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from 1995 to 1997
Jimmy Medeiros = jjm5524022@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA; Service
= USAF; Outfit = PACAF Det 1 QA for
Annex 17 Fuels
My_Warstory = So many good memories
of DG I can't begin to list them all.
Being in the Air Force we all stayed in
Barracks 17 on the 3rd floor. We all had
our own rooms so life was good. We
always started of with a party in the
break room then headed out to the club.
From there it was off to the Brit club and
then stumble back to the room. I
remember playing a lot of softball, 5K
runs, BBQs and fishing. I work at the
club for a while as a host. I just walked
around and talked with friends and
got paid for it. I also remember hanging
out with some really great people from
the Navy while I was there. My only regret
is I didn't take a lot of pictures.
I guess I was too busy getting hammered.
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."
Sept 1995 through March 1997
Colleen Brennan = mcbrennan11@gmail.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = Contractor
My_Warstory = I accepted an assignment to DG in Sept
of 1995. I worked for the contractor (BJS) and was the
senior ranking female on the island at the time. It
was a challenging assignment, but I was up for it. It
was really lonely at first, but I will never forget
Christmas Day 1995. I had brunch at The Officer's Club
with several of my colleagues, including Jim Piefer,
who has remained a great friend to this day. Although
I really missed my family, my friends on the island
would not let me be sad. Their caring attitude was
what sustained me on DG for my tenure there. I
loved the regatta's at the Yacht Club and performing
in the Dinner Theater we staged. I also performed with
7 Degrees South in 1996. I performed (solo) several
times at the clubs including the Philmau Club. I was
probably the most prominent female vocalist performing
on the island at that time. The 18 months I spent
there are among the best of my life.
Aug 95 to Sep 96
Jon McDonald = bigmacranch@gmail.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = USAF; Outfit = NCOIC Acft
Maint. PACAF
My_Warstory = Had one acft. come in from Kadena AB OK
while I was there. Enjoyed all the folks I met there
reguardless of brThe Hash house was a nice way to
relax, also enjoyed the fishing. My first time was in
78 when we were ferrying fuel in for the SR-71's and
then a few times after that. Anyone from BJS or AIMD
who remembers me drop a note to say hi.
95-96
Ryan Towell retguitars@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = USN; Outfit = VP-40
My_Quest = To get back to Dodge and have it to myself!
My_Warstory = I was there in the USNavy in
95-96, and not a day goes by that I don't think of my
days of fishing just off the Officers Quarters for
skipjack, drinking a fifth of Malibu ($3.49) and just
soaking up the sun.Or
better yet, renting a fishing boat from the Marina,
and taking my snorkel gear with me out by the ol' R
& R, and just jumping in and swimming off the
reefs with rays, turtles and all sorts of coral life.I miss it bad.I worked nights at our hangar, so from 630 am
to 630 pm, i lived the Diego life.Take the bus back to "town" or ride my bike,
crack open a fifth of rum with a 6 pack of coke all
for a total of 5 bucks..., and just hang with the rest
of us guys, which were labeled "the Breakfast Club"
since we were always sitting out partying so early in
the morning.
Everything from the Brit club
to Build your Pizza nights on Tuesday and Thursday
nights, to taking in a movie at the outdoor theater.It truely was paradise.I remember on my way there,
feeling nervous, cause I had heard the horror stories
of Dodge...When I stepped off the plane, and got a
deep breath of clean humid air..I knew this was going
to be great.I remember I
actually teared up when we had to board our flight
out, cause I knew I probably would never see her
again.I try explaining
dodge to my wife and kids, but it's something you
can't explain, it's something that has to be
experienced!
I believe there was one every
day, but one of my favorites was the following:I was working days as an AKAN with my friend
Russ Manske (undesignated at the time) with our
supervisors AK2 Russel, AK2 Montez & Lt. Green.Well, I decided to throw a
party, and Montez had spent a couple of months on a
VP-40 detachment to Masirah, during ramadan, (which,
Montez and I had quite the smuggling operation during
that time.I would bubble
wrap 5ths of 151, and put them in the bottom of
shipping boxes, with a foam pad and parts on top, and
ship them to her, since she was the AK in Masirah.She would then get loaded,
go out shopping and send me 100's of dollars worth of
cuban cigars back, which I would sell on the island.)
Anyway, her first night back I threw a party.I made up 5 gallons of
"MOJO" (fifth of Rum, fifth of Gin, Fifth of Vodka,
half a fifth of tequila, 6 pack of beer, 6 pack of
hawaiian punch and a 6 pack of sprite. Tasted like
Kool-aid..)So, there's my favorite lush, Montez just
drinking and drinking my "juice".We ordered pizza's, and had a Jalepenio eating
competition as well.Well,
we were all standing outside drinking when I noticed
Montez was laughing at nothing, and her speech was
quite slurred, I looked over at her, and she did a
perfect face plant.I
picked her up, (she being only 100 pounds maybe..)we
went to the common area of our barracks, and sat
around talking, Montez sat next to me, and she started
rubbing my upper thigh, etc, which was so "not her".I then got my "boom box" and
hooked up a microphone and thought it would be fun to
record Montez telling stories, since she was so
incoherant and just drooled all overself.Next thing I remember is she
peed herself.So, I
carried her into the bathroom of my room, (hitting her
head on the door frame into the room and into the
bathroom...) Put her on the toilet and left.Came in to check on her, and
she was laying on the floor in her own pee, and vomit.So, I gave her a shower, and
put her in the extra bunk in my room ( roomate was on
detachment to Jeddah.Went
back out and finished the party.Came back in to my room to check on her, she
had fallen out of the rack.So
I put her back in bed, with pillows tucked in around
her. About 2.5 hours later, I got up and got on the
bus to the hangar. I reaked of alcohol and was pretty
sure I was still drunk, along with Russ.Russel asked me where Montez was I told him
about the night before, we got into our supply van and
drove back to town to check on her. She was not in my
room, so we went to her room, knocked on the door.She was just wearing her
t-shirt with "juice" stains all over it!She looked at us and moaned.Of course we laughed at her, and she just said,
"Man that juice was on!" I'm sure we all suffered from
Alcohol poisoning due to only 4 of us drank the whole
5 gallons. That's one of my DG warstories.
95-96
Name = Ryan Towell <retguitars@yahoo.com>
Citizenship = USA
Outfit = Vp-40
My_Quest = To get back to Dodge and have it to myself!
My_Warstory = O.k. so this is a second story. I
just wrote the first one, and that got the memories
going.
O.k. so, now I was working
nights, and having partys during the day. We had
a "band" where we jammed at the MWR music room.
Well, we jammed for a while working on covers like
Pearl Jam, Metallica, Van Halen etc. It was fun,
there was a drum kit, a PA, bass amps, and monitors, I
brought my strat and my Marshall Amp to the island, so
we had a full band going.
Well, we went back to the
barracks, and we started hitting the Rum and Coke (
which was the daily routine, of "The Breakfast CLub"
which is what people called us,cause of our
consumption so early in the days..) Well, I got bored
with the rum and coke, and broke out my blender.
I wanted to get the coconut from a fresh coconut, so I
went outside, got a nut, and I got to the "nut"
itself. I didn't want to crack it open and have
it bust, so I was trying to be careful while opening
it.
I got it cracked, so I
thought ( remember I already had quite a few rum and
cokes...)I could pry it open. So, I took the nut
into my room put it on the desk and grabbed a pair of
scissors. I couldn't get the blade shoved into
the nut, so I got frustrated, and stabbed at the nut
with my right hand, holding the nut with me left, this
intelligent action caused the blade to bounce off the
nut and stab right into the my left hand. The
scissors went in between my thumb and forefinger, and
the tip stopped on the side of my hand about 1 1/2
inches below my pinky. So, of course I pulled
the scissors out, and blood sprayed everywhere, it
looked like a B rate slasher movie. I ran into
the bathroom and grabbed a large white towel.
Went outside to let everyone know I wouldn't be making
"breezers", and took the towel off and opened my hand
and blood sprayed again, some freaked, some laughed, I
walked across to medical. I walked into the
emergency entrance, I was met by our
corpman(woman). I told her what happened.
I was told that we did not have a surgeon on the
island, the Island surgeon was on a flight
"mission". So, they said they may have to fly me
to Singapore. Well, just coming from work, I
knew we had no planes available. Our planes were
down, except one and it was on a flight to
Somalia. So, I started freaking. Luckily, a
surgeon was visiting, awaiting a flight to Somalia, so
she came in and fixed me. I was scared, cause I
knew I wouldn't be able to play guitar again, if I
lost my thumb, which they said would probably
happen. Well, she came in and had to "sew" a
artery back together inside my hand, I was holding our
corpwomans hand, for support. She saw inside my
hand and fainted pulling me half way off the gurney
during emergency surgery. When I was done, went back
to my room, drank some more with the Codeine they gave
me, and passed out. The next day we had band
practice, i changed to drums, and played like Rick
Savage ( one armed drummer from Def Leppard), and it
was great. Codeine and Rum!!!
Anyway, I still have my thumb, and I
still play guitar, I only have about 65% use of my
left hand but it's better than losing it.
Anyway,
Dates_Aboard = jul 95
/jul 96 andy gregory andyanddee@hotmail.com Citizenship = UK Service = Royal Navy Outfit = biot police
ropo 9 dog handler My_Quest = love to go
back do it all again
VT_of_a_Swallow = never done it
My_Warstory = all the great time in all the bar lost
contact with all friends out on fraggle rock see
jerry been on get in touch mate it was the best year
spent in the navy iif you know me get in touch
Jan
1995-Jan 1997 NAME =
Kim Chalfant MY QUEST
= to relive the best two years of my life!!! VT of a
SWALLOW = huh? E-MAIL =
kaw0606@gmail.com NATIONALITY
= none SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
PSD RANK/RATE/JOB
= PN3 always hanging out with Michele Wilkinson
and the other PSD crew. Constantly partying,
ended up finding my soulmate on the
Island...Christopher White he was in the
USMC. Currently living in West Virginia, and
Chris and I have been married for 11 years.
We have a set of identical twin boys. Life
is good, but life on DG was the best. I met
so many great people, and I continue to keep
contact with many from the PSD crew. I have
a million and one DG stories, and the only people
who can truly appreciate them are those who've
been there...and done that!!! MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = All the alcohol I drank on DG has
killed a million brain cells, but I recall quite
distinctly the cross dressing party--turning those
ugly PSD f-ers into a bunch of DG 10s!!! I
remember me, Michele, Donna, Heidi, and Renee
dressing up like extra macho men, complete with
pork chops. I remember wild times at the
Brit Club. Seeing the Brit XO dance around
at the Brit Club with a sock on his Johnson.
I remember the Brit dude giving his compatriot a
BJ right there on the dance floor, then going home
and getting the snot beat out of him by other Brit
Marines. The countless parties at the DG
Yacht Club...the monthly yacht club socials,
deep sea fishing, banana boating in the Lagoon,
countless parties in the barracks, mongonlian BBQ,
pizza night at the XPAT, passing out on the beach,
getting so sunburned that I literally could not
move, Islandwide picnics and the Brits running
naked through the picnic draped in a British flag,
Turtle Cove, tying on the feedbag at Donkey
Burger, calling in CPO pizza, shopping sprees at
the Depot and the Ship's Store, hanging out with
shit faced merchant marines at the Seaman's Club,
being a hardcore groupy to 7 Degrees South, riding
bikes down DG 1, excellent cuisine served at the
Galley, playing volleyball with really tall
Mauritians, and eating Philipino dishes. The
best two years of my life!!!!
6/95-12/95 NAME =
Ian Craig Lytle MY QUEST
= Toseek the grail VT of a
SWALLOW = A european or African swallow? E-MAIL =
evilian@comcast.net NATIONALITY
= caucasian SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
VP46 RANK/RATE/JOB
= Ao3 aviation maintanance ordnance technician MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Other SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell Y
WARSTORY = Back in the summer of '95, I was
involved in a plane wash, you see... and in the
course of this evolution I noticed out of the
corner of my eye, the U.S. Marine Corps island
news reporter/hobag wandering/lingering around our
hangar work area with an equally dumbshit
knuckledragging doofus camera man in tow. I made
every effort to be stealthy in avoiding any
contact with these muldoons to no avail. I was
involved in cleaning the sonobuoy chutes on the
underbelly of the bird in question, when out of
the blue I heard a rather irritating and squeaky
voice to the rear and right of me say as if
addressing a fucking five year old..."And what's
your name?" As my stomach sunk and rolled over I
replied "I'm the boogeyman!" At that point, I
figured that she would be pissed at my smart assed
answer and drift...no such luck.... as I continued
in my endeavour of rendering one of our nation's
finest birds clean and nonetheless more
aerodynamically more effective, I was subjected to
the stupid question of..."If you were an animal on
Diego Garcia, what would it be and why?" shit....I
ain't in the mood for this... My
reply..." A cockroach!" "And
why's that?" My
reply..."They're elusive...they're clever...and
they clean themselves every 15 minutes...unlike
now..." (as a stream of grease drips down my arm
on big dork's camera). She beat feet seconds after
my smart assed remarks...I figured that I'd pissed
her off something fierce...The next day, I was
walking through the hangar and almost everyone I
bumped into would say "Hey, Roach!" and then I
found out that ditsy doo wuggins decided that my
"interview" was the bees knees and recorded and
broadcasted it all over the blankety blank island. Subsequently,I
was
yclept
"ROACH"...
Imagine that...
1995 Matt
Cook <matt@arkhssports.net> I
arrived in Diego Garcia in Aug 1995. Here are the
few things I remember about my year there. I was
with PATWING One, my drinking buddies were Mike
Baird and Matt Floyd. Was sent to rehab becuase I
was drinking at 7am every day. They had to
remember that I woked from 7p - 7a every day. I
remember having to sober up when I left.
1995-96 NAME =
Travis Reardon MY QUEST
= I seek the grail VT of a
SWALLOW = gulp! E-MAIL =
sackboy@krock.com NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
NCTS RANK/RATE/JOB
= CTT3 then, out now 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 = Knock,knock, at the door. I answered
the door naked, there was my buddy John Snyder.
They had pulled has ass out of work to take me to
medical. My a-hole roommate ratted me out as
being too drunk, didn't think there was such
a thing on the island. This came from a guy
that considered a wild night as staying in and
sipping Baileys Irish Cream. I got dressed on my
own went to medical, they said i was fine and sent
me back. The next day Chief bitched me out at
work, this was the same jerk who was buying me the
drinks at bosses night the previous evening. Seems
like its his fault as much,if not more, than mine.
I hope my rat roommate died a slow baileys induced
death and i hope chief's pucker swallowed him
whole because he's such a big a-hole. Wassup to
John Snyder, Brian Shrout, Donnie Johnson, Bobby
Sejnoha and all the guys the Strange Brew softball
team. See his website about DG.
Sep
1995 - Sep 1996 NAME =
Brian Cantleberry MY QUEST
= To get back to Dodge VT of a
SWALLOW = Depends, is there a head wind and has he
been drinking Captain Morgan? E-MAIL =
bwc1967@yahoo.com NATIONALITY
= U.S. SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
NSGD - C Site RANK/RATE/JOB
= CTO1 then, ITC(force conversion)now. Over 20 and
3 1/2 to go. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = The first day I arrived on the island I
got drunk at the "Pavvi" next to buiding 13,
behind Diego Burger II. I was assured that I
needed to, "Stay
awake or my internal clock would be screwed up for
days." Needless to say, I was introduced to the
Captain that day and we've been good friends ever
since. I have a lot of good memories during my
year there. The parties, the BBQ's, more parties,
more BBQ's, getting a twice-baked tan, all the
great fish, progressive parties, trips to the
plantation, those damn chickens, combing the
beaches, and Shorty the cat. Made a lot of good
friends while I was there; Steve, Bonnie, Lori,
Susan, Mike, Lisa, Ann, Danny, and the list goes
on. Good times! Great food at the club, I still
haven't found a decent Mongolian BBQ since I left
there.
MAY
1995 NAME =
DAVID MCGAHEE E-MAIL =
MCGAHEE13@AOL.COM NATIONALITY
= AMERICAN SERVICE
= AIR FORCE UNIT =
3RD AIR DIVISION RANK/RATE/JOB
= WAS TSGT E-6. NOW RETIRED SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell MY
WARSTORY = I WAS PART OF A CONTINGENT OF TWO. MY
BOSS WAS MSGT THEODORE GIBBS. WE WERE ATTACHED
WITH STRATEGIC AIR COMMAND (SAC) FROM GUAM.
OUR JOB WAS TO PROVIDE CARE TAKER STATUS TO ALL
ASSIGNED ASSESTS FOR ANY FUTURE CONFLICT.
WHILE I WAS THERE THE FIRST AIRCRAFT CARRIER
DOCKED.
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
sept
1995 thru Oct 1996 NAME =
jerry Steele MY QUEST
= To find some old buddies and walk down memory
lane VT of a
SWALLOW = nothing compared to my old black lab
monty E-MAIL =
khunjerry@hotmail.co.uk NATIONALITY
= British once SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
Brit Customs RANK/RATE/JOB
= just about to retire from the navy and live in
Thailand MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = I'd Like to Share Precious Memories
of Drinking/Fishing/Snorkeling/Sailing on Diego
Garcia MY
WARSTORY = My time on fraggle rock is forever
etched into my memory like it only happened a
couple of years ago and not a decade. I dont
think that i have one unhappy memory from DG and
in my time there i cant remeber a single day that
i was not in tears of laughter. The job at
the airport allowed me to meet so many people of
whom now i have lost touch with over the
years. Most of the time i spent in some sort
beer induced stupor either in the seamans mission
with my old black dog monty who stuck by my side
and even drank more than me, he certainly had alot
more chances with the women than me. Reading
though a few of other warstories so many names
come flooding back. George Laughin is one of
them.In july 96 the a british sub called in to dg
for a week, in that time the the large canvass
awning used by the wardroom for cocktail parties
went missing. This caused a great amont of trouble
for the Brit party and for George as i was left on
wharf side. After much ranting and raving the sub
sailed without it under the impression that it had
slipped off the dock in to water. i can put my
hand up now and say without any guilt of the
expense that it may have cost the British tax
payer that the said item was cut and fitted by
myself, Gary the Brit Marine and a few of our
fellow friends from the PI out side their sea hut
in Palmsville even before the sub sailed.This is
just one of countless tales that evolved over the
period i was there.I spent several drunked
evenings in GITMO Bay cuba five years ago with
some of the lads that used to work at the airport
with me and play in the bamd 7 degrees
south.January last year my ship stopped in for
24hrs to refuel this gave me time to see some old
faces and go to cannon point to pay my respects to
the best friend i ever had and had to leave on the
island "MONTY". Many memories have come flooding
back writing this, and with the box of photos will
stay with me to the grave. If anybody remebers
Jerry and Monty please drop aline.If anybody is in
Thailand we still have the elephant patrol but we
are now down to only two of us
dec
95-dec 96 NAME =
Paul Gisclair MY QUEST
= To seek old D.G. softball and alcohol
consumption buddies VT of a
SWALLOW = E-MAIL =
paulg@bellsouth.net NATIONALITY
= cajun SERVICE
= navy UNIT =
comm center across from air ops(can't remember
official name) RANK/RATE/JOB
= ET3 then and civilian comm tech now MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Fishing Story MY
WARSTORY = My buddy Chris Maule and i hooked into
a white tip shark and wahoo at the same time.We
spent at least 30 min trying not to get entangled
with each other.Landed both and have pics to prove
it!Never really understood all the cross dressing
that went on but other than that had the time of
my life on D. G.
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.
1995 -
1996 NAME =
Christopher L. Hopson MY QUEST
= To get back to "The Rock" VT of a
SWALLOW = E-MAIL =
hopdog1@hotmail.com NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= U.S. Navy UNIT =
NSF Diego Garcia RANK/RATE/JOB
= YN1/E6 - Now a civilian located in Seattle, WA. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = When first taking orders to DG I was
like oh hell, I'm in for a tour of duty at a place
that was the pit from hell. Well the first
several days on the island seemed just like
that....that's until I had the pleasure of meeting
some of the great friends that I still have to
this day. The first person I came in to
contact on the island was YN2 Roy Kingston (one of
my workers)....well YN2 Kingston gave me the run
down on the island, who to deal with and who not
to deal with...I had another friend there by the
name of YN2 Clarance White (Now LT White)...Did I
mention YN2 Kingston is now (YNC(SW)
Kingston)....well anyway, after meeting the people
that I met, I wanted to finish my career on DG...I
could've done 10 years on that place. I had
the pleasure of meeting a certain YN1(AW) who
worked at PSD and in the beginning we didn't get
along...but nearly 10 years later, she's my best
friend in the world and we see eachother at least
once. She lives in Tampa, Florida and I live
in Seattle, WA. so you know that special DG bond
is what brings us together. There were so
many sleepless nights and parties going on that
you couldn't help but bond with those special
people. I still talk with YNC(SW) and the LT
along with several others. Man, I thought DG
was the best duty station in the Navy then and I
still think it now.
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
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.
Nov 7
1995 to Nov 14 1996 NAME =
Terry Cronin (former Hm3 type- "Doc Conan") MY QUEST
= since the holy grail is out, to go back to the
rock. VT of a
SWALLOW = which one,South African? E-MAIL =
tdclacprc@aol.com NATIONALITY
= Irish Catholic SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
NSF Medical RANK/RATE/JOB
= Hm3 while on the island, medically retired. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First
REAL Club Med Opens SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other MY
WARSTORY = I was dying reading all these old war
stories. I played drums also, for a band on the
island( new direction) I don't know if I'll be
hunted down and dragged accross coral for being
connected to this band.Mad Max and I used to have
a few beers and talk drums at the clubs on weekend
nights. Iwas a gym rat mostly, I ran 6 to 10 miles
a day and worked out in the gym and mostly power
tanned, I have to say that there was not one
person on that island that I did not
respect. I think about everyone I came to know on
"The Rock" on a regular basis. The old videos help
when I come home to a snow filled driveway here in
chicago(well the northern burbs really)and gas and
diesel fumes on me have replaced the tanning
lotion that I long for.
Dec
1995-Dec 1996 NAME =
Michael Loy MY QUEST
= I seek the holy Grail (After I lost it in a
volley ball game at the Hash House) And break
every British law on the island VT of a
SWALLOW = African or European? E-MAIL =
osimodel@attbi.com; NATIONALITY = Yeah Baby Not!;
SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = NCTS R site; RANK/RATE/JOB
= DS1 ET1 I cant remember my rate its such a
blur!! Security Analyst _skills I learned from
Hacking the base dial up Internet connection. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Green Eco-Freak Who Hates How
the Brits Have Taken Such Good Care of The Island SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in the Club MY
WARSTORY = The Famous R-site Cross-Dress
Party. Sometime In spring not actually sure
of the month since there is only two seasons Wet
& Hot and Hot & Wet. Some of my esteemed
drinking friends decided to have a a ET / DP RM
cross dress party with special invitation to a
couple of SK's to corrupt for fun. As the
story goes the masses assempled with borrowed,
stolen, or traded in most cases clothing of the
opposite sex. I my self sported a stunning
ruby dress and a pair of black boots and a 1/2
hour makeup crash course (from one of those SK's
we planned to corrupt) which nicely accented my
tattoo and road rash from drunken bike
crashes! We Paraded over to the Yacht club
After stopping at the Diego Mart to buy beer and
booze of course. During our on foot parade to the
Yacht club Our CO Of NCTS happened to drive by and
notice the the strange gaggle of sailors strutting
down the road. The notice was perhaps by several
well dressed girls eerrr guys who were performing
cat calls and inticing the old man in sexual body
language. I waved and Said, "Hi Skipper! My
eval is on your desk" He drove on as if in a
daze.
As
we arrived at the yatch club other crossed
dresser's seemed to be converging on the local to
get drunk and stupid (I was all ready there) There
was some biker girl guys, some guy in a flamingo
dress, Some guys well... looked good! And me
in my Ruby dress. For the Girls well they look
like girls in guys clothing except for the one
pimp, and one looking like the Indian from the
Village People complete with foot bells (Why on
earth someone brought foot bells to Diego
exemplifies Diego!!!) Well the party raged on all
night, drunk and stupid people every where doing
stange stuff. Many men explored there new
sexuallity with a Fashion show followed by a Strip
show. and as for those SK's ? Yeah baby!
total corrupted I never thought some one can
get so wasted so fast! Well the Party started to
move into the Brit Club Where people started
to notice us. or should I say Marines.
Now it has been proven a drunk Marine see beutiful
women every where. So we took advantage of
the situation and started to dance with the
Marines. Now they did not actually notice we
were a bunch of drunk cross dressed sailors
so when one of the Marines tried to cop a feel on
a one of the more sexy RMs he got a hand
full.. Freaked out he was!! A few more
freaked out when three or four of us took off our
dresses and and said "Hey Soldier!" in a
sexy voice. A few ran into the mens head to
wash themselves or something, others ran off, one
tripped of a picnic table and knocked the SeeBees
beer pryamid over. A fight erupted and we decided
to beet feet. About twenty well cross
dressers ran out of the Brit club foot bells and
all down DG1. Right past the radio station
and into the bowlling alley where we partied for
another couple of hours till day break.
End
of Story - I still got a great eval! due to my YN
buddy! (case of Beer) The Marines were seen
humpin packs up and down Diego1for a week for
starting a fight at the brit club!!
1995 to
1996 NAME =
Conrad Koch E-MAIL =
conrad@emcccontrols.com NATIONALITY
= American SERVICE
= Navy UNIT =
Ground Electronic Maintainance Division RANK/RATE/JOB
= ET2 then. Civilian now 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 = One night, the Air Traffic Conrollers
had a cross dressing party. That was one hell of a
party. It is amazing how much I forgot about that
place. All the names are in the back of my head.
My best friends were Ray Condon (HT2), Ann Bowles
(ET2), George Rexford (ET2), Brian Hopp (ET1 and
made it to ET2), Yumi (ET2), and others whose
names escape me.
1995-1996 MORGAN
SMITH <morgan_smith01@hotmail.com> Ted, I
just have to say that yours is by far the best
website about D.G. I was There from Dec. of 1995
to Dec. of 1996. I was an RM3 attached to NCTS (R-
site). I worked in the CMS Vault and was fortunate
enough to have a Chief that was really cool, my
days usually ended around 13-1400, which gave me a
lot of time to explore. I too knew Pineapple
George, Mango, Jimmy and other members of the 7
degrees south band. There was more than one
occasion of singing "Margarita Ville".
One thing that I noticed that you did not have on
the site was that there was mountain biking on
D.G. While there were not any mountains, there was
still a vast amount of jungle. Pineapple and some
others (names unknown) are responsible for the
over 8 miles of bike trails that were cleared. It
was a daily routine for me to ride those trails
and to perfect my technical skills. Pineapple was
and still is one of the best riders that I've ever
met, the man was fast. He taught me a few things
about biking and bike mechanics. He's a good man
and thanks to your site, I was able to find his email
and get back in touch with him.
My
life on D.G. was great, I made some good friends
and had good times. It's funny, it seems like time
stops while on D.G. While the rest of the world
keeps progressing, life on D.G. stays relatively
the same, which made returning to the States a
little disorienting. I experienced the best salt
water fishing in my life, I learned a bit about
sailing and windsurfing.
It's funny, before I was stationed on D.G. I was
on the USS Independence CV-62 out of Yokosuka,
Japan. When I received orders, I asked some of my
seniors if they had ever been to D.G. and they
said you poor bugger, you're going there? It
sucks! They were obviously there before all of the
construction. The barracks were really quite
decent, (I've seen college dorms that were worse),
there were quite a few things to do there, i.e.
sailing, water skiing, wakeboarding(to my
knowledge I was the first to wakeboard the D.G.
lagoon)deep sea fishing, snorkeling, golf bowling
and most of all PARTIES. Man, it seemed like there
was a party going on somewhere, every day. I
had some really good times on one of the most
beautiful places on earth. As a friend of
mine from Trenton New Jersey said to me while we
were kicking back on a 17' Mako with our lines in
the water and looking back at the white sand
beaches, coconut palms and turquoise waters, " Can
you freakin' believe we're actually getting paid
to spend a year here?"
Thanks
for the stroll down memory lane...
October
1995 - November 1996 NAME =
Connie Clubb <clucon@hotmail.com> MY QUEST
= Glad I am out of the Navy. SERVICE
= US Navy; UNIT = Electronics Techinician at NSF;
RANK/RATE/JOB = I am a civilian now.
JAN
1995-JUL 1996 DONNA
BUCK <dbuck93929@aol.com> MY QUEST
= TO RETIRE NAVY AT THIS POINT. ALMOST DONE.
2 MORE YEARS VT of a
SWALLOW = NOW THAT WOULD DEPEND WOULDNT IT ON THE
AMOUNT OF BAD BEER SERVICE
= U. S. NAVY; UNIT = PSD; RANK/RATE/JOB = WAS:
PN2 NOW: PN1 RETIRE IN 23 MOS, CURRENTLY
STATIONED @ PERSUPP DET NAS OCEANA, VA ON MY LAST
TOUR. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First
REAL Club Med Opens SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Please Select a Title For Your
Story, or Select 'Other' MY
WARSTORY = GOSH, WHERE TO BEGIN? I STARTED
PARTYING IN JAN 1995 AND THEN HAD TO STOP IN JUL
1996 AND COME BACK TO THE STATES TO BE A
RESPONSIBLE PARENT. I SPENT A GREAT 18
MOS OVER THERE. I WOULD DEFINITELY RECOMMEND IT AS
A TOUR TO ANYONE THAT ASKS. I WAS THE TYPICAL
ATHLETIC ALCOHOLIC, DIDN'T DRINK DURING THE WEEK
(OF COURSE UNLESS THERE WAS A REASON TOO) PLAYED
ALL THE SPORTS AND ALOT OF PTING, NOW ONLY DURING
THE WEEK MIND YOU, CUZ THE WEEKENDS WERE SAVED FOR
THE BRIT CLUB AND YACHT CLUB SOCIALS AND ANY OTHER
DRINK FEST THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN GOING ON. GEE, I
DONT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO WALK HOME FROM
THE BRIT CLUB, CUZ OF COURSE I DIDNT GET THE LAST
BUS. SO SOMEONE WILL LET ME KNOW IF DG DOES TURN
INTO THE "1ST REAL CLUB MED" RIGHT? I WILL BE ON
THE NEXT FLIGHT. WELL I HAVE TO STOP FOR NOW, CUZ
I COULD WRITE ALL NITE ABOUT THE GREAT MEMORIES
AND FRIENDS THAT I HAD ON THE ISLAND. YOU
ALL TAKE CARE,
DONNA BUCK
1995 to
1996 FRANK
PEREZ III <Frank_Perez@webtv.net> NATIONALITY
= Hispanic; SERVICE = U.S. Navy; UNIT = U.S. Navy
Support Facility Diego Garcia; RANK/RATE/JOB =
Then: YN2 Now: YN1 SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Fishing Story MY
WARSTORY = I played a small role in relocating a
400 lb Blue Marlin (1995 Catch of the Year) to the
pier. BEAUTIFUL FISH!!!
1995 -
1996 JOHN
"BIGJOHN" WHITEHOUSE <bigjohn@itiaccess.com> What is
Your Quest? To retire and travel! What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow? The
distance from the DGYC to the Brit Pit after a
Social! Getting
ready to retire. :) I'm over here in Va Beach, Got
my kids :) I was the DJ at the Yacht Club Socials
for the year I was there WOW! What a blast!
Also Dj'd country at the Eclub to. I'd love to go
back and do more things. Like I said I had a
BLAST! Too many to describe. Word up to Mango
& Pinapple. Has anyone seen my friends
Carrie Muelhberg or Bobbie Croft?
1995 JON
HOFFMANN <j_hoff@yahoo.com> What is
Your Quest? Home What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow? African
or European?????? How did
you find my page? Dumb Luck Tell Me
All About Yourself: A mess, a total mess. The
second time around is not that bad. You know what
you are looking for and know what to do. The beach
and the weather is awesome.
Feb
1995 - Feb 1997 JOHN
BAGBY <jbagby@alltel.net> What is
Your Quest? To spend the rest of my life
with my wife, the good ole southern girl that she
is. She'll whip my tail if I don't stay in line. What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow? As fast
as it needs to be Sure as
heck hate the fact that fellow First Class Petty
Officers let some chicken **** outfit take over
the house. Far to many memories to forget
Dec
1995-Jan 1997 BRIAN
JILG <brian.jilg@homenetwerks.com> SERVICE
= USN; UNIT = NCTS, N61, Receiver
Site; RANK/RATE/JOB = ET2 now inactive. DG
was my last tour of duty, now a silly villian and
enjoying life. MY
WARSTORY = The haze started to swirl around and
began to clear up slowly. I was lying
somewhere but I was not sure where I was. I
did not really care. I was pretty sure I was not
in the scavvy like some people had a
tendency to do when they passed out. I did
not feel anything crawling on me, so that was a
good sign. It was also cool, so I knew I was
inside. I opened my eyes for a moment and
realized I was in my room. I just lied there
motionless trying not to think of anything because
it made my head hurt. I was glad my roommate was a
crypto weenie, he had the day shift that day, so I
would not have to listen to him all day long as I
tried to pull myself together. Slowly images
began to climb back into my conciousness.
hmm. Yes that is it. We had to bowl last
night. Our team was called the Boozer
Boys. We were awful! No we were okay,
just not great, only because we drank plenty o
beer when we bowled. Yes I began to
remember, we played one of the Filipino teams and
they were very good. In fact they were the best
team on the island. They would go through
teams like a typhoon going through their homeland.
We did not expect to do well.
So it
is bowling time and our team is composed of Rob
Schreur, Kirk (what's his name again?), Dillon
Ward, Dave (I cannot rememeber his name now...),
and probably others, but that was our primary
team. I think. It is soo hazy now.
Anyways we had our rituals. The third and
the seventh frames were beer frames. The
loser of these frames had to buy everybody a round
of beer. So the competition was pretty tight
on these frames. People would just pull
strikes out of their ass to avoid paying for the
beer frame. Well the beer frame goes on into
each succesive frame until there is a definitive
winner. Well the other part of this ritual
also said that you had to finish your beer
before your next turn when your got it. So
it was pretty harsh. Of course throw in the
casual drinking as the games go along, and well
you can see the
end result.
Well
these Filipino guys were good. They were
damn good. They were also smart. They
knew we had beer frames and had to consume our
beers. So what did they do? They
bowled faster. They kept going one right
after the other and we had to keep up in the
frames with them, so we had to go fast too!
So we are pounding our beers mightily and with
reckless abandon. They figured we would get
drunk and be a wash out. They did not know
they were up against the
Boozer Boys! We kicked their asses!
And during the course of three games, which went
very quickly indeed, we had quaffed down eight
beers apiece! We were soooo drunk and gave them so
much crap for trying to cheat. They tucked
their tails between their legs and crawled
home. The night was young for us
though. We went over to the 61 Club and
proceeded to drink more. B-52's were the
drink of choice that night as I best recall.
There were actually about three women in the bar,
all at once! It was incredible! Three
living breathing women in the same room! We
danced, we sang songs of our jubilant victory,and
had a rousing good time! Unfortunately there
was one girl there that looked better to me as the
night went on. I was talking to her more and
more. I felt like I wanted to kiss her.
Somewhere in my brain though there was a force
that would not allow me to kiss her. No
matter how much I wanted to. She talked to
me a lot after that night. Always said hi
and wanted to hook up. When I realized the
next morning what I almost did, I was truly
afraid. Sure enough the guys ribbed me for
hitting on her the next day. Well she looked
nice at the moment.
I
think we closed the bar down. We stumbled
home and wrestled the whole way home and beat the
crap out of each other. I don't really remember
much else. I think we went and drank more beer in
the barracks. All I know is I awoke with a
groggy feeling and that was the Diego Haze.
So I went snorkeling later that day and enjoyed
the most beautiful waters on earth and said to
myself:
"Self,
What the hell were you thinking last night and how
in the hell did you spend sixty dollars on one
night in Diego Garcia?"
Aug
95-Aug 96 MICHELLE
K. (MYERS, COFFEY) HALL
<michelle.k.hall@saic.com> MY QUEST
= Party, Party, Party. It never left me even
though I left DG VT of a
SWALLOW = I don't know, I don't swallow. I
love Monty Python SERVICE
= US NAVY; UNIT = "C" Site RANK/RATE/JOB
= Then - CTAC; Now - Retired in 1997 and now
working for SAIC in Arlington, VA. MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First
REAL Club Med Opens SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = This is a No-Shit Drinking
Story: What a great place, although it did
have it's moments. My favorite toys there
were the Royal Marines and the Royal Navy!!!
DG was the best tour I had out of all of them -
what a different place. Sunday was recovery
day but I can't exactly remember what I was
recovering from, well I remember some of it but
hey I could make a movie out of that part and sell
it to Playboy. I miss all the people who
made it such a fun place.
1995-1999 ABE JARO
<ranger98@hotmail.com> QUEST =
200 pound grouper on a 25 lb-test hand line SWALLOW
= zero after it slams on the jbd of a carrier NATIONALITY
= Filipino, SERVICE = US Navy, UNIT = NDI tech for
AIMD, RANK = AMS2 to AMS1 SUBJECT
= Professional Adventurer Looking For The Ultimate
Get Away
I
got here in June '95 and fell in love with the
place. the next month I extended for another year
and after that I kept extending until they won't
extend me anymore. As of now, I hold the
record for the longest continuous stay,
militarywise. I started "captain's mast" and
a lot of people can attest to that. I have a
hangout in Palmsville called Barracks 7 and it got
famous because of all the outstanding parties we
have on weekends and weekdays. It has been a
tour of fishing, fishing and more fishing. I used
to take out the whole gang on a saturday afternoon
of LCM fishing trip and then have a fish fry that
night. After we had our fill of fish (we do it the
old fashioned way, fried whole with the head on),
I would conduct "captain's mast". I would put on a
pith helmet, an eye patch, with a gavel and a
bottle of Captain Morgan. I'll form a jury, which
is not a hard job cuz all you got to do is shout
"guilty", a prosecutor and a defense attorney, who
serve the sentence with his/her client. It is the
most filmed event in my time here and a lot of
people took
them home with them. I am headed to another
paradise, Barking Sands, Hawaii in November and by
that time I would have been here 4 years, 5 months
and a day.
Jan
1995-Dec 1995 ERIC
SESIT <sesites@exchange.airlant.navy.mil>
Nothing
funnier than seeing a DG rooster painted red,
white and blue. Our hosts loved that.
Chickens were always the favorite "toy of choice."
You could have so much fun with them. Did you ever
do a chicken round-up? That's where you drive
around in one of those little vans seeing how many
chickens you can cram in there. It's fun for about
15, but then they start flying back out faster
than you can get them in.
There
is also a real "Round up". When the chicken
population gets to the point of ridiculous, the
brits and the island workers quietly go out at
night and "thin the ranks".
Cats
are another great toy. They were supposed to help
keep the pest population down, now they are the
pests. Seems like home sick americansadopt
them and feed them so the brits have to catch a
few every once in a while and put them to sleep.
Since drugs are too expensive, they take the cages
and drown the cats. By the way, the cages they
catch the cats in are baited with pizza which
demonstrates how these ferrel cats more resemble
garfield.
By
the way, loved the website. Brought back a lot of
memories. I would really love to go back to DG but
then I start thinking about all those celibate
nights, I quickly change my mind. [editor's
note: You would bring that up....here I'd
almost forgotten about that side of DGAR...as for
the chicken round-ups, I remember them too
too. In 86 or 87 the Brits decided to
declare 'open season' on chickens for one
day. They figured the TCNs would go round
them up, mercifully execute them and eat
them. But it was a Sunday, and all the young
toughs got drunk up and went out and killed
chickens using some pretty gross methods. As
I recall the story, the helicopter pilots went out
with golf clubs and practiced on the chicks - that
sort of thing. Was very "Lord of the
Flies-ish". Anyway, that was the last of
'open seasons' and the Brits went back to secret
roundups and drownings in the same cages they used
for cats.]
"ALL OF
1995" WILL
FRIDAY <designer@pixelator.com> What is
Your Quest? I seek the Holy Ale. USN
Retired 1996, self-employed, married with six
kids, three of whom are adults. I'm an artist,
actor, jack of all trades and master of one or
two. Baseball fan, chess player, softball
player, liar (sometimes), fisherman, hunter, and
famous lover. Don't be afraid to write. Even
if you don't have anything nice or intelligent to
say.
1995-1996 STEVE
KUBIK <sdk10159@aol.com>
Ex
Navy. Retired in 97. Loved the page. Brought
back some happy, and not so happy, memories.
Loved the bit on Animal House, errr, I mean, the
Brit Club.
I
went
back and read those war stories. I LMAO on
most of them as, years later, some things never
change. I can't add to those stories, but I'd
like to share some things that still make me laugh
when I think about them.
Does
anyone remember the year round softball? How
we had a 6 week season and then started it all over
again? How 'bout some of those awful team
names. Like mine: The Red-headed Step
Children?
Speaking
of softball, does anyone remember how small those
fields were? A ninth grader could put the ball over
the fence. And how about those fence
signs? "Visit the Marina" and "Gap" and "MWR -
it's for you" and "Gap"... I'd like to meet
the rocket scientist who thought that one up.
And
who will forget seeing the cheickens painted Red,
White and Blue? Anyone want to 'fess up to
that? I don't think the ROPO's ever caught
them. Some trends seem to be ageless.
Or
how 'bout the two week menu cycle and the 4
different ways to serve pot roast? I don't
think I ate any poultry for a year after leaving
Dodge.
Most
importantly,...The Hash House. Oh, the Friday
nights where some of us went to "Captains Mast" with
a bottle of Captain Morgan and Coke.
Ann, do you remember those nights? The monthly "Rot
Gut Winefest." Oh, the memories....
Anyone
got any others to share?
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