May-September
1997
Paul Sime = paul.sime@manxutilities.im
Citizenship = UK; Service = Brit fishery patrol;
Outfit = MV Northern Desire
My_Quest = A shrubbery
VT_of_a_Swallow = African or European ?
My_Warstory = Not exciting really just thought I'd
see if any names looked vaguely familiar and see
if anyone remembered me , I was the young long
haired geordie engineer aboard the fishery patrol
vessel , we'd do either a 12 or 5 day patrol
depending on whether we were dropping the RM off
on one of their ops on the other little islands .
Loved my time out there out there, drank many
beers ate many teryaki burgers and racks of ribs ,
made a few mates tried and failed miserably to
chat up the lovely lass in the C&W building
despite her loving my broad Geordie accent and me
giving her a crash course in Geordie.
I thought I was fairly
fit and healthy and good at drinking til I met
some of the crowd out there especially when I was
invited along to join in a game of footy one
weekend , I was still sweating out most of the
previous nights beer despite having done my watch
aboard the boat that morning then proceeded to
watch everyone else on the pitch running around
all sprightly and full of energy , apologies again
to the little Mauritian guy playing on the wing
who I accidentally flattened due to my hangover
induced slowness. Had some cracking nights on the
beer with the other Brits out there generally
ending up with me in a crumpled heap half asleep
in the corner or tormenting the DJ in the Brit
Club to play some metal . Cheers to whoever it was
that gave me a lift back to the docks when I woke
up under some tree after an alien themed party .
Great times indeed . I'll try and dig out some
photos to chuck into the archives Cheers !
1997
AT3 Frank Cirillo = fccirillo@hotmail.com
Citizenship = USA; Service = USN; Outfit = VP40
My_Quest = To meat and bang as many Thai chicks as
possible.
VT_of_a_Swallow = I dont know?
My_Warstory = Loved Dodge. That was the real
Navy. Navy Chiefs are all arrogant
pontificating premadonnas.
october 1996 -sept.2001
Name = Ronaldo L Mangalino
submit_by = bhaywolf69@yahoo.com
Citizenship = Filipino
Other_Country =
Service = Contractor
Other_Service =
Outfit = annex 9 trans. dept.
My_Quest = annex o9 transportation mechanic
VT_of_a_Swallow =
My_Warstory = hey this is a real
story, i have my record in B.I.O.T. police
station. i was put in jail damn it was soooo cold
during my inprisonment thats the time the jail was
renovated. it was also the time when timmy was put
to sleep. he is a military dog.i still remember
R.O.P.Os name like ROPO 5 Haydee Dunn ROPO 10 Andy
Varah, ROPO 6 David Mcaffrey, ROPO 11 Ollie Olsen.
most of the british military have become my
friends especially andy varah, he visited me in
philippines twice. hey who can forget the fullmoon
platoon and island wide picnic. gosh i miss the
place its a unique paradise. Anyway i lost my
temper which led to my imrisonment and lost my
good job. too much opportunity have lost. now i am
working in saudi arabia but given a chance i want
to work in D.G. again. by the way my purpose for
posting my story is to have a communication to any
of the brit military who took care of me. i was
not treated as a prisoner i became trustee right
away. guys im ronnie contanct me in my e- mail ad.
bhaywolf 69@yahoo.com ronaldo mangalino. thx
Dates_Aboard
= 1997_1999
David Dempsey dempseydavid@yahoo.com
Citizenship = USA
Service = USN
Outfit = AIMD
My_Quest = To Prove Navy Chiefs can't find a
mountain in the Philippines
VT_of_a_Swallow = When I'm done
My_Warstory = I dealt with the cowerdly AIMD lead
by LTT Hammond, During the time of Capt Cunningham
and LCDR Jagonitch "or someting like that". She
destroyed the first class association by removing
the first classes from a place they got permission
to build on and they also made a place that was
there own. LCDR decided she wanted a coffee shop
she could only use an existing structure so she
took the Hash House for her New York dream. She
ruined the first class association and only
thought of herself I was ouspoken and I ruined my
career. I hope shes happy it was a sad time.
Diego Garcia
DEC 97 - DEC 98
NAME =
Brendan Smith
MY QUEST
= to find the perfect Whiskey, oh yeah and my old
roomate RM1? RMC? Rodney Sowders VT of a SWALLOW =
...is it an African Swallow or European swallow?
E-MAIL =
brendan_j_smith@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= American
SERVICE
= NAVY
UNIT =
NAVSECGRUDET
RANK/RATE/JOB
= CTRSN, CTR2 left Navy in 03
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Drink A Lot, Cheap
MY
WARSTORY = So, My friend is getting married and I
hurry back to the barracks from "C" site. In the
time I change out of my uniform and into civies a
monsoon starts. By the time I can walk from
barracks 13 to the 61 club the pitiful drainage on
DG is flooded and there is a moat around the damn
"E" club. I am completely drenched as I go inside
and the AC is so cold you could hang meat at the
bar. I need a drink in the worst way. After I
pound back 1, 4, 6, 10...who knows. The groom
comes by with the camcorder. I say, "Hey, by the
time I catch up to you guys in Hawaii, you're son
we'll be born." My buddy replies "Thanks dude, our
parents don't know she's pregnant yet!" To that I
reply, "Well folks, let me be the first to
congratulate you on your new Grandson, and now I
need another drink to put out these flames
'cuz I just crashed and burned!"
96-98
NAME =
Conrad Matt
MY QUEST
= To realize my physical Mojo limit.
VT of a
SWALLOW = Depends on the viscosity of the fluid
swallowed.
E-MAIL =
seematt@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= amarikin
SERVICE
= Army, but that was an earlier story
UNIT =
BJS Mis-Manager
RANK/RATE/JOB
=
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First
REAL Club Med Opens
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in the Club
MY
WARSTORY = One night at the Yacht Club Social the
mojo was really weak....I had 8 and didn't feel a
think. Next Yacht club social someone else
made it and I woke up in the sand at the Brit Club
and someone was throwing pebbles at me...I tried
to squint and find the culprit, but found I
couldn't move....around 1 am or so a corpsman came
over and asked if I wanted to go the infirmary...I
told him 'Where were you 2 hours ago...' I
made it to the drunk van, crawled out and passed
out on the lawn near the ROPO office...a ROPO i
knew was kind enough to drop me at my door.
I went to the Next AA meeting, thinking 'Oh,
shit. I have a drinking problem.' But
after a few 'hello, my name is Mark, and I'm an
alcoholic' Hello Mark! rounds,
and hearing their stories, I realized that I was
not an alcoholic, but a sometime binge drinker, so
I just had to take it slower.
Hiya
April Herald if you read this (she was
a Cutie!!). Many fond memories of 'Spider
night' at the Voodoo Lounge, Ray Weaver's wake
(anyone know where he's buried? I'll pay my
respects). Bongski where are you? Did
you ever learn to rollerblade? CDR Hillery
trying to drown me that one race during a squall
when the laser capsized in the channel!! A
drunken bike ride to get more booze which ended up
face down in the coral (ouch!) thanks to the
Filipinos at the Pool. Thanks to Mandy and
Erwin for saving me from myself. The other
cool Mauritians, and anyone who caught any of all
the wonderful fish I ate there....Those Navy
Lieutenants who made life interesting, and the
ever so sexy CMDR Winters...Dino and Willie from
the IT shop. Barry Tallant ....hey Barry
let's go sailing! Whatever happened to Tom
who used to run the sailing program at MWR?
1997-1998
NAME =
Erwin Steinlein aka "AFHIPPIE"
MY QUEST
= No worries... be happy...
VT of a
SWALLOW = 1 gulp or 2?
E-MAIL =
afhippie@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= US
SERVICE
= Air Force
UNIT =
USAF/PACAF
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Retired (22-1/2 years)USAF.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = Where to begin? Let?s just say I had
the best of all worlds on DG during my 3rd visit.
The Chiefs mess, Officers Club, Seaman?s Club,
Yacht Club, Brit Club, EXPAT Club, all the Village
hang outs, and of course the Hash House. Did I
miss any? After a long weeks work there was
nothing like being invited to a Beach Ops Sunday.
Or spending a recuperating Sunday morning with
brunch at the O-club with friends. Although I was
not well known, friends like Radar, April, Tony,
George, Barry, Christina, Dave, Jack, Margaret,
and many more made life enjoyable. Of course like
many, some of the good times are still a bit hazy,
must have been all the MoJo. Would I return for a
4th tour? Probably not because I don't think I'd
be able to survive.
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
1996-2001
NAME
= Richard Chase
MY
QUEST = Telephone company
VT
of a SWALLOW = Aleph null
E-MAIL
= rchaseio@yahoo.com
NATIONALITY
= USA
UNIT
= BJS-DG21
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Public Works Director
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Drink A Lot, Cheap
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Other
MY
WARSTORY = I noticed new stories by George
Laughlin and Harry Johnson, so I thought I'd chime
in. Here is my first day in DG, September 1996:
I
had been traveling for days to get there. Anyone
who has been there can remember the ever-infamous
Paya Lebar rerun, where you show up at the
airfiled day after day to get a seat. All I can
say is, "Thanks Helen Lee for making all my
Singapore stays bearable!" So I finally get a seat
on KC-10 (AKA indoor rainstorm). I was dead tired
and thrashed from the travelling. I did find a
spare pint of Tanduay from PI that got me through
the flight.
When
I landed, I went through the standard Brit customs
drill, "No bongs, knives, or explosives. ANY video
tapes will be confiscated and viewed for
pornography!"
My
boss picked me up and drove me to BEQ-8, where the
contractors stayed. It was Tuesday night. I
noticed that there was a huge party out front of
the BEQ. There was comely Filipina bartende
(Helen from Seamen's Club) who kept forcing me to
drink. And drink I did. It turned out that BJS
used to have a weekly shindig each Tuesday.
That
was my first exposure to DG. I met Harry Swartout,
Conrad Matt, Ray Weaver, George Laughlin, and many
others that night. I stayed for 6 years and ended
up in the local island band. Great memories.
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.
1997-98
NAME =
Ron Day
MY QUEST
= To Find Old Friends that were there
VT of a
SWALLOW = How fast one can finish off a Quart of
JD
E-MAIL =
hammerjack105@neandertech.com
NATIONALITY
= Caucasian
SERVICE
= U.S. Navy
UNIT =
Harbor Operations
RANK/RATE/JOB
= E-6. Retired in 2000.
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = Actually after all that the water that
has passed under the bridge since I left and had
the chance to think about what I did in that 1
short year I was there, I wish I could go back and
do a few things differently. For instance,
instead of spending all my time drinking and
drinking more, I should have done more on the
island, like take more pictures and had more
fun. It's not to say I didn't have fun, but
it got to the point where I wasn't having any fun
for awhile there. I should have got more
involved with the things to do on the
island. I had a blast on the Full Moon
Platoons, movies at night, dart competitions, and
hanging out with my pal Dale Trippler. Me
and that guy got into more arguments than anyone I
know. One guy thought we were brothers, Bert
C. said that one time. We drank alot and
shared many great times raising hell with each
other as well as anyone else that came along.
What I
do miss most of all is the sunsets, some of the
people I met while I was there and just the
solitude. I hope that anyone reading this
can understand some of it. I just wanted to
share some of my thoughts on that wonderful island
of Diego Garcia.
Thanks
for listening.
Jul
1997- Jul 1998
NAME
= Kerensa Stoneburner
MY
QUEST = To Return to the Island of paradise
VT
of a SWALLOW = An African Swallow???
E-MAIL
= gjstoneburner@hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= American; SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = "C" site;
RANK/RATE/JOB = Then a CTO3, Now an all-powerful
CTO1
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Want to Return When the First
REAL Club Med Opens
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = Actually, I Have a Real Story To
Tell
MY
WARSTORY = I got to the island, just broken up
with my boyfriend stateside, and had decided that
I was going to have nothing to do with men for a
while. BOY did I go to the wrong
place!!!! Needless to say, that declaration
worked out for a whole month. I also
need to explain that prior to me coming to DG, I
was the poster child for the "Good-Girl"; Never
was late to work, never drank too much, NEVER got
into trouble. Good Old Diego changed all
that for me. 6 weeks after arriving at DG, I
was invited to go on a camping trip out to the RNR
site. Sounded like a good idea, right?
Well, before going, we had talked to one of the
BIOT officers about having a camp fire. He
told us that as long as it wasn't out of control
and we didn't start it until after 10pm, we'd be
good to go. So at about 9:30, we start
getting our pit ready. First we dug a 5ft wide pit
in the sand about 8ft from the waterline. Started
our fire, not a problem. Unfortunately, one
of the guys decided that he wanted to see the fire
flare-up, so he starts throwing lighter fluid on
the fire, repeatedly. Didn't really think
much of it, just having fun. Well the
watchers were out on the runway tower.
Wouldn't ya know it that the next thing we heard
were sirens and seeing lights flashing???
Obviously,
BIOT wasn't happy and had us put the fire
out. Took us a whole 30secs, just covered it
with sand and dumped the ice from one of the
coolers. Well, he ordered us to leave the
campsite, but all of us had been drinking and
wasn't about to be getting a DUI. So BIOT
took one of the guys to main base, who called
Tsite, while the drunk stayed at Tsite(great idea
huh?), the sober/duty guy drove the rest of us
back to main base. Needless to say, BIOT was
unhappy. We all were banned from all
alcoholic premises for 30days (I had to put in a
chit to play softball, swearing that I wouldn't
drink) and give a safety lecture on the
dangers of fire. And that was the start of
my wonderful 365 days exactly on DG. Oh by
the way, the guy that I met on DG and dated
(Dallas Stoneburner), he's now my husband and we
have 2 wonderful kids!!!!
A
DG love that lasted.....
June
1997 - July 1998
NAME =
Sandy Knowland
MY QUEST
= In search for the truth
E-MAIL =
sknow2000@aol.com
SERVICE
= USN
UNIT =
NSG Dept, NCTS
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Found a parallel universe and am pursuing my
quest
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Professional Adventurer
Looking For The Ultimate Get Away
MY
WARSTORY = Actually, I had a great time. I
kind of figured that the Navy used me for 24
years, and it was time that I had a year of
payback before I moved on to a parallel
universe. The friends I made in the "Pit"
will always be remembered and well respected, and
the others, well, they have their memories.
The beaches were the best, the fishing fine, and
the full moon platoons were out of this
world. It truly was a one year vacation and
I will always have fond memories of them. I
wish you all well.
Apr 97
-Apr 99
NAME =
ITC Herbert Allen (Then DP1/RM1)
MY QUEST
= Find those three bottles of Morgan Buried near
the Former Hash House
VT of a
SWALLOW = Don't know - Ran into a tree trying to
clock it.
E-MAIL =
RadarDG@Hotmail.com
NATIONALITY
= American; SERVICE = USN; UNIT = NCTS Operations
RANK/RATE/JOB
= Still going on a differnet island - But with a
much clearer head. Didn't kill all them brain
cells!
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Stroll Down Memory Lane
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out on The
Beach
MY
WARSTORY = Plan to Become one of three things
while on DGAR: Really fit, really drunk, or a
really fit drunk! I started out with the first one
in mind and ended up as the final. It's all your
fault Jose (You know who you are.) DG really is
what you make of it. I made the most of two years
there. I'll never forget it. That is, What I
remember of it. If you have heard a story it is
probably true. Midnight Au Naturel swim runs,
Passing the party, Passing out here, there, or the
convenient place of the moment, and the resulting
infamous "Walk of Shame". Nothing a like a Full
Moon Drunken Platoon to the Tip-to-Tip-Oh Shit I
won't be able to sit for the next week trip. Long
live the memories of "Beach Ops Sunday", The
Elephant Patrol (Anyone been trampled by a
Pachyderm yet? No. Guess we did our Job!), Brit
Party blowouts, Snorkeling with a hangover (Cool
fresh sea water does wonders), and just relaxing
on the beach.
The
Hash House shall forever live on in my mind and
heart. I could rant and rave, but what is done is
done. It went out with Style! Few will ever forget
that final Island wide Open Luau Blowout!
You'll
make friends like no others. If anyone who knows
me please write. I wish I had collected more
E-mails before leaving.
Do
I regret any of it? Hell No! Diego should be a
mid-career incentive tour.
Would
I do it again? Hard to say, it probably would
never be the same again, at least for myself.
LONG
LIVE NAKED MAN! (Not my proudest moment, but kept
a large group of Diegans entertained for months.)
Nov97-Dec98
NAME =
Bert Cavazos
E-MAIL =
syp_40@msn.com
SERVICE
= Navy; UNIT = ASD (aviation supply);
RANK/RATE/JOB = then-AKAA, got out as an AK2 (Jan
01)
MY
WARSTORY = Just wondering what happend to all the
people that i hung out with. I still
remember the old farts like Ron Day and Dale
Triplett, drinking all my liquor. I also
remember the Brits begging for a ride back from
the brit club when the supply van would come and
pick us up. All i remember is drinking
and...........well thats about it so if anyone
remembers
me please drop me a line
Janaury
97 to September 97
NAME =
Carol
MY QUEST
= Wondering why I miss DG
VT of a
SWALLOW = You tell me?
E-MAIL =
ICUbutCanUCMe@aol.com
NATIONALITY
= American; SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = Um..don't
remember...; RANK/RATE/JOB = I was a SKSR when I
got there. Then I became a SKSA..then a
SK....and then went back to a SKSR..Me got into
trouble
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!
MY
WARSTORY = Okay here it goes. I was on DG
for some short time compared to everyone
else. Got there a day or to before my 19th
birthday. I was not a drinker until....well
until I got there. I drank more then the
average alcoholic in the states. I had a
variety of guys to date..and let me tell you I
took that to the fullest. I liked a few but
most of the time it was for the beer and other
things that I was able to con the guys out
of. It wasn't that hard. I stayed
drunk throught out my time there except when I was
at work. I really did want to stay in but
when I went in front of the CO I sort of just
turned the tables...For a quick second I decided I
didn't want to be there anymore. I got hell
for that decision. It went down hill from
there. But anyways. I met alot of cool
peeople there. A variety of people that I
wouldn't meet at home (Mississippi). I wish
I could go back there. There are a few
people there today that were there when I was
there. Anyone that remembers me or thinks
they remember me let me know.
1997-1998
BRAD
MASON <Brad.Mason@cnet.navy.mil>
Ted,
Thought
I'd add my own "warstory" to your AWESOME
collection of DG memories, stories, and pictures.
I just spent the last 2 1/2 hours surfing your
site, and never even got close to finishing or
seeing everything. Seems there's more people than
just me who went to DG and haven't quite been able
to get the place out of our blood despite being
back in "the world" with friends, family, and
normal stores/restaurants. I had been to Diego
Garcia back in 1986 with VP-47. We deployed there
in the first half of the year. Being from Miami, I
was used to the tropics, but Diego Garcia was
exactly the view I had of a Navy deployment
having seen the Rogers & Hammerstein
musical "South Pacific". My BOQ room opened right
onto the beach, and one of the best snorkeling
reefs was right off that beach about 75 yards or
so off shore. I subsequently detted to Somalia
(the positive worst shithole on the face of the
Earth); Masirah, Oman (Moonbase Alpha); Sri Lanka;
Karachi, Pakistan; Cocos Island (believe it or not
has even better snorkeling than DG); and Mombasa,
Kenya in the I.O. We also detted to the P.I. for
some of its fabled pleasures and Kadena, Okinawa.
I always thought that DG would be a nice place to
be based, but shortly after arriving back in the
states was married, had a family, and stayed on a
more traditional career route for a P-3 pilot.
As
a shore tour in the Training Command (teaching
Driver's Ed. in airplanes) drew to a close, the VP
detailer called on me to return to the 20-plus
hour workdays of life on a CV or Deployed CVBG
Staffer. I had that T-shirt, so declined. I had
also become somewhat attached to the Pensacola
area, as had my kids. So I began scanning the
"Perspective" (NMPC's listing of poicy, and
possible jobs for O's). The only thing I could
come up with was a tour as OPS O for ADMINSUPU,
Antarctica and OPS O for NSF DG. "I've been to
DG," I thought, "and it's not a bad place. In fact
I rather liked it." So I called my detailer and
pulled the string. Seems he was having a hard time
filling the billet, which had been a fill for the
HS Deatilers, but had shifted to the VP shop. I
cut a deal with him. Pencil me in for some aspect
of
Pensacola
on the backside, and I'd take your DG OPS O Billet
for a year. "Done!" He said. And like that,
I was headed back.
My
tour there was nice. The Island was pretty
civilized when I there with VP-47, but was even
more improved by the time I got there in the
Summer of 1997. I made some good friends. I am a
graduate of the Univ. of Florida, and a die-hard
Gators fan. Turns out that my two next-door
neighbors were also Gators, so we had the
southwest corner of BOQ-7 painted Gator orange and
blue. We arranged the lawn furniture around the
barbie out there, so we could muster outside our
rooms after work, and enjoy some beers while we
bar-be-qued our tuna (You couldn't have a meal on
DG without a fish course). That area came
to be known as "The Swamp" after the Gators'
home stadium. We had a "Drinking Flag" which
was the forth substitute flag appropriated from
the Harbor Signal Tower with a beer bottle
stenciled on it. When the drinking flag went up,
the Swamp was open for beer, cigars, freshly
opened coconuts, grilled tuna, and conversation.
All the "zeros" of DG knew that the Swamp was
where all the world's problems could be solved, or
at least argued, and if not, enough beer or "Jack
& Cokes" could be consumed that it no longer
mattered.
The
night of the 1997 Florida-Florida State Game, we
pulled our trucks into the quad between BOQ's 6
& 7 and tailgated from 8PM to the 2 AM
kickoff. The game was carried live on AFARTS, and
was probably the best memory of the
island.
It had national championship implications as the
Florida/FSU game always seems to nowadays. The
lead changed 7 times, and when the Gators finally
won with a last-minute touchdown and interception,
I think we woke up half the island.
I
enjoyed the "Full Moon Platoon" 5K's that MWR put
on every night of a full moon. I won 7 of the 12
that I ran in when I was on the island. The race
started every full moon at 8PM behind the gym. On
check-in each runner got a chem-light to lace into
their shoes. There were always about 300 or so
runners and walkers, everyone from the contract
Filipino & Mauritian laborors to Sailors, Brit
Marines (who in one Full Moon Platoon pushed one
of their land rovers over the whole course). At
the end of the run was a free T-shirt designed by
the command or department that had sponsored that
particular month's run. The course went behind the
Gym and past the Softball fields and through the
darkness of the jungle behind the Marines'
Obstacle Course. It then went by the R-Site
entrance past Security to the jogging trail on
DG-1. From there runners looped around
Splendidville, and back to the Gym through
Downtown.
I
never got the opportunity to try the coconut crab.
My Yeoman had, though, and she said it was
delicious. The Asst. PWO & I did eat our share
of the Queen's lobsters, though. Since I was the
OPS O, I had the keys to the Airfield Gate on DG-2
(the dirt road that parallelled DG-1 on the
oceanside of the runway). We'd go down there on
Sundays after church and snorkel the oceanside on
the coral shelf. The CB's had dynamited the coral
and dug out numerous rectangular-shaped pits in
the coral. They were deep and calm amongst the
churning breakers of the rest of the coral shelf,
but had wicked currents. (I can see why diving the
oceanside is forbidden -- If I hadn't cut my teeth
snorkeling in Miami's Haulover Inlet, it would
have been easy to get pushed into rocks and
hurt/swept away) Anyway, the coral is starting to
come back in those pools, and diving them is like
swimming in someone's gigantic saltwater aquarium
with all manner of fish and sealife. We first went
there out of curiosity (and to thumb our noses at
the Brits -- How dare
they
tell us where we can swim or not swim!). Shortly
after entering the water, however, I saw a familar
sight sticking out from under a rock, two long
lobster antenna waving in the current. A native
South Floridian, I had spent years hunting the
Spiny lobster, "Lagostino" or "Florida
Lobster". They have no claws, but use their
long, spine-covered antennas like swords, along
with their ability to shimmy back into the deepest
crevices in the rocks to escape. Some people claim
that Maine lobsters are better, but I know better,
and since I was missing a whole deer season back
in the states, I figured that I needed to hunt
something with eyes. So Sparkey and I became the
great lobster hunters. Every Sunday after Chapel
we would head up DG-2 and ease the lobster
population burden in those pools of a couple of
lobsters.
Brad
Mason,
LCDR,
NSF OPS-O July 1997-July 1998
P.S.
If you post this, I want to say Howdy to CAPT
Miller, XO Hillery, Suppo Wheeler, LCDR MARK
Sayger, LT Stan Kloss, Sparkey, Joe, Connie the
OPS Secretary, Shelly Diestel, PH1 Stadleman, ET1
Watkins, Flick, & Cunningham,
Master
Chief Rivera, Chief Vick Smith, Harbor Pilot
Lindloff (who is back there now), Petty Officer
McNelly, Petty Officer Mckendrick (who was the
only SOB on the island who could blow my doors off
in a footrace!) Mark, Dennis, Jim, my dive partner
from BJS (who took more than his share of live
shells and liked to park illegally at the water
plant!), SM3 Browne, Petty Officer Dorsey, Petty
Officer Tina Fiedler, Senior Chief Gregory, Chief
Lewis, Senior Griffin, Chief Tony Corpus, and all
the rest of the OPS Department.
P.P.S.
I was perusing your site and saw the piece on the
Cane Toads which weren't there when I was deployed
there in VP-47 (1986) but were practically
overrunning the island in 1997-98 when I was
OPS-O. The author correctly reasoned that they
were introduced, but wondered how. They are South
Americam Marine Toads (Bufo marinus). They were
introduced in many locations in the tropics to eat
bugs in sugar cane fields, hence their name "cane
toads". They are very hardy, able to hibernate
through periods of drought, and probably hitched
to Dg on the monthly supply ship. When I was
there, the monthly supply ship, the Margeret
Choest was bringing in large quantities of pipes
and sacks of dirt from Singapore. That would have
been the logical arrival vector for the Cane
Toads. They are poisonous, and secrete a milky
poison
from glands on the backs of their necks. Even
mouthing one can kill a dog, who often die from
eating them in South Florida. They also eat
everything. Not just bugs, but plant material,
rotting fruit, dogfood left outside, birdseed.
They're basically cold-blodded, hopping rats! I
can see why they are a problem on DG.
1997-1998
NAME =
Jay Mallari
MY QUEST
= To find the Holy Grail
VT of a
SWALLOW = African or European?
E-MAIL =
flipjin@excite.com
NATIONALITY
= Flip-American; SERVICE = USN; UNIT = NSGD;
RANK/RATE/JOB = CTMSA-then, CTM3-end of tour,
CTM2(SW)-NOW!
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = Irritated World
Citizen/Communist/Religious Extremist
SUBJECT
OF MY STORY: = There I Was, Passed Out in My Room
MY
WARSTORY = Yeah, who am I kidding? Alot of
you interested readers and especially DG vets
during my reign here on DG. Well, that was a
totally screwed-up tour yet a blessing in most
ways. The detailer felt that he should get
his darts out and find my fate. Hence, I
ended up in DG along with the inaccurate
predicitions of the weather my detailer shot at
with his dart when he was deciding my
career. DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! I wasn't
really a big-namer there, but I did make myself
known in the Filipino community as the white
Filipino. Yeah, the
American-as-an-apple-pie-boy-next-door-kid.
The Filipino community was intrigued at my
presence and my existence that, like a curious
native poked and touched me with wonderment.
To them, I'm like an incarnate that I was spoken
to about my background and what I can do to
liberate them! Unfortunately, the wheels of
fortune haven't stopped spinning for them, that I
left the island without any gratitude given from
them. I was not the Messiah as I was thought
to be.
The
island was my first tour in the Navy. It's
like a I was pushed out of the nest and they said,
"Flap your wings you dummy!". Being so young
in my Navy career that I was scared shitless what
the island is all about. Being told that
it's a British territory, I immediately thought
that I'll be touring in Europe and told my
clueless and envious friends. Alas, my
friends fell into disappointment that there were
no German blondes or Swedes there. Heck, they knew
that DG is not in Europe at all! My neighbor
wished me luck in before I left for the island in
Mexico! MEXICO??!!! So, I learned my
job there. I ate, slept, worked and
drink. Coming from a sheltered Catholic
life, I was greatly influenced by every one
there. I then became a new person when I
left. I cussed, and drank like a
sailor! I didn't find the whole island of an
inconvenience at all. Well, except for the
pale and over expired Zimas and cereal. With
that, I fell into despair that I secluded behind
the bottle. Friday night pizza nights were
awesome! Drinking yourself to a stupor and
singing your lungs out made my memories of the
previous week into a haze. One night I was
dubbed "Mr. Tequila" during my moment of karaoke
fame. Yes, the remnants of my $12 processed
pizza fell onto the floor then me.
Here
I am in Yokosuka, Japan still with the "island
fever". When I was asked where I came from,
I told them Diego Garcia. Then, I get this
reaction like I'm a hero and a "Survivor".
Voted to be the only guy to stay. I feel
that if that did happen there, there are people I
know there that deserves to stay. Not in a
bad way, of course. Ones that deserve to
mate, raise a family, and die there should be
fully credited. Well, I'm about to make my
third transition here soon. My tour here in
Japan is about to close. I'm now headed to
Washington, DC and like Gilligan, will never look
at the states the same way again. PEACE!
1997-1998
STAN
TRAVIOLI <ra23@hotmail.com>
MY QUEST
= To return to my little island
VT of a
SWALLOW = when it hits the back of the throat
NATIONALITY
= US; SERVICE = Nav; UNIT = AFN
MY
WARSTORY = Every DG sailor knows
of the Full Moon Platoons. Usually these are
ran with camel backs filled with a beverage of
your choice. Being in the festive mood we
decided to hold a Full Naked Platoon on Christmas
eve. Dozens of souls volunteered but alas
most chickened out. Props go to my boy Stacy
Young. He and I stripped down to the
amusement of a dozen people manning the
rails. As we left the barracks with clothes
in hand, as to keep from being left naked in the
street. We ran full steam out from the
center aisle of the barracks around the air
conditioner unit and into a poor sap on ASF
duty. Half the fun was running from the guy,
up the stairs and and diving into the first
available door. To this day I still don't
remember that lovely lady's name.
About
an hour later we tried the run again. This
time the success and cheers from surounding
barracks.
I
also remember hanging with the Brits most of my
time on island. We really enjoyed taking the
flight attendants and pilots of the MAC flights
out to drink and sun bathe. Pretty scary
thought. Many a time we sent the
stewardesses packing at the break of dawn
stumbling to your flight. One brazen night I
partied with them all night long then climbed
aboard for a flight home. They actually
allowed me to give the safety brief from the
middle of the plane.
All the
way to Bahrain we sobered up as majority of those
aboard. The written rule of drinking your
body weight before flying out is one that must be
observed. I have a million stories.
Ranging from party naked parties at the plantation
to skinny dipping with co-eds to cool off while at
the brit club.
1997-1999
RUSSELL
WILLIAMS <billypilgrim@minister.com>
Hello -
I have been on Diego Garcia, British Indian Ocean
Territories, for the last 708 days, when I think
about that it scares me to death, should I be
afraid of returning to the states, hell yes I
should. For almost the past two years I have been
here, able to drink when I wanted and stumble home
or just sleep wherever. All of the friends I
have had have left or I will leave behind. I
look back at everything I wanted to accomplish
when I first got here, none of them I have
accomplished, I wanted to be tan, people still ask
me if I just got here (thank god the British sub
left - people thought I was British for a while),
I wanted to save some money, I am $3000 in debt, I
wanted to be a higher rank when I left, but
standing before the Captain didn't help that any,
and I swore I wasn't going to drink much, and now
I should probably check into a clinic.
I
ask myself if I am in for a culture shock, oh
yeah, I haven't been to the US for 371 days, and
when I went to Japan I found that kids, Marines,
old people, fat people, and all of those fast cars
scare the shit out of me.
In
the past two years I have had the opportunity to
drink with Americans, Mauritians, Filipinos,
British, Australian, New Zealanders, Russian,
Jamaican, and everybody from that night in
Ropongi. What have I learned from all of
this is not much, other than for some
unexplainable reason here recently I have had this
strange predilection to expose myself, and I have
met some of the best people in the world, seven
degrees south of the equator in the middle of the
Indian Ocean. People ask why have I been
here so long, usually I blame my ex-fiancée, but
secretly it was because I am perfect for this
place, I honestly think that when I get back I am
going to start I support group for fellow Diego
Garcians, we will eat lumpia, get horrible service
from a gay Filipino man, get drunk and obnoxious,
play the same Rap songs that came out three years
ago, see what it takes to offend the nearest
British police officer, until we are threaten with
arrest. I am going to miss this place, not having
to use my broken English translator everyday, not
having to have a rudimentary working knowledge of
three different languages just to be able to say
thank you politely to the
salesclerks/waiter/bartenders/general laborer. If
any of this needs some explanation check out Ted's
website @
http://www.zianet.com/tedmorris/index.html
and
sign his guestbook, if that doesn't answer any
questions then just ask me I will be home on the
9th of July, but nobody tell my parents I am going
to surprise them, alright talk to y'all later, I
will try to make it home safely, Russell.
RUSS'
UPDATE RECEIVED MARCH 30, 2000:
MY QUEST
= Beer
VT of a
SWALLOW = African or European
E-MAIL =
billypilgrim@minister.com
NATIONALITY
= US; SERVICE = Navy; UNIT = NCTS, N9 C-Site;
RANK/RATE/JOB = Well i showed up on DG as a CTMSA,
then they told me i was advanced to CTMSN, that
December, I became CTM3, and then next november i
was back to CTMSA
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 = I was on DG for 711 days, and am proud
to say that "I was no whore to MWR, I never got a
t-shirt for anything I did," apperntly they didn't
support drinking societies. This is my
second entry, and i have been off "The Rock" for
almost a year. Everybody here thought i was
crazy when i spent the first month cussing
Americans. So there was no support group to
tell me that pay phones went up to 35 cents, all
of the good shows I had watched only a week ago on
TV, had been cancelled months ago, the Blockbuster
was filled with movies i had never even heard of
and the one I had were not near the New Release
section. Alcohol is so expensive over here,
a night out costs me at least $200 to get anywhere
close to the levels of drunkenes that we attained
on school nights on DG. The only people who
think my drinking ability, is cool is Frat Rats,
and I can't over the fact that the all look like
the got dressed at Abercrombie & Fitch.
I felt like a real perv when all of the sudden I
remembered that not every girl is not over
18. And when did it become uncool to take
your date on the bus. Geez help Ted, you
need a fly away team ready to meet anyone who
might have a problem re-adjusting to the real
world, or could you send me back to your magical
never-never land, so that is what it is.
Diego Garcia is a combination of that Amusment
Park that Pinochio went to and everybody turned
into asses, and Never-Never land where kids don't
have to grow up. Please use your magic dust
and send me back. Oh yeah does anyone know where i
can get some decent Lumpia here in
Pensacola? Russell
Dec 97
- Dec 98
BRENDAN
SMITH <shamrock91@hotmail.com>
MY QUEST
= to find the holy grail at the yacht club filled
with mojo!
VT of a
SWALLOW = Is that an African or a European Swallow
NATIONALITY
= Irish, imagine how I felt livin' with a bunch of
Brits for a year. AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!; SERVICE = US
Navy; UNIT = NCTS (C-Site); RANK/RATE/JOB = CTRSN
hasn't changed, I've been a Baaaddd boy!!!
MY
INTEREST IN DG IS = My Time There is Lost in an
Alcoholic Haze, Help Me Remember!
MY
WARSTORY = So There I was passed out in the boat,
and I hook into the biggest yellow fin you've ever
seen. I mean if this thing was 50lbs it was
550lbs. I'm reelin' and pullin' on that rod and
all of a sudden it goes slack. I reel to see an
80lb tuna head. then everyone's good friend hector
the hammerhead smiles at me and flips me off swims
away enjoying my lunch of lovely marinated tuna
stakes( I really do have a lovely marinade) and go
with a tuna head and get blitzed out of my mind.
Just in the PPDRDG.
May
1997 - May 1998
ERIK
WITH A "K" <kaladasa@hotmail.com>
What is
Your Quest? To find the HOLY GRAIL
What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow? African
or Eruopean
How did
you find my page? It was an accident I
swear!!
I don't
want to go back
Jun
1997 - Jun 1998
HEATHER
KOVACS <Noelhk23@aol.com>
What is
Your Quest? To find true happiness
What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow? Hmmm,
let me get back to you on that one.
How did
you find my page? A friend showed me the way
Still in
the navy with 9 months left to go. Stationed in
Denver, Co. Love to party, love to have a good
time. Love the mountains, miss the beach. Wish I
could go back to D.G., just one more time. I swear
I'd do it all differently.
1997-1998;
13 long months
Traci
Cole <casytroll@yahoo.com>
MY QUEST
= To get a liver transplant after being in DG
SERVICE
= USN, UNIT = AIMD
MY
WARSTORY = DG is what you make of it. I had
a great year and made some lifelong friends. BRKS
7 in Palmsville (THE GREATEST PLACE ON EARTH) was
the best place to go and get away from all of the
people you saw all day at work AND live
with. I went to Abe's MASTs and came out
alive..but barely standing. I had enough
MoJo to kill a large farm animal at the Socials
and always had a blast on the Friday night ritual
of Pizza Night to BRKS 7 to the Brit Club
always
ending up with the long crazy walk back to the
barracks because we never could catch that damn
last bus. Sailing, snorkeling, skiing, and
always fishing kept me busy for a year. God
knows I was ready to go after that year but I
wouldn't change a day.....OK maybe a couple of
days.
1997-1998
BOB
HILLERY <BobHillery@aol.com>
What is
the Terminal Velocity of a Swallow?
Zero...right after impact.
CDR
USN ret (thank goodness...), I was XO of NSF
97-98. The only known guy and only warfare type
anyone remembers having the job. Others have been
pure admin types. Guess I REALLY ticked off my
detailer!
1997-1998
APRIL
HERALD <alherald@hotmail.com>
What is
Your Quest? To find the perfect beach.
Tell Me
All About Yourself: Not much to tell.
Comments:
Really
enjoyed
MOST of the time I spent on the rock, would love
to go back if I could. DG has the most beautiful
sunsets in the world and I miss them.
1997-1998
DENNIS
DISNEY <dizmouse@aol.com>
I'm
an AFCM and was probably the only CMC that was
fired in DG. Hey, I like to have a good time, what
can I say. I loved my tour in DG despite the
final outcome. I'd go back anytime (if they would
let me). Some day I just might too.
1997-1998
GREG
WARNER <gdwarner@hotmail.com>
Requested
tour on DG on a whim, loved every minute of it.
Did a whole year w/o leave. Had to choose new
orders and picked Puerto Rico, believe me, not all
islands are the same! I'm actually thinking of
going back to DG for the fishing and partying! You
can't beat the lifestyle there, everything people
say is the truth.
Comments:
If you don't have a family, pick orders to DG. If
you do have family, lie to them and go anyways.
1997-1998
STACY
YOUNG <PAO-JOURNALIST2@rcoh.spear.navy.mil>
My
name is Stacy Young (I'm a male) and I was
stationed on D-Gar from Aug. 97 through Sep.
98. I worked at the Armed Forces Network
(AFN), or also known as the TV and radio
station. I have to agree with what I've read
on this
page.
The island was paradise. The stuff that I
saw, and I did can't be done anywhere else in the
world.
Because
of either location, or because I was in really
good with the brits and they would take me home
instead of jail for some of the antics that were
pulled off on that island. I have to
give a hats off to the brits for taking this
"Spam" in. I was there
softball
coach, the DJ at the brit club, and one of the
only Americans that could drink for drink with
them. I want to thank them for introducing
me to the game of "SPOOF".
I
would also like to thank the VP squadron for
bringing in fresh female faces every 6 months (I
was privy to three different squadrons), and same
to the Air Force. One of the best things on
DG when I was there was the Yacht Club
Social. Nothing like getting pissed on 50
cent MOJO then stumbling over to the Brit club for
a night of who knows what.
Another
quality event was a British Hail and
Farewell. These events took place usually on
a Sunday about 1 P.M. with a cookout and
ended up with everybody jumping in the wagon to go
back to BEQ 5 for a party at the "Stables" (The
Lounge in the Brits BEQ). I vaguely remember
one Hail and Farewell where we got totally plowed
and ended up on top of the building at
the
marina NUDE seeing who could get the best crowd
reaction. The Navy Security didn't take to
kindly to the idea. The Security really got upset
when the guys on the beach emptied all the beer
cans in the bed of his truck when he was trying to
get us off the roof. The shit hit the fan.
Like
many others have said, on the way out there you're
hating life, but on the flight home you realize
you've spent the last year on an island
paradise. I can't wait to go back. I
developed friendships that will last
forever. If you get a chance for orders to
"The Rock" Take them.
1997-1998
MARIAN
CORPUS <maidmarian_1@yahoo.com>
I
have
to admit, after growing up at the beach in the mid
70's, I felt right at home on DG. Lots of
sun, lots of water, lots of men and lots of
fun. (not necessarily in that order!!)
I was on DG from Oct 97 to Oct 98. What a
fantastic year. Do I want to go back,
NO. Did I come away from there changed, YES!
I
met my husband there, we were married April 16,
1999, in the Philippines. Noel was a BJS
contractor employee working with the
transportation annex and I worked for the Air
Mobility Command (Air Force). We plan to
move back to the PI once I retire from the
AF. Like I said in the DG
questionnaire......warm, sun, and water.
What a fantastic combination.
While
on Diego, we tested the system, pushed the limits
of what was acceptable and broke many "high-fine"
laws. If the Brits only knew (well, actually
some of them did). I wasn't on the island
long when I came to the stark realization that if
you wanted to do something illegal or get away
with anything, you needed to have a Brit with you
at all times. No place was off limits and even the
tip is accessible by the 4-wheel drive jeeps that
the AMC Detachment has. Talk about a
deserted beach!
Noel
is Philipino and the entire community there
welcomed me with open arms. What wonderful
people. I also has some very close Mauritian
friends. They are such nice people, very
exotic and more than friendly! Nights off of
work were never dull, always some place to go and
something to do. Lots of parties down in the
villages (even though the CO made them off-limits
after 10pm). Ya' just didn't tell everything
ya' knew! I can't tell you the number of
times that my jeep spent the night in the village
but no one ever said a word.
I
told Noel that I had found this site and we
discussed what 'war-stories' we would like to
share. Would it be the one about our
successful trip to the tip or would it be about
hunting for coconut crabs at 3am on the road south
of donkey gate? He
said
both! We always had plenty of crab to share
with friends (Philipino or American) and we were
very popular on the nights that it rained 'cuz
they came out on the road then. I learned a
lot from the Philipinos!
Being
outgoing, and being female, definitely had it's
advantages on DG. A woman there could get
away with murder! What fun! I loved it
there and I know how apprehensive I was before I
got there. A lot of DG is in your frame of
mind, ya' know? I kept a "It's all good"
attitude and basically it was!
I
also
came off of the island with a pet. I had a
couple while I was there but Miss Kitty made the
trip home with me. You probably wonder, was
it expensive to bring here out? YEP!
But she is worth it. The dog-handler vet
came from Guam and gave her the necessary shots,
the Brit Rep (who I partied with at the Brit Club)
gave permission for me to keep her in my room and
then to take her home with me. She was just
a kitten when I got her. Her mom was killed
on the road near my dorm.
My
other pet was a hermit crab that ate anything I
put in his cage. I kept him for 8 months
before he died. Cool shell that he gave me
when he moved out!!!!
1997-1998
JEFF
NASH <TandJNash@aol.com> Master Sergeant
Jeff (Red Dog) Nash, USAF, Superintendent, Air
Mobility Command Detachment, Dec 97-Dec 98
Saturday
night shift, when I should be at the Brit Club
throwing back a Newcastle brown ale with the
lads. Oh well, someone has to run the war
[EDITOR'S NOTE: Jeff wasn't kidding - we
were bombing Iraq at the time - 21 Nov 98].
As
far as our personnel set up here. Our boss
is still a major navigator. Our's now is
Maj. John "Mac" McLaughlin. He was at
McChord before he came here. I told you
before that I'm a 1C371 (used to be 274) My true
duty title is NCOIC, Command and Control Ops, but
I'm also the senior ranking guy. So I'm also
the superintendent. We also are authorized a
2T2X0 MSgt (Used to be 605X0), a 2A5X0 MSgt
(Maintenance) a 1C351, and a 3A051 (admin).
The Mx guy still runs the FSP, bench stock, T/O
library, and QA's the contractor Mx types
Our aerial porter still pulls his hair out with
the Navy and the contractor. The Navy is the QA
and they just doesn't have a clue as to QA'ing an
air terminal operation. The contractor now
is a company called BJS, they're an American
company based in the P.I.
Our
connectivity is great. Pentium
computers. We have our own LAN, we have GDSS
for tracking missions, a TELNET connection to the
Automated Computer Flight Plan system at AMC,
world-wide AUTOVON access, and commercial
access. If you look at our weekly flight
schedule on our web site, it will give you a
typical week of missions. One contract
flight each week, an Air Transport International
DC-8 Combi. Plus a 757 every six weeks from
America Trans Air. It takes the TCN's back
and forth from Manila for their vacations.
Also brings military folks to and from the East
Coast. The next one on Dec 10th is my
"freedom bird".
I'm
on my way to Colorado Springs from here, going to
Headquarters, Air Force Space Command to work in
the command center. This will be my second
tour in the Springs, and where I plan on retiring
in Feb 2000.
Gotta
run, crew alert in 30 minutes.
I
guess the biggest memory, or at least what I
remember of the memory, was in Oct 99 when I was
invited to the British celebration of "Trafalgar
Night" Trafalgar Night is a commemoration of the
Battle of Trafalgar in 1805, where the Royal Navy,
commanded by Admiral Horatio Nelson, kicked the
hell out of a Spanish fleet sailing for
Napoleon. This celebration is a very formal
affair, with everyone dressed in Mess Dress (or
Mess Kit as the Brits call it). I considered
myself privileged to be invited. It's not a
common thing for a '"spam" to be invited to this
affair. There's a formal sit-down dinner,
with the usual toasts of that traditional British
drink of rum. Dinner is followed by, yep,
you guessed it, more drinking!
Now
some of my best friends on the island were the
Royal Marines, and of them, was a strapping young
Welshman named Thomas Gorac. "Tommo" as he
is affectionately known, was a Leading Corporal
and one hell of a RHIB boat driver. It was
he who invited me to celebrate with he and his
mates and matettes. Soon we were joined by
some of the other RM's, and we proceeded to have a
smashing good time putting down Captain Morgan and
Coke's one after the other. We called this
practice "saluting the Captain."
Well
past midnight, my attempts to keep up with the
RM's proved futile, so I decided to excuse
myself. Keep in mind I'm pretty well sloshed
by now. And everything that happened past
this point I've only been able to gather from
those who were either with me or saw me. I
exited the Turner Club, only to meet with a slight
detour. That is, to pass out on the hill
surrounding the swimming pool. I remember
being awakened by my friend Dean Fisher, a Brit
Customs Officer, and a girl named Amanda, both of
whom wanted to get me home before the Shore Patrol
or Navy Security found me. Dean told me that
he basically had to carry me over to the Billeting
Office across the street, and show the desk clerk
my ID card so he could learn where I lived and get
me home. This was because I could barely
speak. Upon getting me back to BEQ 16, I
lived on the 3rd floor, I promptly puked in front
of him outside my door. And after that, Dean
let me in the room and I went VFR direct to bed.
So,
I ended up with one hell of a hangover, a totally
trashed mess dress uniform, and an experience that
will be hard to forget!
[EDITOR'S
NOTE:
Sounds
just like my experiences at Trafalgar Night in
1987 - been there, done that, got the puke-stained
T-shirt]
1997-1998
DOUG
PEARSON <dpearson74@hotmail.com>
What is
Your Quest? To conquer the world and
eliminate DG once and for all
Were you
ever on Diego Garcia? Unfortunately, From
DEC 97 TO NOV 98
I
was the roomate of the infamous Frey Daddy.
I spent a great deal of time on DG drinking with a
gang of PC's and Corpman on occasion. Other
than that I was watching sports and trying to
forget where I was. Now that I am a free man
I am attending college. And of course
FORMULATING A PLAN OF WORLD DOMINANCE.
1997-1998
D.M.
NOLTE <flipper88@juno.com>
I
was in DG-Hell from 1 Sep 97 - 31 Aug 98.
While there, I encountered more rude Filipinos and
Mauritians, was infuriated by the ship's store and
Diego depot for running out of the basics - like
soda - on a frequent basis. The base bike
shop was slow, at best, and they always supplied
all the important items, such as bells (more on
this later), flags, and mirrors. The
assorted sundires, such as, oh, say, replacement
tires and tubes, gear and brake cables, etc. were
deemed unnecessary stock, and had to be special
ordered. I left six months after ordering,
and still needing, a
replacement
tire tube. Have you ever encountered
laws in the states that just shouldn't be
enforced? Like, it's illegal to own a stick
greater than two inches in diameter to beat your
spouse with? Well, the Brits uncovered a
long forgotten law, which required bells on all
bicycles. How convenient that they released
this information AFTER the Brits went and bought
all the bells for themselves. If stopped,
you could be issued a warning, or given a $15
fine, depending on your sex and the mood of the
Brit who stopped you.
The
movies were another adventure. When I left,
we had new seats, but still had a tin roof that
made the movie unhearable when it rained, which
was virtually every night. And the surround
sound was incredible! That is, if you could
get over the fact that the rear channels were
reversed.
Well,
I think I've vented enough for this go around, and
I haven't even commented on the base services,
i.e., the galley, medical, dental, etc., but
that's a whole different story. Hope you've
gotten a kick or two, and brought out some old
memories. Take it easy!
Flipper
1997-1998
DENNIS
FREY <reddkey@hotmail.com>
What is
Your Quest? Promote the G Crue, and the Dungeon
Nov 97'
to Nov 98' I was HSD staff, dental tech, to
be precise. I served with LCDR Suanico, who was
hella cool, and the G Crue, of which I was a
founding member,...also have to mention DT1
Cheeks, & DT1 Yelverton, the two finest LPO's
in the USN. If I could have had those two as LPO's
forever I would have been a career sailor.
Unfortunatly, the Navy decided it best to cast my
talents to the winds, so here I am a phat
civilian, living the good life. Pearson was my
roomate on DG, and he was a drunk,...that is all
1997-1998
BILL
ADAMS <willus@aol.com>
HM1
Preventive Medicine, I did monthly health
inspections at all the facilities spoke of
throughout this site from the Expat to the
ballfields - the PillMau Club to all the barracks,
even when they flooded from endless rain in
January, I gotta say they wouldn't make it
back in the states but they fit so well on the
island, the good times i had even make me think of
returning one day but...those t-shirts
weren't that great.
1997-1998
TIM
"MOLE" MULLINS <dg_gcrue@hotmail.com>
What is
Your Quest? To propetiate the legend of GCrue
I
am an Independant Duty Corpsman in the Navy
currently stationed with the Marines in Camp
Pendleton. I am a founding member of The GCrue.
Hey come visit
my page and learn to GCrue! I
would like to say one thing, I noticed CMC Dennis
Disney logged in earlier and would like to say
that he was DGar's best alltime CMC!
1997-1998
JOEL
BECKER <IMTAZ65@????>
What is
Your Quest? To never come back
still in
the navy on a ship ..... i was hoping to find out
what ever happened to the hash house? is it a
coffee house. or is it gone completly.
[JOEL - IF YOU READ THIS, I NEED THE REST OF YOUR
ADDRESS TO ANSWER]
1997-2001,
also 1978-1979, 1991-1992
WARREN E.
CARTER <carterw@dg.navy.mil>
Why
am i here again?
A
firghting seabee who was here to build this place.
back when the navy was still in the P.I.
See his
1978 entry. Also, his commentary on his last 3
years on the Gripes
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