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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."
1992-1994
Name = John McKinney = hiddencove7@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = Quality
Assurance LPO
My_Quest = To find happiness; VT_of_a_Swallow = to
estimate that the airspeed velocity of an unladen
European Swallow is 10 meters per second.
My_Warstory = One of my many jobs as the QA for
grounds maintenance was to check DG for erosion
control at set locations along the outside of the
island. On one of these days I stopped for my usual
fishing time out before heading back (it took about 10
hrs for the job) I was having an excellent day
catching the 2-3 lb Rock Groupers and putting them on
the stringer I had tied to my belt loop. As the tide
started to come in I climbed on one of the coral heads
to cast better and caught enough to make nice gift to
my counter parts (friends) at the Filipino village. I
had about 7 or 8 fish on the stringer when they
started jerking around. I tugged on the line without
looking and got a very firm tug back! Needless to say
the 6ft shark that had about 3 fish in its mouth
already was not amused, it started thrashing and
pulled me into the waste deep water. I couldn't get
that stringer untied from my belt loop fast enough.
Finally I was free and I ran as fast as I could to
shore. (about 20m) The next week I was back again with
a new stringer and sharper eye. That's my story.
1993-1994
Paul White = rugbypaul2@gmail.com
Country = Thailand
Service = Royal Marines
My_Quest = Find PAM the weather girl!!
VT_of_a_Swallow = HUA HIN
My_Warstory = Not a war story but a "STORY" whether
you believe it or not is up 2 you!!
Whilst under the influence of that rather nasty
Bacardi 151 (AKA devil juice) it is alledged that
three Royal Marines Who shall remain nameless (BUT YOU
KNOW WHO YOU ARE) did will fully, and maliciously ,and
without due care and attention cycle naked apart from
their respirator through the outdoor cinema during
superbowl, to the Brit club Via the Biot Police (and I
use the term POLICE sparingly) where they did deposit
a turd during the "CURLING ONE DOWN CEREMONY".
Upon reaching their destination, they subsequently
disposed of said bicycles except for one which was
later hoisted up the flagpole on return to the BEQ!!
After several hours of interrogation no one was
arrested or charged!! God bless the 3!!
And by the way if anyone knows the whereabouts of a
Lady named Pam W (POLISH) name cant pronounce let
alone SPELL!! who used to do something with the
weather out there get her to drop me a line!!
1993-1994
Name = James Sheets = lj10986@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = USN
My_Quest = To say hi to all the great people I shared
a special time with.
My_Warstory = It was on the island that I developed a
relationship with JESUS CHRIST. The Chapel was such a
wonderful and peaceful place. I belonged to the
Sunshine alive GOSPEL CHOIR. We were able to sing to
various groups and event on the ISLAND. My desire is
that we who long to come back would be afforded an
opportunity to come back and visit just for the
purpose of reflecting...
1986-87;
91-94
George Marshall = gmarshlv@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = Contractor
Outfit = New Car Sales
My_Warstory = I was the Chrysler/Jeep rep first time (
'86-'87) out, and same plus Ford last time (91-94);
since I am a retired CPO and a GS I hung out at any
club that would have me (and a charter/honorary member
of the no-longer-there E6 Club).
I volunteer announced softball games &
SpecServ events, and even bowled.
My war stories would have to include, but not
be limited to the many friends from COs to Seamen that
I made on The Footprint. Stories
to come!
JUNE 1978-MARCH1979 ,SEPT1979-JUNE1980,1993-1994
Name = David G. Perle = PERLEHOME@SBCGLOBAL.NET
Citizenship = USA
Service = USN
Outfit = NMCB 4 AND NMCB 3
My_Warstory = I have many stories to share about life on the Rock, they cover the 3 deployments as a Navy Seabee in 1978-1979 then back again
1979 -1980 and finally 1993-1994. I will get pictures together and share them. Talk to you soon.
1993-1994
Dave Eagle <dave.eagle@comcast.net>
Hello, was wondering if three wonderful people I
met are out there, was in Diego from 93 to 94, am
looking for Dee Dee Esteppe was a CTM and Alicia Horn
was a CTT and Charmain Burnett, was a CTM also. Would
also love to hear from a guy named Joe Head CTR type.
Thank you.
Dave
David D. Eagle
Cell (360) 929-6185
1993
with
BJS
-
1980 to 1984 RBRM
NAME =
John L
MY QUEST
= Returning just for the Expat club sunsets and
Margaritas
E-MAIL =
johnjel1234@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= USA
RANK/RATE/JOB
=
Contractor
with RBRM and BJS
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 = After having been gone from the
island for approx. 10 years I took a job with BJS
to see how Diego had developed. I had been
there from 1980 with RBRM during the construction
years.
In
1982 the Navy approached RBRM and told us they had
10,000lbs of frozen lobster tail they wanted to
sell. Since we had our own food budget we
bought the lobster and started Surf & Turf
every Friday night at the expat mess hall.
When
I returned in 1993 I was in the O club and noticed
that someone was getting a lobster dinner for
their birthday. I thought "No it couldn't be the
same lobster we bought in "82." Guess what!
It had no taste and was really tough.
So
much for lobster at the "O' in 1993. By now I
would think it is all gone.
Ed
Coolidge [Administrator@transamericausa.com]
I am
looking for ET1 Angel Garcia (Ret), used to be
stationed in Diego Garcia. Wondering if you
have any information on him. Trying to let
him know of a fallen comrad.
Thanks
Ed
Coolidge
ET1 USN
RET
Feb
1993 - June 1994
NAME =
Shirley Elgas
MY QUEST
= To find old friends
VT of a
SWALLOW = Depends on the size
E-MAIL =
fitctaj@aol.com
NATIONALITY
= White Girl
SERVICE
= Navy
UNIT =
NSA Command Career Counselor
RANK/RATE/JOB
= NC1 retired
Jan
1993 - Feb 1994
NAME =
william beasley
MY QUEST
= None, living is enough.
VT of a
SWALLOW = zero
E-MAIL =
dbees@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= USAF
UNIT =
Det 1, 316 MASS (Yokota AB, Japan)
RANK/RATE/JOB
= E8 USAF Maintenance Superintendent. Laison for
contractor supported maintenance provided for AMC
aircraft and cargo operations.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = No story really, just enjoyed my stay
at DG. Met some really neat people and experinced
once in a lifetime military assignment.
1993-94
NAME =
James Sheets
MY QUEST
=
VT of a
SWALLOW = no idea
E-MAIL =
lj10986@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= African American
SERVICE
= US Navy
UNIT =
NTC
RANK/RATE/JOB
= CTR3/Retired
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = My expirence on the ROCK was excellent.
I became a devout Christian thanks to Sister Norma
from the Philliapians, and Sister Stephany
Gadison
from New Jersey. I think the Church services on
Diego were exciting, because it gave one the
opportunity to worship with people from all
nationalities. It was nothing more rewarding then
seeing so many races of people come together, and
worship Jesus Christ. I will never forget my
experience there as it was so instrumental in
helping me discover who I really am in the LORD.
Thanks to my time on Diego I have now become a
Pastor of a dynamic spirit filled Church in
Waldor, Maryland named East of Bethel Christian
Center.
james
sheets
August
1993 - August 1994
NAME =
HM1 Linda Lewis
MY QUEST
= Just chillin
VT of a
SWALLOW = What????
E-MAIL =
Ljlewis5911@bellsouth.net
NATIONALITY
= African American
SERVICE
= USN
UNIT =
Medical/ Preventive Medicine Dept
RANK/RATE/JOB
= HM1 then/ HMC (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 = I arrived in DG with a sexual device in
my bags praying that customs would not dime me
out. We made it! I had a wonderful
time in DG. I met some great people whom I
stil keep in touch with and visit. I helped
to organize a talent show and a fashion
show. I volunteered with the Red Cross
and
received a visit to Japan for training. On a
darker note I went to XO screening for yelling at
my wimpy Chief Cephas... it's all good I learned a
very valuable lesson. I also did my share of
"creeping" and drinking and exercising. I
teach high school and I love telling my students
edited stories of my time on DG. God Bless
you all.
1993
-1994
NAME =
Bill Kohl
MY QUEST
= To little and be compensated lots!
VT of a
SWALLOW = faster than a flushing toilet
E-MAIL =
gysgt_kohl@usmc.mil
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= USMC
UNIT =
Marine Corps Security Force Company
RANK/RATE/JOB
= SGT then, GySgt now, active but will retire next
summer
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other
MY
WARSTORY = To be honest, I can't believe it took
this long to find this page. I have many fond
memories of DG that include many nights of
drinkng. Lots of softball with my pals from the
"Goodfellas", which also included nights of
drinking. "Wake up Call" in the 606 Dungeon at the
Marine compound (oh, we were drinking then too).
The Brit Club provided some quality entertainment
as well. I would love to go back for a spell but
that is no longer an option for the Marines so I'm
confident my pals from the past who no doubt
chiefs today can keep the tradition going. I
probably wouldn't be a good candidate now anyway
as I have had to "grow up" and be a responsible
parent (of three daughters, two of which are
teenagers). Oh, the good ole days...
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
"samuel
otero" <samuel.otero@worldnet.att.net>
To:
easy501@zianet.com
Date:
23 Dec 2005, 08:47:41 AM
Subject:
diego garcia
Hello
I`m a former Diego Garcia millitary personel. I
was in the Construction Batallion #3. From 93-94.
My question is, did Diego get hit at all by the
Tsunami, or any small waves? I remember being
there and how flat of an island it was. Diego was
probably the best place i ever visited.
Thank
You
Samuel
Otero
July
4,1993 - July 1994
NAME =
Tracey Smith (Freas)
MY QUEST
=
VT of a
SWALLOW =
E-MAIL =
emsmom11@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
=
SERVICE
= USN
UNIT =
NAVCOMTELSTA /R-SITE AND T-SITE
RANK/RATE/JOB
= I was an RM2 at the tiime. Now ITC still in.
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 = Hanging and drinking with my friends,
parties on the balcony, parties in the pavilion,
Fish Fry, Diego Burger, Bogie (loser!), Double
Captain Morgan's and Coke (the drink of choice),
Riding my bike drunk, Tusker, Package store
running out of alcohol (Crime), Stale everything
(coke?), Bag nasty, Turtle Cove, Coconut Crabs,
Donkey at T-site, Deformed Cats at T-site,
Christmas like no other(toilet paper, condoms and
laundry detergent for presents), Hash runs, Hash
house, Drinking right after a mid watch (6a.m),
Filipino village (Best fish I've ever eaten), Sun,
Sun, Sun, Naked Everything!, R&R Site, Sail
Away, Snorkeling, Fire Coral, Cold Chicken, Cats,
Care packages, Mike(Mullet), Kurt, Big Steve,
Billy (Restriction),Cathy (Cat), Keith, Socials,
All the cheating going on, Swimming with sting
rays, Yacht club, Mo-Jo, Freezer full of
liquors, Ace of Base?, Brit Club, Bus rides home,
Tropical uniforms (knee socks), George, Mango,
Pat, Sun Burn, Fishing, Wahoo, Shark, Tuna.., 2 TV
Channels, Beer bongs, Nipple Piercing, Nasty Notes
left on barracks doors, Scotty, Hot dogs at
the airport, topless tubing, Jane’s Addiction,
Mail Call, "Flintstone" vehicles, Ethiopian Birds
at R-site, Rusty the Rooster at R-site, All the
stars visible at night, Sea shells and hermit
crabs you were not suppose to kill all the fun I
had and Saying goodbye to some of the greatest
people I've ever met..Those were the days
1993
Subject:
DG
Class of '93
Date:
Mon,
1 Aug 2005 15:25:19 +1200
From:
"Garner,
Angela" <Angela.Garner@usap.gov>
Hello
Ted!
My
name's Ang - short for Angela. First of all,
thank you for the awesome website! I miss DG
often, and long to go back just once more, but
can't find a civilian job there right now. I
was stationed there in 1993, in the weather
detachment. I didn't retire, but stayed in
the Navy for 7 years. Would have stayed in
longer but I ended up at McMurdo Station,
Antarctica and fell in love with the place, so I
had to get out of the military to come back
down. I've been working here for 11 years
now (with at least a 3-month break each year).
Things
that I liked to gripe about on DG -
Bugs
- Big-Ass furry camel-brown tarantulas, coming out
from under the bus seat at 4:30 AM, while the bus
is moving. Cockroaches, hiding under the
toilet seat, crawling on my ass and freaking me
out when I sit down. Brown hornets, stinging
me on the thigh when I have never bothered the
little bastards.
Aggressive
barracudas, who have nothing better to do than
hang out under the boat and keep us poor souls who
just want to cool off from jumping in for a swim
in the nice clear water. We had one follow
us around whenever we moved to a different
location. They're smart little devils!
Communications
- the "Cable & Penniless Co" - I know of
people who spent a huge portion of their paycheck
to call home every week. We also had a military
phone line (can't remember what it was called)
that we could make very short phone calls (I think
they were limited to 15 min), and the operator
would interrupt the conversation every 60 seconds
after the first five minutes, just to tell us that
we were running out of time. I think we
could only use it once a month or something like
that. It was also a very bad connection and
sometimes impossible to hear from each end of the
conversation. You had to say "OVER" each
time you were done speaking.
Waiting
for mail - Marriages broke up because of the poor
mail cycle there. But, I know it's also bad
on ships at sea, so I knew DG wasn't the only
place with these problems. However, when the
MCPON visited DG in 1993, I expressed my concerns
to him and he promised to look into it (it was a
nice gesture). Now here I am wintering over
in Antarctica, with no mail for almost six
months. At least we have a good reason - no
flights during the winter.
Things
I loved about DG -
Collecting
shells on the beaches in the lagoon at low tide
Sharks'
Cove & Turtle Cove
Trips
to the Plantation for exploring, feeding apples to
the donkeys, and for BBQ and beer!
Renting
a fishing boat for $60 and catching enough fish to
feed the WX Det and guests at said BBQ
Going
out on said fishing boat early in the morning and
watching the dolphins at play (my first time ever
seeing dolphins in the wild)
Snorkeling
(first real snorkeling experience)
Getting
a trip to Sri Lanka on the Potomac
Cruising
to other islands on the American Osprey
Sunsets
from the Expat Club (and watching the crabs fight
over the leftover pizza on the beach)
Brave
little crabs coming out onto the asphalt after a
good rain and trying to keep the vehicles off the
road
Watching
said vehicles swerve and zigzag like crazy to
avoid running over said crabs
Watching
the birds eat the crabs who lost their battle with
the vehicles on the road (gotta love the food
chain!)
San
Miguel in the BOTTLE (discontinued a few months
after I got there)
Weekend
BBQs between the barracks under a big tent
Brit
Club & Beach House parties
Meeting
the "Brits", Philipinos, Mauritians, and Merchant
Marines (they added an interesting mix!)
Being
able to find my own private beach anytime I wanted
Turning
my dungarees into Bermuda shorts
Feeding
leftover/stale bread to the cranes on the runway
and watching them fight over it even though there
was plenty to go around.
4th
of July and New Year's fireworks (set off from a
barge out in the middle of the lagoon).
CPO
club delivery - Fried Chicken basket...Yummm!
Tuesday
night Mongolian BBQ at the Turner Club.
Awesome
thunderstorms!
A
friend of mine had a photograph of the two horses
that had been left behind years prior - I believe
the photo was taken during the 1980's. I did
get to see one of the horses on the Plantation,
but it wouldn't let people get within 10 feet of
it. The one horse I saw was very emaciated
and almost as small as the donkeys. I think
the other had since passed on. The donkeys
were also fairly emaciated, but were pretty tame
and let people walk right up to them.
All-in-all these animals had lived quite a long
life and I'm sure were happy to be roaming free
without having to work anymore.
We
always used to get creeped out by what apparently
was the morgue at the Plantation. There was
a cement slab there that apparently was used to
drain the blood from the deceased, their blood
would run off into the soil around there.
The graveyard had a small tomb in it, and you
could see human bones through one of the holes in
the tomb. Gave me an eerie feeling. I
would never stay the night in that bunkhouse out
there, but some people did.
I
didn't know about the feral cats and chickens
until I arrived there. Made friends with a
cat, named her Miss Kitty, had a litterbox for her
(She was either really smart, or house trained by
someone before me) and was allowed to keep her in
the room too. I fed her chopped baked
chicken from the galley. At that time, you
could take cats off the island if they had been
checked out by a vet (their deep inbreeding
created some physical problems with some of them)
and given shots prior, but the vet only came to DG
about once a month for just a few days, so if you
missed that visit and were leaving before the
next, then you lost the chance to bring a cat home
from there. I was transferring to Spain from
DG, and going to the U.S. for one month in
between, so I couldn't take Miss Kitty with me.
There
was reportedly a large hammerhead shark, named
Hector, living in the waters there. If
anyone has photos of the shark, or
information/stories relating to sightings, etc, I
would love to hear about them. Perhaps
there's a link on your website and I just haven't
gotten that far yet.
Thanks
again for the chance to connect and reminisce!
Ang
1991 to
1994
NAME =
Robert Bloomer
MY QUEST
= To find a way to back onto paradise Island
a.k.a. Diego Garcia
VT of a
SWALLOW = Terminal as in positive or negative or
Terminal as in Diego International?
E-MAIL =
bobbloomer@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= U.S. Navy
UNIT =
COMPSRON 2 - The Ships out in the lagoon
RANK/RATE/JOB
= RM2 then - Grocery Store manager now.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = I was stationed on Diego for three
years in a two year billet for COMPSRON2. We had
some exceptional officers and enlisted. Capt
Robert Alee and Capt. Schuknecht (sp?). The
enlisted guys were pretty awesome too. Most of our
time was spent in support of Desert Storm and then
Somalia.. and then going back to Kuwait to pick up
the equip. and then back to Somalia.. then back to
the island.. I'd give my left nut to get back over
there and enjoy fishing and lazing about on the
nice tropical days.. I miss it so much.. It's
heaven.
Michael
"Norman" Bates, Michael Ocarz, College Boy, Half
Rack.. if any of you see this, get in touch..
1990-1995
and 1999-2000
NAME =
Allen Willey
MY QUEST
= Spread the Truth
VT of a
SWALLOW = African or European?
E-MAIL =
aswilley@aol.com
NATIONALITY
= U.S. of Hey
SERVICE
= USAF
UNIT =
Det 8 AFSPC
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Defense Contractor for Ford and Loral Aerospace,
Crypto Manager for all three Air Force tracking
stations on the island from 1993 to 1995.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = In 1973 I was an E-5 at RAF
Chicksands. I was going through a divorce
and was living in the NCO barracks. One
night a little two -striper who had been on
station only a few months came to my room and said
the first shirt had just raped her. He was
married, but his wife had gone back to the
states. She was hysterical, laughing and
crying at the same time. They had been
taking a class together and he had suggested a
study period in his room, just two floors above my
room. I took her to the clinic and they did
the rape protocol on her. The guy got 6
months at Leavenworth, busted to staff and a bad
discharge.
But
for my troubles, I lost my security clearance and
was shunned by the whole base for the rest of my
tour. My supervisor said "RHIP, old boy",
and his friends were shocked that I would ruin his
career for such a little thing. So I wasn't
suprised at the latest rape scandal at the academy
last year, and I won't be suprised at the next
one.
August
1993 to October 1994
NAME =
Mark Pando
MY QUEST
= Just touching base with you all
VT of a
SWALLOW = Dale had a weird answer to
this......What's up Dale?
E-MAIL =
mpando@charter.net
NATIONALITY
= Manic Hispanic
SERVICE
= NAV
UNIT =
ATC GUY
RANK/RATE/JOB
=
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit 'How I Put One
Over On My Senior Chief' Story
MY
WARSTORY = Let's put it this way...........Scotty
Liver's (Scroll up)gave me a bright idea when I
picked up my records prior to taking off in
October 94. Scotty, you saved me
buddy. If you know my story the last few
months I was there...well then you may know that
getting my original set of orders prior to
departure sure came in handy.
But
Senior Chief(rank then), if you are tuned in, you
know what I am talking about....GOTCHA IN THE END
Other
than that......BRIT CLUB baby, we had some times
on that island. Great sunsets, bad pizza,
greesy lumpia, warm british beer, expensive bikes,
cheap liquor, long nights and great memories.
Anyone
tuning in....drop a line.
1993-1994
NAME =
JR
MY QUEST
= in 1993 to get as far away from my wife as
possible
VT of a
SWALLOW = Superman speed
E-MAIL =
jrski57@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= USN Retired
UNIT =
Security
RANK/RATE/JOB
= MA1 retired MAC
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I am a Born Liar, and Want To Tell
About All The Sex I Had on Dodge
MY
WARSTORY = Most of us lose our minds in DG.
Once there I was legally seperated from my
gorgeous wife of 16 years (that was a lie) and got
involved with a not so gorgeous navy female.
My wife being the smart woman she is found out
everything and my life came tumbling
down. The other woman actually bought
all my lies and thought she was my one and
only. I even convinced her to follow me to
my next duty station, which my wife would be there
as well. My wife wrote the girl (yes girl,
since I was like 38 and she was like 22) and told
her about all my lies and the next thing I know I
get a Dear John letter. The lesson
here....Unless you want to lose everything
including the love of your life and her faith in
you choose wisely and don't ask for orders to DG.
1993-1994
NAME =
Tina Tomlinson
MY QUEST
= To find some jarheads that I served with
VT of a
SWALLOW = I have no clue
E-MAIL =
tinatomlinson@peoplepc.com
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= United States Marine Corps
UNIT =
Marine Corps Security Forces
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Lance Corporal
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = I arrived on Diego Garcia in
1993. I remember getting off the plane and
my glasses fogging up from the heat. I was
met at the airport by a Sergeant who informed me
that I was the first and ONLY female Marine on the
island. My first reaction was to run back on
the plane. I rode to the Marine Corps
Security Forces compound not knowing what I had
gotten into. As I entered the gate, I found
myself being stared at. Once I got into the
safety of my room, I locked the door and refused
to come out despite people banging on my door.
Once
someone pried me out of that room, I had the time
of my life. I found myself among 92 Marines
who became like brothers to me. Well, except
for one. I met the love of my life on that
island. We shared sunsets together at the
Expat. We swam together, biked together,
humped (Marine Corps terminology for hiked at a
fast pace) the island together, sweated during PT
together, and got rip roaring drunk
together. We stumbled back to the barracks
together, and ate breakfast at the PK where Rudy
worked.
All
in all, the fondest memories of my life are from
Diego Garcia. Best of all, I found my
husband on that island. We have been married
for 10 years and have two boys now. We often
dream of going back but know that's not possible.
May 92
- Aug 94
NAME
= Jim Thompson
MY
QUEST = To win the Texas State Lottery
VT
of a SWALLOW = When it's falling, as fast as
anything else.
E-MAIL
= mudshark@alltel.net
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= Navy
UNIT
= METOC (Weather Office)
RANK/RATE/JOB
= AG2 then Civ1 now
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF
MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Drinking Story
MY
WARSTORY = When I drink
(and like most everyone else, I did my share on
DG), I always drink Jack Daniels and 7-Up.
Been to many bars, in many places, always ordered
"Jack 'n Seven" and always got what I asked for.
The same was true on DG, well sorta. I had
no problem at every club on the island, except the
Brit Club. Every time I hit the Brit Club,
I'd get very trashed, very quick. It took me
six months to figure out why. One night I
ordered my usual Jack 'n Seven, but this time I
saw one of the Brit Marines pour it. A shot
of Jack Daniels and a shot of Seagram's
Seven. Whew! I always thought the
drinks at the Brit Club were a little stout, but
damn! It was exactly what I asked for, but not
quite what I expected. I was one of many
that walked one mile to the Brit Club and three
miles back.
If
anyone remembers running out of ice cream for a
month and wondered why, I can tell you.
Somebody on the supply ship set the refer to 0 deg
C instead of 0 deg F. I would have loved to see
all those colors blended together when they opened
the door. I heard it looked rather
interesting. I pity the person that had to clean
that mess up!
To
all that have read Dale Bailey's account of Norman
J. Davis's fishing trip, it's all true. The
Chaplain held prayer in our office twice and we
all thought ol' Norm was a goner. It was a very
sad affair with an equally happy ending.
Good job, Dale!
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.
1993
thru 1995
NAME
= George Merritt
MY
QUEST = No Quest
E-MAIL
= georgemerritt@hotmail.com GMerritt
@utvinternet.com
NATIONALITY
= U. S. A.
SERVICE
= N/A
UNIT
= STAFF PURSER, MSTSPAC,
RANK/RATE/JOB
= GS-13
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other
MY
WARSTORY = I enjoyed my assignment with the
American & British Forces, including,all other
personnel. SORRY, NO WARSTORY, I REQUESTED
MY ASSIGNMENT.
I
arrived in 1992 and stayed through 1994
NAME
= Scott Livers-Walton
MY
QUEST = To find old friends from the Island, and
say hello.
E-MAIL
= ptlomascot@aol.com
SERVICE
= US Navy
UNIT
= PSD Diego Garcia
RANK/RATE/JOB
= I was a PN2 and worked at PSD Diego Garcia
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 = DKCS Deleon was the Senior Chief at PSD
DIego Garcia. He was very flamboyant and well
connected on the Island. I was usually involved in
putting on the command parties etc. If ever I had
trouble obtaining things like "ICE" etc. all I
ever had to do was tell DKCS Deleon, he would get
on the phone and yell at someone in Tagalog, and I
immediately had whatever I needed for the party.
We once threw a party for a PN1 Velasquez who was
retiring down in the village by the Expat Club. It
was the best party I have ever attended a "luau".
I
also remember the Yacht Club socials (held
monthly) and all the FUN! (I LOVED the MOJO) ha
ha..... I can now admit that I am the one who
glued DKCS Deleon's phone so that he couldn't
answer it when it rang..... He was not amused and
took away everybody's phone privilages, (we didn't
all have phones in our rooms back then) He really
didn't have a very good sense fo HUMOR ha ha sorry
guys.... about the phone that is... I really
couldn't tell him it was me... he was evil if you
were on his bad side! I have 2 THANK YOUS one to
DS2 Jennifer Melamede and the other to PN2 Rodolfo
Ignacio you both really saved my ASS when I was
there and I am forever grateful! I have never
forgotten :) Scotty P.S. Where is Robert
Moulthrop???
1993
NAME
= Dale E. Bailey AGC(AW) (ret)
MY
QUEST = my tucson phone company
VT
of a SWALLOW = depends on how well you're hung
E-MAIL
= dbailey2k@earthlink.net
NATIONALITY
= good old american
SERVICE
= USN
UNIT
=
NPMOD (weather guy)
RANK/RATE/JOB
= AG1 (then) AGC (ret) now
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Fishing Story
MY
WARSTORY = The Tale of Norman J. Davis -(as told
by a fellow Aerographer's Mate- AGC(AW)Dale E.
Bailey USN(ret)
A
long, long time ago (actually the fall of 1993),
while working a weather forecaster's midwatch, a
call from base security was received by yours
truly around 1830, reporting the non-return of a
certain AG1 Norman J. Davis to the marina.
Seems he and a certain RM3 friend (name unknown)
went for a 3 hour cruise/fishing trip on a boston
whaler around the DG lagoon. Within an hour
of his disappearance, marina personnel took a
look-see around to find the wayward sailors.
Soon after, the Brit Marines, security personnel
and whoever else, commenced beating the jungle for
the MIAs, assuming that since they were both
typical DG people and extraordinary gin drinkers,
they would turn up passed out under a coconut tree
on the other side of the lagoon. As the
search commenced well into the night, 'round about
midnight or so, the unthinkable began to be
considered. That the two had somehow slipped
out the lagoon and set out into the deep, blue
Indian Ocean. Shortly thereafter, a SAR P-3
set out on a look see over the ocean. With
the help of the METOC boys and our
all-encompassing knowledge of ocean currents and
whatnot, we recommended they look toward the
west. If they were out there, they would be
heading that way. Anyway, to make a long
story longer, no sign of the missing sailors that
night. All through the next day, the search
of the jungle, Filipino houses, beaches, etc.
continued with no joy. The SAR folks
continued their search of the I.O. throughout the
day and still no success. SITREP was sent to
CINPAC and I believe contingencies were in process
for family notification. Sometime around
midnight of the second day, lo and behold, the two
were spotted approximately 27 NM due west of the
island in their little flat-bottomed boat!
To this day Norm will tell you how smoking saved
his life, as he was able to light up some gas when
they heard the P-3 overhead. They were soon
recovered and were reasonably well, considering
they had no food or water for over 36 hours.
As the story went, the small 5 HP engine crapped
out and they just drifted out the lagoon.
Funny thing though, was when it was towed back,
the marina personnel fired it right up. MWR
got into some hot water as the boat had no
serviceable life saving equipment. Flares
were unusable so I heard. As a result of
this misadventure, 8 brand spanking new 18 ft, 140
HP boats were purchased to replace the aging
whaler fleet, so all that enjoyed the fishing
perks afterward have Norman to thank.
As
the story was told and retold over the next 9
months of my tour, it was amazing how many more
and how much larger the tiger sharks that went
bump in the night became. As a result,
Norman became a bonafide land-loving sailor and
never set sail into the lagoon again, UNTIL;
P.S.
to this tale; never, until the day he came
to me (about 6 months later), and wanted to go out
for a few hours around the lagoon on one of the
new boats for a bit of bottom fishing.
Having recently obtained my licence, I readily
agreed. So one beautiful DG morning, we took
off with a cooler and some bait and headed to the
middle. Couple of hours later being the
observant forecasters we were, we noticed a
quickly building thunderstorm to the east.
Quickly building was an understatement.
Within an hour, we pulled anchor and headed for
shore. In those few minutes, I could not
remember ever having it rain so hard (outside of a
typhoon anyway). Seas rose to at least 6
feet, quite large for an enclosed body of
water. Heading back to the marina, I was
unable to see even the bow of the boat. We
thought about taking shelter under one of the
merchant ships, but by this time Norm was wanting
real bad to get back. We would go from
freezing from the rain and cold downdrafts to nice
and warm as the lagoon water washed over us.
When the rain finally let up, we were about a mile
south of the marina. Asked Norman if he
wanted to go back out. Guess what his answer
was? You got it, not only no, but f--- no!
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
1993-1994
NAME =
Katie Salvagno (Ferrera)
E-MAIL =
katies171970@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= New Yorker/Californian
SERVICE
= US Navy
UNIT =
Aviation Supply Dept.
RANK/RATE/JOB
= AK3-Left Navy after DG. No more military
for me!
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories
of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego
Garcia
MY
WARSTORY = I can't help but remember the wild
times at the Brit Club! There were so
many!! Those crazy Brits loved to dress up
like women and man can they drink!!! Being
one of very few females on the island, it was
quite an experience watching drunken Marines and
Sailors fight over you. Guys knocking on
your door the minute you get off the plane and
barely check into your room. But, I was not
one of those naive girls who arrived on the island
and believed all the sweet talk of any guy that
looked my way. I didn't let myself get a big ego
from the attention. I knew this was "island
life". But, I will admit, the attention was
often fun and what girl didn't enjoy it? It
was constant drama though!! Diego Garcia is
so damn small that everybody is in everyone's
business. That is the part I hated. I
loved laying on the beach and then it would start
pouring rain yet the sun would still be
out!! I loved the yacht club parties,
drinking much mojo and skinny dipping at
night!! Watching the chickens run anywhere
and everywhere and of course the geckos!! I
met some incredible people there I will never
forget. It was a great experience but you
have to be careful what you wish for, sometimes
you just may get it!!
1993
GREG
CONRAD <gregconrad00@hotmail.com>
Gripes?
Yeah, I
have something to gripe about: The sunrises and
sunsets are so damn beautiful, the yellowfin tunas
weigh to damn much and nearly give you a hernia
bringin' em in. The lack of pollution cleared out
my lungs and the people and parties were too f-ing
cool. What kind of place is this? Anway, one
real gripe; the minute the women set foot on the
island, their heads swelled up like basketballs
from all the guys drooling over them when they got
off the airplane. Too bad for those pigs that the
tour lasted a year and not a lifetime.
Later
Greg
Conrad (ex-CE2, R-Site '93)
1993-1994
NAME =
Andy Evans
MY QUEST
= I seek the holy grail
VT of a
SWALLOW = African or European?
E-MAIL =
aevan5@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= British; SERVICE = Royal Marines; UNIT = Port
customs/ brit club bar; RANK/RATE/JOB = Outside
and in final year of honours degree.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!
MY
WARSTORY = I was at the
back bar of the Brit club, enjoying a few sociable
ones with Smiler, Verge and Rog. Got
interupted by a loud(and I mean loud) Yank
ordering beer...who ended up getting us a beer
each:)
Having
returned
from the heads, I started up a conversation with
our new drinking buddy. Paul (Merlino)
chatting about life in general and we came round
to the fact his wife was English. where's
she from I asked? Warrington was the reply
(town where I come from)...I thought he was taking
the piss and
that the
guys had stitched me up and so was having none of
it. Needless to say he knew the local
boozers by name, and she was from
Warrington...small world!!!
Called
in
to see the inlaws on R&R, and it turns out
Paul had sent his order in advance, 16 cans of
Carlsberg special brew and 4 botles of HP sauce.
I
went
over to visit some time later to Washington on
leave and met the family and friends but Paul was
onboard somewhere and I missed him.
Would
like
to get back in touch if possible so if anyone
knows his whereabouts? He must have done
over 20 years by now.
I
think
he was from Atlantic city, he worked in the TV
station, and was on the electrical side of things.
Loud,and
with
an uncanny resenblance to Fred Flintstone.
Regular in the Brit club.
April
1993 - Oct. 1993
NAME =
kevin Morris
MY QUEST
= I seek the Holy Grail
VT of a
SWALLOW = an African swallow, or a European
swallow?
E-MAIL =
kmoose@charter.net
NATIONALITY
= US; SERVICE = USN; UNIT = VP-1, TAD to AIMD;
RANK/RATE/JOB = AT2, seperated in 1996
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in My Room
MY
WARSTORY = About the only thing that I know for
sure, about my 6 months in Diego , is that my
liver is still pissed at me. If I never hear
the phrase, "Let's get liqoured!!" again, then my
liver will perhaps forgive me. Also, the
government must include Rudy, from the PK,
somewhere......maybe he could run the Diego
version of the FDA or something?
Jan 93
- Dec 93
NAME =
Rich Matlock
E-MAIL =
rich.matlock@maxwell.af.mil
SERVICE
= Air Force
UNIT =
Ammo
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Sailing Story
MY
WARSTORY = Never liked sailing...til I got to DG ~
I want more of it.
Feb 93
to Mar 94
NAME =
Rm3 Rob Beilfuss
E-MAIL =
rkbeilfuss@yahoo.com
SERVICE
= Navy
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Rm3 Beilfuss, Hated it then but miss it now. I
would love to go back for a week and party like we
use to. Am no longer in, Live in Northwest
Indiana.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out on The
Beach
MY
WARSTORY = My friends and I had a bet, Who can
drink a bottle of Southern Comfort the fastest.
Well I won. Someone found me on the beach, My face
all scratched and bloody. They took me to the
quarter deck and I woke up cause I had to go to
the Head. I forgot to Take my (White) Shorts down
and took a dump. My roommate (Carl Templeton) came
and got me and got some of it on video. I wonder
what ever happened to that video. I miss playing
spades in our room. I miss the drinking,
Drinking, Drinking. I had a great time there.
Would love to go back for a week for a reunion.
Take care all.
1991-1993
CARL
TEMPLETON <TemplatC@nima.mil> See his
1991 entry.
Jan93-Mar94
NAME =
Mike Zarate
MY QUEST
= None in particular, just get drunk
VT of a
SWALLOW = Swallow?!? What swallow?
E-MAIL =
Zaratemike@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= US; SERVICE = USN; UNIT = NCTS DG BOIT;
RANK/RATE/JOB = Now....I am a copper.
Then...a drunk with a clearance...
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 = One pleasant drinking night spent at
the Brit Club, getting shitty and making fun of
the Brits. After closing down the Brit Club
and stumbling back to the barracks. It was
decided to open "the bar" (another warstory), at
this time I and my roommate Chris Knight were the
proud owners of "the bar". Many a drinks
later, there I stood with a few friends, Marcus
Whittaker(the main character in this tail), Bull,
Rob and a few others I am unable to recall at this
time. Someone had the genius idea to so swim
to the edge of the reef(ocean side) out off of
cannon point. Trash was talked and Marcus
and I ended up doing it. We managed to get
our drunk, sorry asses only as far as break wall
before we both had been mangled by the coral.
Two
weeks went by and again alcohol provided us with
the courage to again try another attempt at
reaching the edge of the coral reef. Now in
our party were Marcus, Bull, Rob and I. Bull
would remain on shore and be our look out for
Brits (incase they happened to be stumbling drunk
on the beach), while Rob, Marcus and I went for
the gold. Rob cramped up by the break wall
and returned to shore. Marcus and I
continued out and found the edge of the island
(approximately 1/2 mile out).
Marcus
had the balls and wanted to touch the edge, it was
about 30 or 40 feet down and he had the courage of
the OLD CROW (the island was dry and waiting the
next Booze Boat). Marcus dove and I was his
spotter from the surface. He made it about
10 or 15 feet down before this shark came at him
from the beyond the edge. Later Marcus was
to tell me he never saw the shark until it hit
him. Anyway the shark pushed Marcus back to
the service of the water and then it did the Jaws
swim around us. Both Marcus and I were able
to swim back to the beach to find about 30 people
waiting to greet us.
Well
after about a six pack beer, a pack of smokes and
a short scavy walk back to the barracks, it was
discovered that Marcus had a bruise from the shark
as a war wound. No other trips were
attempted before I left the island.
Hopefully
someone made it successfully to the edge and
returned to tell about it. Good luck if
someone is to try it in the
future...advice?....wear fins, it is a long swim
without them.
1990-1993
TODD
FERGUSON <stfergus@gdats.com> See his 1990
entry
1991-1994
Robin
Francis <robin.f@xtra.co.nz>
See his
1991 entry
Dec 13
1993-Dec 13 1994
NAME =
James l. Reed
MY QUEST
= say hello
E-MAIL =
reedjlr@29palms.usmc.mil
NATIONALITY
= U.S.
SERVICE
= United States Marine Corps
UNIT =
Marine Cadre Instructor (Auxillary Security Force)
NSF Security Department
RANK/RATE/JOB
= SSGT/GYSGT ACTIVE - also worked in the seamens
merchant club
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 = The story about May Day May Day dusk to
dawn MIKE is gone 1994. This did not start
out as progressive party as stated in the island
wide saftey stand down. Progressive parties
just happen. The party started at the Sportsmens
Bar. There we had a rule while a party was going
someone had to be there all the time, so we would
take turns serving the MODACS. MODAC mojo
made into dacquiries with all the extras you would
like to pour into your drink. If you cant Hack
with MODAC go Yack with Jack. NO we did not puke
or piss on you if you passed out. Shit just
happens. We did move on to the GROTT. If you have
been in the GROTT, people have been know to get
there eye brows or mustache shaved when passed
out. Squash You never got mine! Well it
seems while there this guy had to much to drink
and he could not get his head off the toilet. Well
a few other people had to puke or use the toilet
and this guy wouldn't move his head. We did not
encourage this activity, shit happens. Ask me
about naked volley ball
behind
the dive locker. Guess they didn't find out about
that.
1993-1994,
1996-1998
LARRY
DEAN <LarryCountry@aol.com>
THIS IS
LARRY DEAN WRITING, PRIOR MEMBER OF THE DG FIRST
CLASS ASSOCIATION, YACHT CLUB MEMBER, AND DONATOR
OF MONIES TO BRIT AND 61 CLUB. I WAS
STATIONED THERE FROM FEB 1993 TO APR 1994, AND NOV
1996 TO JAN 1998. GREAT PLACE, AND A GOOD
IDEA FOR A SITE. DROP ME A MAIL.
LATER, LARRY (CTT1)
1993-1994
SHIRLEY
ELGAS, NC1, RETIRED <SJE1113@aol.com>
Thanks
so much for the site. I thought I was alone
in my love for DG and the time I spent
there. I was the NSF Career Counselor from
April 93 - June 94.
1989-1993
NAME =
Rod Hobbs <rodhobbs@hotmail.com>
NATIONALITY
= U.S.; UNIT = Fire Chief & Director of
Operations
(see his
1989 entry)
93/94
MIKE
DUMBERG <mickyd@aol.com>
MY QUEST
= for fire
VT of a
SWALLOW = see Riherd
NATIONALITY
= American; SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = Harbor Ops port
control tower
RANK/RATE/JOB
= was an SM2 back then, got out and am in the
telecommunictions buisness
MY
WARSTORY = When MSC decided to send a couple
of tugs (Ron G and Ellen F) back to subic, they
thought it best to save fuel by towing one behind
the other. They hit a storm a couple of days into
the trip and I believe it was the Ron G, started
to take on water and go down. My boss at the time
Master chief Mike Neck (harbor pilot) decided that
we needed to take the AVR boat out and rescue
these guys. The AVR was a piece of shit that could
not make it out of the lagoon without breaking
down. But we loaded it up, and I had to flip a
coin with BM3 Kraig Smith to see who would have
the privledge to die on this garbage scow. Lucky
me, I won the toss. we got underway on our heroic
mission and about 500 yards from the outside of
the small boat basin, we loose steering. So we go
back aft and manually steer this motherfucker for
a awhile, but we aint making no progress. The seas
where rough as shit in the lagoon! God knows about
the open Ocean. Thank Jesus that our LT. was a
pussy and decided to call of this bonehead
mission. All the tug crew was o.k. and eventually
made it to P.I. on the surviving tug.
Jul
'93-Jun '94, Nov '95-Dec '96
BOBBI
CROFT <bobbicroft@earthlink.net>
MY QUEST
= To see if the detailer is crazy enough to send
to DG for a 3rd tour.
VT of a
SWALLOW = Depends on what your swallowing........
NATIONALITY
= Floridiot; SERVICE = US Navy; UNIT = NCTS-TSCOMM
Det
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Was an ET3 then (both times) now an ET2 trying
diligently to make 1st. Teaching TSCOMM
school in Dam Neck, VA; preparing newbies to go to
Dodge.
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories
of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego
Garcia
MY
WARSTORY = Like a lot of other first-termers sent
to DG I didn't know what I was getting myself
into. I think that I must have had a sign on
my back that read "STUPID SOUTHERN GIRL-BUY ME A
DRINK". But I eventually got out of that
alcoholic haze to discover the true beauty of
Diego Garcia.....The Yacht Club. And once I
made it there I never left. Lifetime Member
(still have my card) and two time guest singer for
THE BAND. Formerly known as TOBOTI (Short
for THE ONLY BAND ON THE ISLAND) now known as 7
Degree South. Also did numerous gigs at the
FIL-MAU Club, The Officer's Club, the Brit Club
and the 69 (I mean 61) Club.
Met
a lot of people and made a lot of good friends
there. Still keeping in touch with Carrie
Muehlberg(95-96). Hi George, Hi
Mango!!!!! Learned to windsurf, snorkel and
other things in the water that I may get in
trouble for later. There are so many stories
and so little time. But it is a small Navy
and I am sure that I will run into some of you
again later. So if you remember me (in a
good way) drop me a line. If you remember me
in a bad way don't bother..... Just remember
there is always room for another trip to DG until
the retirement papers are final.
Oct
1993 - Oct 1994
TAFF
BEVAN <softlad@tinyonline.co.uk>
What is
Your Quest? to return D.G to the British
Empire
I am an
ex royal marine I had loads of mates on the rock
greetings to you all and to those who I owe money
to its in the post bye bye
1993-1994
Frank
& Tami Lake (Hill) <FNTLAKE@cs.com>
SERVICE
= U.S. Navy, UNIT = Dive Locker &
Dental, RANK = Hm2(DV) then Hm1 (DV) now, Dt3 AD
then DT3 USNR now
My Time
There is Lost in an Alcoholic Haze, Help Me
Remember!
I'd Like
to Share Precious Memories of
Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego
Garcia
MESSAGE
TEXT = After my short 36 hour trip from L.A. to
D.G. completely exhaustedI am picked up at the
airport and taken to my first yacht club
social. Had at least two mojos, I think,
standing there being introduced to the rest of the
already intoxicated Divers by the overwhelmingly
intoxicated HTCS(DV) I see my future wife.
All I need now is a good pick-up line and a
DIVORCE. So as the HTCS(DV) introduces me to
the last Diver and his girlfriend (my future wife)
I say to her in his presence "You love me and you
are going to marry me, you just don't know it
yet!!" It only took me 2 years to persuade
her. We have now been together 4 years and a
couple of kids!!! Thanks for listening
to our cool Yacht Club Tale!!!
Frank is
still in and going through IDC school. I got out
and work in a civ. dental office and am a
Reservist with MIUWU 106.
My
husband and I have great memories ( I think)of
Dodge!! Nothing like naked sail-a-ways, a fridge
full of boone's wild island and jello shots made
from everclear!!! Feeding my roomdog kelly
30 year old Pepto Bismol tablets and naprosyn
after a long always exciting night at the
brit.....
1993-1998
& 1987-1988
S. J.
"Jack" Welch Jr. <j_welch@gtmo.net>
See his
1987 entry.
1993-1994
& 1998-1999
BRENDA
BRYAN <bjbryan@hotmail.com>
Currenlty
stationed in GTMO, Cuba. Having the time of my
life. DG was like no other site, may even think
about going back for a third time. Great site,
even though I just left there a few months ago it
brings back great memories.
1993-1994
ANDY
LEVY <andus@954access.net>
What is
Your Quest? Relief from boredom
Were you
ever on Diego Garcia? Feb 93 - Feb 94. 365 days
and not a day more. Worked for the Security
department, spending most of my days searching for
a lovely palm tree to nap under...in my patrol
car.
1993-1995
PAT
RIHERD <3111@compuserve.com
What is
Your Quest? Debauchery, HHH
Been
in the nav a while, getting out now. Wish I was
back in DG, sitting on the deck of the Yacht Club
drinking a cold beer watching the time go
by! Miss riding the trails and run throught
the shiggy! Member of the Key West
HHH. Any true hashers in DG?
1993-1995
CHRISTOPHER
DAY <doomsday@cchono.com>
What is
Your Quest? To visit dodge once its a resort!
What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow? Let me
know when your finished.
Were you
ever on Diego Garcia? Yes. at Patwing 1,
Nov93-Feb95. I am an OSC and met my wife in
dodge. we have two kids and still miss dodge.
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