
said to him was, "Have fun, but Control yourself!"
(I said that a lot back then as if I had any self
control myself.) He never returned to DG. They
packed him out, I never did.
Then
there was Mr. Ramon Chew, a Filipino leadman at
the harbor control center. He suffered a stroke
and died. It took all the ice from all the ice
machines on the Island to keep him cold until they
could arrange a flight back to the PI. From what I
heard FEBROE gave his wife an extra month pay for
her suffering. He was a T.C.N.(Third Country
Nationalist) He earned about 500 dollars per
month, Big Deal!
I
turned 30 at DG, and will never forget the good
times or the bad.
Jan
1989 - Jan 1990 NAME =
TJ Weiss MY QUEST
= To return to those golden days of yesteryear VT of a
SWALLOW = Huh? E-MAIL =
mileweiss@earthlink.net NATIONALITY
= American; SERVICE = USAF; UNIT = Det 4, US Space
Command (GEODSS); RANK/RATE/JOB = MSgt at
the time, now retired SMSgt MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = You know the difference between a war
story and a fairy tale? A fairy tale begins
"Once upon a time", a war story begins "This ain't
no shit!"
Anyway,
there I was, the lone female USAF Master Sergeant,
and it didn't take long for the Chiefs to come out
of the woodwork! And, who can forget the Merchant
marines? Anybody remember Diego Dave, first
mate on the American Comorant, or as he
affectionaly refered to it, "the big, red
bitch?" I particularly recall that unique
meteorological phenomenon: every Friday
night a 'drunk front' would come in from the
lagoon and settle over the Chief's Club! I
came away from Diego with new language skills (I
now speak Navy) and a healthy respect for how the
'other half' lives. I spent the remainder of
my Air Force career 'enlightening' my fellow
airmen as to just how good they have it, and made
it very clear that I didn't want to hear anyone
complain about their working conditions,
hours or base facilities! I saw the conditions
Navy folk had to contend with!
I
truly miss the chief's community that was there at
the time. Especially the parties! The
"WAR Table", the "Coop" and the toga party (I have
pictures!)
Would
love to hear from fellow 'shipmates' who were
there during 1989. Regards,
fair winds and following seas! TJ
1989 to
1990, also 85-86 NAME =
Tom Shepke E-MAIL =
tomshepke@juno.com NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= U.S. Air Force UNIT =
Supt. OL-A, 374th TAW; Supt Det-1, 374th TAW RANK/RATE/JOB
= TSgt first tour, MSgt second tour. Ret now MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = On Sunday, Our aircraft maintenance rep
(QAE) MSgt Gene Lawless any myself would always go
to the galley for their speciality; fried
chicken. I would go thru the line first and
order a leg and a thigh. Gene would do his
best to communicate with the Filipinos by
imitating a chicken. He would alway say,
"Give me some bak-bak". So he would get his
chicken wings and we would sit down to eat.
After about a month. Gene was getting pissed
because he would always get chicken wings. I
told him that, when he told the filipino guy he
wanted bak-bak, he was asking for chicken wings
because bak-bak is what filipinos call chicken
wings.
TSgt
Ken
Hadden was Our Aircraft Maintenance QAE on my
first tour. He was the one that would always
ask for Bak-Bak and only got wings on Sunday at
the galley. This occured shortly after he got
picked up for DWI riding a bike past the Navy
Security building, on his way back to the barracks
from the Brit Club. MSgt Eugene Lawless was
our Aircraft Maintenance QAE on my second tour.
Feb 89
to Feb 90 NAME =
Peter "Boogie" Lingesso MY QUEST
= I'd do it again! VT of a
SWALLOW = a case of San Migels or Tiger beers at
the Brit club doing Gutter BEERS!!! YEAH! E-MAIL =
srfngtrz@hotmail.com; NATIONALITY
= Surfer; SERVICE = US Navy; UNIT = NCS C-site RANK/RATE/JOB
= I was an SKSR! Young and full of lost
memories because of nights at the tiki club/69
club/brit club/expat/SAN MIGUEL! God Bless
Diego, The Buccaner (AC PI) and the Heavy Metal
club! MY
WARSTORY = Well it started when I was in SK "A"
school, booked my flight from Norfolk VA to Diego
Garcia BIOT! I live near Philadelphia so I
boarded my flight waving bye to my family and
friends to fly to Norfolk on a friday. Where
a Taxi drove off with my orders/medical/dental
records!!!!!!!! Then I flew from Norfolk to
Philly!!!!!!!!!!! had a 4 hour layover and
then flew for the next day or so to DGAr.
When we arrived at 3am, I got off the plane and
was like what the heck is this, 400 degrees and
sticky! The worst part being NOBODY knew I
was, and that I was going to arrive and I didn't
have any orders because they were in a cab in
norfolk. Well, I was stationed at NFS for
about 2 weeks and then I was traded, yes traded to
the communication station (THANK GOD)! Once
at NCS it was awesome! I was still living in
the temp barracks where I met a guys Mark (BUGS)
Lafty! who was from Philly and we got to be great
friends and I got to play softball with the "Mutha
Scratha's", and we all got to be great friends
Bugs, Spoon, Woody, Sex(Doug Sesterhan) then Jimbo
Perine, Larry Barr, Mac, Fetus, Dave "Greis"
Greison hell if had any kind of memory I'd name
all the boys, we all had a blast! We
absolutely partied and just had a good time the
entire time I was there! There's so many
people I knew and so many good times! The
boys taking leave in the PI! I came back the
oldest 19 year old in the Navy! I still
think about all times we had! And when we
won the Island Softball Championship, Grim
Reapers! It was awesome! Worked hard and
played even harder! The bus trips to and
from the Brit club doing the "Roller Coaster and
Thank You Mr. Busdriver!" The GUTTER
BEERS! and the breath mints! and the
times I will never forget! Thank you boys
and girls! We had F-U-N!
89-91 ,
ALSO 85-86 plus 1 month in '87, and luckily a
third time 99-01 NAME =
Elisabeth "Red" Gambrell; E-MAIL =
seagambrell@yahoo.com MY QUEST
= To retire and spend the remainder of my days at
the DGYC with a cold beer. SEE HER ENTRY IN '85!
1988 -
1990 [see his 1988 entry] NAME =
Jim Bishop; E-MAIL = bishopjim@mindspring.com
1989
(1st time) NAME =
Taylor Clear MY QUEST
= Avoid shovelling snow VT of a
SWALLOW = 32 feet per second, squared E-MAIL =
Bilgeman@aol.com NATIONALITY
= American UNIT =
Oiler Maintenance Utility, ss Overseas Valdez SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = I may hold the record for the
shortest tour of duty on DG...ONE DAY, and I have
the discharge to prove it.
I
threw in on an OMU job aboard the Overseas Valdez
from the Seafarers Hall in Seattle back in '89. I
had thought to crack the coastwise Alaska tanker
trade...(ha-ha! fat chance!). So, the DG job
seemed the best option after I ran out of things
to hock at the pawnshop.
After
the obligatory MSC physical, I was mailed to
Seoul, via a 6-hour runway layover in Anchorage,
in a 747 jam-packed with apparently every "Kim"
from Korea.
At
Seoul, our connection to Manila was delayed
leaving the gate, and we would arrive after curfew
in the Phillipines, therefore, we were herded off
this plane and into a hotel overnight,(traveler's
hint: at all costs avoid eating Korean breakfast
sausage).
The
next day dawned sunny and clear...perfect flying
weather. We had a wonderful flight into
Manila,(all 1,000 of us), and I was met at the
airport there by a rather irate shipping agent who
would convey me by, he claimed, "land
transportation" to Clark AF base. As an aside, the
airport police in Manila employed one of the most
innovative "crowd-control" schemes I've ever come
across...anywhere.
At
the terminal's exit was a horde of
Filipinos...arriving passengers, relatives, taxi
drivers, shoeshine boys, hucksters, etcetera. One
security officer handed one end of a length of
rope to his mate, and holding the other end walked
to the other end of the gate area. When the rope
was stretched taut,they both proceeded to walk
slowly towards the street, holding the rope at
about waist level.
If
you were supposed to be in the area, or just
didn't feel like being "clotheslined" at the
midriff, you lifted the rope over your head and
allowed the "people sweep" to continue.
Despite this precision approach to area security,
it was remarkable how much human flotsam and
jetsam were deposited at the gutter. They even
remained there for about 30 seconds after the two
officers wound up their rope and went back to
doing whatever they had been engaged in prior to
this operation.
But...on
to Clark. Six hours in the backseat of a Filipino
automobile is more time than any human should
bear. At Clark, I was directed to get a hotel room
out in Angeles City. Despite having mislaid my
Mobil Travel Guide, I found a fine establishment.
The bellhop was most helpful, offering to arrange
personal entertainment of any and all
genders...bipedal, quadrupedal or no-pedal at all.
Seeking only a shower and a horizontal sleeping
position, I declined.
Sometime
before dawn, I found myself aboard an Air Force
C-141, my luggage and a box lunch to hand,
strapped into yet another airplane seat and
staring at the cargo...I do so enjoy the Air
Mobility Command's version of "in-flight
entertainment".
Two
or three nightmares, and one backache later, we
landed on Diego.
Oh
joy! oh happiness! the end of my halfway around
the planet odyssey. The bus ride to the
Seaman's Club is mercifully short, and I proceed
to the Dispensary to complete my check-in
procedure.
At
the Dispensary, the Chief Pharmacist's Mate asks
to see my medical paperwork. I comply by handing
him my Seafarers Clinic Card across the top of
which is typed: "MSC Physical-Virgina
Mason Clinic, Seattle"
The
PM hands this card right back to me, repeating
that he needs to see my paperwork. I hold the card
up to him at eye-level,like some kind of talisman,
and state that this is what I've been given.
He
then claims that I should have been provided with
one letter-sized document, and one legal-sized
document, one of which certified that I was fit to
serve on Diego, the other apparently certifying
that the first document was indeed written by a
medical professional. He further asserted
that without both of those documents in my
possession, I would have to leave the island on
the next flight.
At
this point,still holding my clinic card up like a
religious icon,I began to suspect that either the
Chief has been out in the tropical sun for too
long, or was medicating himself from his
pharmaceutical stores. I beat a hasty retreat from
the Dispensary and end up at the Seaman's Club
bar.
After
deep consultation with the "Wise Men" at that fine
establishment, I made my way to the launch and out
to the ship. I informed the Captain of the
clerical snafu and its' attendant administrative
repercussions ashore. He assured me that the
machinery would be set in motion to fax the
required documents to the authorities. He bid me
welcome aboard,logged me into the crew,directed me
to my stateroom,informed me of my watch
assignment, and bid me good day.
I
stood exactly one 8 hour watch...the midnight to
0800. Grabbed breakfast, a shower, unpacked the
rest of my gear and had just tucked in for the
first decent snooze in 3 days when the Captain and
the Chief Engineer were knocking at my door. Yes,
Virginia, I really DID have to leave the island on
the next plane.
Ergo,
I was hussled aboard the vintage DC-8 that was
apparently the ONLY flying asset of "Air Hawaii"
or "Aloha Air" or whatever the lowest contract
bidder styled itself, and we "hopscotched" our way
through the Persian Gulf, Southern and Central
Europe, and on to Philadelphia...where I was
unceremoniously ejected from the aircraft.
After
seven day's travel across the face of the globe, I
was feeling like a "Method Actor" studying for a
bit part in "Night of The Living Dead". I checked
into an Econo-Lodge in lovely Chester PA, (the
food was better than Korea, but the staff was not
nearly so helpful as Angeles City), and called the
company headquarters in NYC. The conversation went
thus:
"This
is Taylor Clear, I was supposed to join the
Overseas Valdez as an OMU...what the fuck
happened?".
"Hey!...you
were supposed to join the Overseas Valdez as an
OMU...what the fuck happened?".
I
hung up the phone, took a long hot shower, and
went to bed for 24 straight hours.
I
wouldn't return to Diego until 1996.
Dec
10th, 1989 through July 1990 Desert Shield/Desert
Storm NAME =
Grant M. Smith MY QUEST
= Long, happy life VT of a
SWALLOW = 86 Miles Per Hour E-MAIL =
grant.smith@globalcrossing.com NATIONALITY
= United States of America; SERVICE = USAF; UNIT =
Umm...lemmme seeeee....4th Combat Comm from the
Philippines (tho not officially); RANK/RATE/JOB =
I had some stripey things, lets see like Senior
Airman or something. Yeah, that's right
Senior Airman. 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 = I was stationed in the Philippines, at
the fourth Combat communications squadron.
Had a good time there. Didn't do a whole
lot, besides train, and play "Jeopardy" on our one
computer...a Zenith Z100 laptop.
About
then, Saddam H. invaded Kuwait, and Bush gave his
"this naked aggression" speech. I like to
think I volunteered when they needed to send our
unit to a classified location...at least that's
how I remember it. A 107 van (bread truck
filled with communications equip), a satellite
system, and some generators.
I
remember getting the orders. "Deployement in
support of Joint Chiefs of Staff operation Desert
Shield". the rest of the paper was blacked
out, and unreadable. I remember the C141
ride to the island. One guy was looking out
the small window in the door as we landed.
He was telling us what he saw as the plane
descended. he kept saying "water", "water",
"water" "...getting real close to the water", "I
see palm trees!, then the plane touched
down....never forget that.
We
set up in a grassy area between a pond, the flight
line, and the runway. Noisy as hell, and we
worked 12 on, 12 off for 31 days straight, until
we got everything set up. It's funny, the
satellite guys had a dish set up so we could get
an audio feed of CNN, (no video, just
audio). We would listen to the reports, and
CNN would be saying "..and the United States is
thought to have eighteen B-52's in the
theatre"....then you'd look over to the south, and
there'd be 27 B-52's.
I'll
never forget laying in my cot at night wondering
if this was really war. I'll never forget
11PM the night the air war started...the deafening
roar of the Buffs beginning to taxi out to the
runway...they came toward our site, and then made
a turn and headed for the end of the runway.
I'll never forget standing outside our site in a
line with all of the other comm guys, delivering a
sharp salute to each aircraft as it taxied
past. I'll never forget the level of respect
I had for each aircrew I saluted as they passed by
us on their way to an uncertain fate. I'll
never forget how everyone waited until they all
returned at 11 am the next day. I never felt
very military the whole time I was in the AF, but,
at that moment, I felt very proud, and very
patriotic, and I had the deepest respect for those
pilots.
I
remember living in tent city, and I remember
conning the civil engineering guys out of some
wood, so we could build a deck on the front of our
tent. I remember using an entire spool of
parachute cord and 2x4's to make our own lawn
furniture. I remember all of the great folks
I was there with.
I
still
have scars on my knuckles from opening beer cans
by "punching" the top in...it was my trade-mark
when we went drinking at the Ex-Pat, or the Brit
Club. I remember the "queens crabs"
everywhere, and the little pinkish blotches they
made on DG-1 when they got (accidentally, of
course) run over.
I'll
never forget my little island paradise. If I
had to go to war all over again, I'd do it the
very same way. Grant Smith [EDITOR'S
QUESTION:
Did
you ever see any of the toads down near your
hootch?] Yes, we had a toad invasion early
one morning. We had a tent set up so it
filled the space between our van, and
another. The toads must have been migrating
or mating or something, because there were
hundreds of them all of the sudden. Some of
them had extra legs, and no toes, etc. Must
have been all of that flightline runoff!
John
Tartaglia <JGTARTAGLIA@aol.com> My name
is John Tartaglia Ex RN CPO and was stationed in
DG from August 89 to Sept 90. This was the
best year of my life to date and have many
memories of DG that I will never forget. It
was an honor to serve with the US Navy and to be a
part of Desert Storm. It is good to know
that this site is up and running as I found it
humorous and informative. It was also
interesting to note that things have not changed a
great deal since I was there. Keep up the
good work and good luck to you all.
John Tartaglia Ex I/C Airport and
Immigration Officer 1989-1990 [editor's
note:
Debs
says you were there 90-91, and to get your dates
straight, mate.]
NAME =
Sack Johannesmeyer E-MAIL =
s1946@aol.com MY
WARSTORY = Great idea! Thanks for the
opportunity. As one of the US Navy "Sea
Bees" DG was the house we built and maintained and
we're very proud of that. Of course the key
to its beauty and success as always is and was
"location, location, location". Many fond
memories of paradise - the plantation, fishing for
yellow fin, yahoo and grouper, eating yellow fin,
wahoo and grouper, snorkeling, shell collections,
breaks to Singapore, softball, volleyball,
basketball, running. As I enjoyed paradise
my wife with the three kids survived the brunt of
HUGO. I'm still paying for that!!
Today my goal is to be in my DG physical condition
- although a goal I know not achievable unless I'm
in DG. Hope you have that chance!
1989 GEORGE
WILSON <George.Wilson@maxwell.af.mil> or
<GEWLLW@aol.com
Ted,
I was mighty pleased to see the Diego Garcia
site-As most of the accounts I've read indicate
the tour there was super! I was there
1989-1990. I was fortunate enough to be
there as a member of the Navy. What a great place-
The big Desert Storm build up had been underway a
little more than a month when I had to
leave. I am anxious to look at some of the
recent pictures you have to see what has happened
in the past 11 years. If you ever hear of any
employment opportunities back there please pass
along my name! Thanks for the work!
summer
1989 NAME =
Bob Sindeldecker MY QUEST
= to go back and visit DG and become a citizen
*IF* it gets independence VT of a
SWALLOW = zero (DUH) E-MAIL =
sindeldeckerr@hotmail.com NATIONALITY
= (currently) American, (provisionally) Diego
Garcian SERVICE
= US Navy UNIT =
NONE: I was a machinist's mate on the USS Jason
(AR-8) RANK/RATE/JOB
= THEN: E3, NOW: civilian MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Geo-political Rabble Rousing SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = Engineers lead a hard life. It's
nothing but duty and sleep out at sea. For this
reason we got nothing but liberty (except for duty
days) on DG. My ship was co-ed back when most
ships weren't so we had plenty of horny females
along with us. Unfortunately they were sick of
seeing our scraggly asses for the past 3 months
and would only fuck the Brits and the occasional
non-scraggly merchant sailor (there are a few).
My
memories are divided into drinking and
non-drinking. DRINKING:
I went to the one disco I could find and drank a
lot. Being drunk makes me incredibly attractive to
women, but none of the women noticed this. Another
time I went to the Expat Club (on the IO side near
San Miguel Village) and discovered I could drink
while eating pizza. My fellow snipes and I
invented a new sport wherein we flung pizza plates
onto the beach and poured beer into them and
watched the crabs get drunk. The more the merrier!
We also flung San Miguel bottles onto the beach
and watched the drunk crabs play King Of The Hill.
We weren't allowed onto the beach ourselves
because it was a crab preserve (I love crab
preserves ...) so we couldn't clean up our mess. SAN
MIGUEL TECHNICAL NOTE: the real San Miguel in the
PI contains formaldehyde, which gives it that
extra tang. Exported San Miguel doesn't, so I
haven't bothered to drink it since I returned to
the US. In 1989 DG was getting the real PI San
Miguel. We even managed to smuggle a few bottles
on board (shhh!). NON-DRINKING:
I rented a bike and rode as far as I could before
two snotty MPs turned me back (Ooooooooh, you got
*SECRET* stuff back in there somewhere, huh?
Shucks fellas, I won't tell!). Played volleyball
with some very hot British nurses, who were also
fucking only Brits. Ate a lot of Diego Burgers.
Watched a movie in the outdoor movie theater.
Bought essentials I couldn't get on the ship
(Cap'n Crunch!). Spent some nice, quiet, easy days
on the beach where I found plenty of old coins
that weren't worth anything and met a lot of
crabs. Drank at the Brit Club and got pissing mad
when I found out how much merchant sailors got
paid. Didn't bother making any overpriced phone
calls. Wished I could see the rest of the island. OH YEAH:
I also managed to skate off all of my duty days
after a few hours of doing stuff that was
calculated to take me all day. It's nice to have a
Chief Engineer who feels sorry for you.
In
short I had a great time. DG was the only port I
saw where there were no smelly locals trying to
sell me worthless crap. Also no sex, but that's a
small price to pay for peace and quiet. I still
have my BIOT polo shirt and Hard Rock Cafe Diego
Garcia t-shirt, though now they no longer quite
fit the way they used to. Can't wait to go back! HERE's
the text of an email asking about the Jason:
>On
the
Jason, huh? When she came in when I was
there (87/88) the first thing we did was launch a
medivac to Clark in the PI with about 30
pregnancies to be terminated.
WOW!
I thought we were a randy bunch with about 8 or 9!
Well, they didn't call it the Love Boat for
nothing.
>Was
J.J.
Hogan still the Captain?
No
such luck. The Jason is basically a retirement gig
for senior captains who are unlikely to make
Admiral. As such it has a high turnover rate for
COs, about once a year or so. My captain was Capt.
Jantz, a real squid who enlisted E1 and came up
through the ranks. He was a submariner most of his
career. He "retired" a bit early though; we were
coming back from Oman and stopped in Yokosuka
Japan, where NIS found him in a hotel fucking an
enlisted chick (she was only 18!).
So,
they let him retire early instead of firing him.
The guy we got for the rest of the cruise was a
real prick, a commander bucking for captain, and
he actually made us wear our full uniforms out at
sea (usually it's completely casual where
civilians can't see you). We snipes put up a fuss
and got an exception, because full dungaree
uniforms in 120 deg. engine rooms don't bode well
for the safety of the ship - or snipes!
>When
I
was there, Hogan used to drive a staff car full of
female ensigns & j.g.s to the o'club and if
any of us island rats looked at them, he'd get
real angry. Basically they were there for
him to dance with. We called the show "J.J.
and the dancing Jasonettes". One night a
helo pilot let all the air out of the staff car's
tires after Hogan yelled at him, and Hogan drove
all the way back to Alpha Wharf on the rims.
Hehehe!
That sounds about like him. Man, I heard a lot of
stories about Hogan. We had this one second class,
Calvin Washington, who was nothing but a suck up.
He knew next to nothing about engineering: once he
said, "I'm gonna show y'all how to install this
pipe!" and then he instralled it *WITHOUT
GASKETS*. It was a main steam pipe too, so when
they tested it the egineering spaces became an
instant steam bath.
Anyway,
Washington was about to be denied re-enlistment
because he didn't make 2nd class (this was when he
was 3rd class). So what does he do? he finds out
Hogan likes deep sea fishing. Then he comes onto
him all about how he loves deep sea fishing, and
they go out fishing together. The next week he's
promoted directly by the captain, ignoring his
lousy record and total lack of recommendation by
his cadre. Smart boy; if he'd tried that with
Jantz he might have been court martialed.
Thanks
for the job recommendations and for reminding me
about the tax thing. My home of record in
the Navy was Tallahassee, Florida and I lived in
California without paying income tax - suh-weeeet!
I'd sure love to do that again! Maybe I can find a
brancch of a Briish bank there and keep my money
*really* out from Uncle sam's nose.
Oh,
do
you know if there's internet access on DG? It
would seem there is if the Brit Club has a site,
but you don't know really where that computer is.
As long as I can get e-mail I'll be fine. Thanks
again, Bob P.S. you can add this stuff
to my war story if you want to.
1989-1991 NAME =
Brian Schuler MY QUEST
= To find "Barber Chair III" and stat the party
all over...... VT of a
SWALLOW = 32 feet per second per second from the
inverted San Miguel thru the funnel to my mouth E-MAIL =
webmaster@thetaconn.net NATIONALITY
= Human; SERVICE = US Navy; UNIT = AIMD Avionics
WC 610, 640, 64D, and occasionlly 670 and 690 RANK/RATE/JOB
= Left as AT2(AW) Brian D Schuler to USS
Backyard..... 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 Fishing Story MY
WARSTORY = ...got pictures and video to back up
this story. Butch, Bobby, Dexter, Hobie and
myself took an early moring Sea Ox for Bobby's
last fishing excursion. We had Ramon driving
and ventured to the west side of the island for
some real good trolling. "Fish On!!!",
Bobby's line went tight and the struggle was on
for a fourteen foot reef shark. He finally
surfaced after about forty minutes, then straight
to the bottom. Almost an hour later, after
we took turns pulling and reeling, he surfaced as
tired as the whole crew. We proceeded to tie
his tail to side of the boat, but Ramon was to
have no part of that monkey business. Nor was he
going to let us tow him in. After more than
two hours of fighting, sweating, and heaving
(Hobie) for this fish, we were not going to give
up that easy. Bobby said he at least wanted
the jaws. So with the shark tied to the side
of the Sea Ox, Bobby, Butch, and Dex began to work
on his head with two machetes and a sledge
hammer. After much distress and bitterness
from the shark (he was not a happy camper), we
discovered our weapons of distruction were
rendered useless by the sandpaper skin and only
the cartilage in the neck was
keeping us from our prize. Twisting and
rolling with his head just a flopping, the shark
was not giving up yet. He broke free of his
head line and almost rolled into the boat, his
head held only by the two inch cord of nerves and
cartilage. Blood was pumping out like an
open fuel nozzle. In fear of some sort of
shark frenzy, we desparately gaffed him and pulled
him to the boat and submission. Frantically
Butch, Bobby, and myself worked with our useless
machetes and a dull filet knife to remove the jaws
of this beast. At the moment of retrival,
Dex cut the tail line only to see this fish flee
from its final demise. Thru the swells we
could see the feeding frenzt that began with this
foundering fish. Bobby left, without his
jaws. Butch swore for a cure on them and a
Pack-n-Wrap for Bobby, but I'm not sure.
Hobie got married and Dex is still on Rock Hard
Cafe, Diego Garcia. As for me, still waiting
for my next "Fish On"...... B-Loose...B-Cool Wizard....Liked
your story Burl...Cowgirls
in
the Sand JT
Madison...contact me J. S.
Clay...contact me Butch...contact
me Cal Lab
Dave...contact me Jackie...hope
all is well at the Duck Pond Scott V
from 650...contact me
89-90
& 86-87 NAME =
AO1 Jim Anderson MY QUEST
= lookin for Tomas George, AO2 VT of a
SWALLOW = 186mph E-MAIL =
popeye@willinet.net NATIONALITY
= u.s SERVICE
= USN UNIT =
VRC-50, Weapons RANK/RATE/JOB
= AO1 then out of navy at present MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Drink A Lot, Cheap SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in My Room MY
WARSTORY = making love to a bag of rice?
When AO2 Tom George(AIMD)and caroll an AC2 stoped
by we was taking about the Buff weapons guys
dropping C.B.U.s on the ramp. Thats when I
looked at caroll and knew we were going to
bomb the shit out of the rag heads that
nite. And it was a sure thing at or
around 4 am CNN live!! One thing I do know
Dodge was my home, if you go out behind weapons
dept to the beach and see or use the hut I was the
guy who built the path and hut ya you my have
re-done it but I was the frist one drunk in it ANY
one knowing were Tom George is write me Jim
Anderson 1217 cedar st Boone Iowa 50036
89-90
and all of 96! NAME =
Jim MY QUEST
= "I wanna go back, to the island!" VT of a
SWALLOW = Some of us knew a girl who could swallow
TWICE!! and you ask such a question! E-MAIL =
luvcaptmrgn@home.com (write me
if you know me!!!) SERVICE
= Air Force; UNIT = PACAF AMMO MY
WARSTORY = I was lucky enough to get two tours to
dodge out of the Air Force, and I'm currently
lookin for a third! (I'll let ya know if I
get it!) I have so many great pictures and
even more great memories of the single greatest
spot on the planet! Some of my favorites
include: Pizza night and sunsets at the EXPAT,
gettin shells at southpoint, buildin fires in the
barbeque grill at Cannon Point on the weekends and
getting smashed out there under the stars, teachin
aerobics to some of the best lookin women I've had
occasion to meet, partyin with George, Mango and
the boys (both times I was there...man, those guys
have the best life!!), sailin on the most
consistent tropical breezes anywhere, snorkeling
in the lagoon, the socials at the Yacht Club,
flying in and out through the PI and Singapore!!,
walkin back from the Brit Club at 2 in the morning
singing the theme song to "The Flintstones", all
the rain in March and April, crew lunches at the
Seaman's club and all the best friends I made each
time I was there!! I'm with Marci, I wanna
go back and NEVER LEAVE again!
1989-1993 NAME =
Rod Hobbs <rodhobbs@hotmail.com> NATIONALITY
= U.S.; UNIT = Fire Chief & Director of
Operations RANK/RATE/JOB
= Civilian employee with IPAC (Johnson Controls).
I am still with JC at NSB Bangor,
Washington. JC just won the contract at
Jacksonville Naval Air Station, and I am going
there next month (August 00) (Fla. is my home) MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Fishing Story MY
WARSTORY = Fishing is really great on D.G. It use
to be better before the Government (?) started
letting commerical fishermen get closer
(1990-91). Before that it was no problem
getting 400+lbs. of tuna & wahoo in 1/2
day. I caught two Marlins (1992) with-in a 5
week period, 200+lbs. and 412 lbs. And I have the
pictures to prove it! The largest Marlin caught on
DG was caught by Bob Butts (Still there, Antenna
Maint.) in 1990 (?) It was so big the scale
couldn't take the weight. Had to pick it up
with a crane. The estimated weight was
800+lbs.
I
really miss the fishing, parties and all the good
folks at D.G. I think of the good times and
beautiful sunsets (Best in the world) quite often
and think about maybe going back one day.
I
tried to send pineapple george an e-mail last week
but couldn't get thru.
Wishing
all at DG the very best!!! Rod Hobbs
1989 Rob
Eidsmoe E-MAIL = reidsmoe@earthlink.net NATIONALITY
= USA; SERVICE = USN; UNIT = Just passing through;
RANK/RATE/JOB = LT at the time, CDR at present. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane MY
WARSTORY = It was the late summer or early fall of
1989. I was an SH-3H pilot stationed aboard
USS Ranger when we pulled into port. One of
the things I remember was that we went ashore in
Mike boats, similar to the WWII kind or maybe they
were from there. Anyway we were packed into
these boats and it reminded me of an invasion
since several ships of the Ranger Battle group
came. I'm sure the population doubled or
tripled with us there. I remember trying to
buy beer at the minimart and we were limited to a
six pack per person. I recall that they
actually ran out of beer there while we were
there. Luckily, the Ranger brought some with
her and we had that to share. I enjoyed the
officers club very much. The drinking story
part is bland. Some guys from the airwing
ended up putting a bunch of sand into the Gov't
car that was loaned out to the Air Wing
Commander. I also remember sitting in the
gazebo out back of the O club and actually
watching a shark cruise by the lagoon right in
front of the steps that led from the gazebo to the
beach. That pretty much put the kabosh on
swimming for me! Instead we retired to the
Brit Club to finish the evening off.
Incidentally, we were not allowed to stay
overnight, so we had to stumble back into the Mike
boats for a slow trip back to the carrier.
That's pretty much all my story. There were
so many sailors that we had to share
liberty. I got on shore two times out of 5
days. I did get to fly around the island
though and that was a blast. I enjoyed the
web site. Moe
Eidsmoe, CDR, USN
1989 DON HAND
<samendon@aol.com>
In
the
summer of '89, I was sent out to the Rock to catch
my ship as it came out of the Gulf. I spent
11 days in TPU, and loved each and every
day. I would spend the mornings working for
some crazy Filipino moving furniture, and then
hang out at the beach all day. Rough deal
for a Seaman. Every day when they would put
the list up for the COD flights, I kept getting
bumped back because of my Seaman status. I
wasn't fighting.
One
afternoon,
a buddy and I got the idea that we wanted some
fresh coconut, so we spent hours "husking" a
coconut. After we had completely shredded
our hands, we got to the nut and couldn't figure
out how to crack the dang thing. Finally
after a few beers, we wandered around and found a
loose street sign. With our new found
Super-Duper coconut opener, we proceed to bash the
thing in. Finally we hid the sign under the
barracks, and sat on the porch drinking beer and
eating the best Coconut I ever had.
The
next
day, one of the "locals" asked us how we like
Diego Garcia. We said we liked it just fine,
but thought it was a shame that there wasn't an
easier way to get at the coconuts. He looked
at us funny, reached down, picked one up, jammed
it on a spike ripped the husk off and then pulled
a knife off the counter and opened it up in one
stroke! He handed my buddy and me equal
halves of a coconut full of juice.
12
years
later I got stationed in Hawaii, and am now quite
comfortable in the required skills of opening a
coconut.
Long
live
the (Provisional) Republic!!!
Don
Hand
USN (yeah, still active and still a blueshirt)
July
1989 to July 1990 SCOTT
HERBERT <herbmonster@home.com> MY QUEST
= Get take out from Donkey Burger VT of a
SWALLOW = same as a shot from an M-16 NATIONALITY
= American; SERVICE = USMC; UNIT = MCSF Co.;
RANK/RATE/JOB = CPL MY
WARSTORY = Things that made me a better man: Capt.
R.E. Venola's "Thunder PT", who could miss doing
the "O" course with a gas mask on, or carrying
telephone poles 100M. I sure could go
for some Lumpia right now. The nights at the
Brit club drinking beer from a gutter. A
good old Hash Run through the jungle.
This is a great site a good way back to DG if only
in spirit.
Nov 89
to Oct 90 JAMES
DOUCET <spunkyduce@yahoo.com> MY QUEST
= to find old teammates of dodges best softball
team ever Rock Bottom SERVICE
= U.S. NAVY; UNIT = R SITE RANK/RATE/JOB
= I WAS A GREEN E-2 WHEN I STEPPED ON TO DG AND
LEFT A SEASONED E-3 THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE.. I
AM NOW OUT OF THE NAVY AND SELL NEW CARS IN AUSTIN
TEXAS 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 = MY STORY IS JUST MEMORIES OF SLAMEXS AT
RM1 DICKS PLACE. GOING TO XPAC AND DIEGO BURGER
EVERY DAY. (GREAT BLT THERE)....AND rock BOTTOM
THE BEST SOFTBALL TEAM EVER WE BEAT THE
WAJINNIES...BEST FRIENDS WERE RM2 TORCHIA...ET2
KRUTCHMER AND BEVERLY JOHNSON...
1989 -
1990 MALISSA
BLINDT <mblindt@hotmail.com> What is
Your Quest? To Relive fun time on DG Radioman
while on Diego..enjoyed the island wide events
when I could join in...Diego Burger..EXPac Club
and the Brit Club.....Reenlisted at Cannon
Point......Blonde, 38, hazel eyes…Would like to to
locate my reenlistment photos that were taken at
cannon point do not know if Navcommsta still has
them or not....?????
1989-1990 CHUCK
KEATING <chuckk@sterlink.net> SERVICE
= USN UNIT =
NavCommSta..C-site RANK/RATE/JOB
= Was CTT3 then....got out in 93..working for a
mid-sized telecom company in the NW.
I
am a Born Liar, and Want To Tell About All The Sex
I Had on Dodge..... Man...even the chickens ran
away from me :)
1989-1990 DAVID
DERBY <david.derby@atlantis.co.ac MY QUEST
= To enjoy life VT of a
SWALLOW = Slower than my farts SERVICE
= US Navy; UNIT = NCS Diego Garcia; RANK/RATE/JOB
= Then: ET1 Now:
CIV on another remote island. Just another minor
job (GPS)
1989-1990 SUSAN
BECKMAN CLAPP <clapp@mediaone.net> What is
Your Quest? anything for a laugh! Tell Me
All About Yourself: just your average 28 year old
navy girl!! [Editor's Note: She must
have been 18 on DG....hmmmmmm]
1989-1990 ERIC
RUSHING <angel_rush@msn.com> Jan.
1989- Jan. 1990. ET1(SW) was stationed on DG
at the transmitter site....Way out in the
boonies...I installed all of the rockwell
transmitters there and had a blast fishing and
fixing up the post office on the brit side. might
return one day...maybe my twilight tour....LOL.
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.
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