* Running
back to the head after a meal at the chow hall, or
trying to light a cig in a monsoon.
* Remember
the crab smell?
* There is
absolutely nothing to do there that's any fun at
all. I mean, like, who bowls?
* My wife
divorced me half way through my tour - she was
screwing around and they wouldn't let me go home
on leave to take care of things.
* I got
busted for doing what everybody else does -
getting drunk at the Turner Club. They were
just out to get someone that night to make an
example.
* I never
got to go on a fishing charter. The chiefs,
officers and contractors always had them booked
way in advance.
* My first
daughter was born while I was out there, and I
didn't get to see her for 5 months.
* The Ships
Store is ALWAYS out of EVERYTHING.
* If you are
involved in an alcohol-related incident (ARI), you
receive a "debarrment" from drinking. No
going to the clubs PERIOD, and no alcohol in your
room. If your roommate gets debarred, YOU
can't even have alcohol in your room. All
the more reason to mind yourself when you're out.
* Cable and
Wireless is STILL expensive. [editor's
note: In the late 80s, it cost $4 a minute
to call to the States on C&W, and nobody could
call in. In 1992, the Navy began allowing
incoming calls, and in 1995, put phones in all the
Q rooms. In 1996 the cost of an outgoing
call was $3.30. Today, outgoing calls on
C&W are $1 a minute, and inbound calls from
the States - using ATT, Sprint, etc. - are between
$1.50 and $3.00 a minute. At least C&W
is competitive, local, and you get reliable,
personalized service].
* The
loneliness can get to you if you let
it! Use the time constructively or
just feel sorry for yourself - it's up to you!
*
One of the things I remember is that you never got
to touch another human being, except for shaking
hands with the guy you replaced, and a year later,
with your replacement ... unless of course you
cheated on your wife or, well, don't ask, don't
tell.
* 1.
Can't surf oceanside; 2. Can't swim
oceanside; 3. Can't SCUBA dive
anywhere.
* The
"official" Navy DG web page has a section
describing the Brit laws, penalties, restrictions,
etc. You'd better read them, because they
mean them.
* I have
been here 8 months now and the tour is too f_ _ _
ing long! Travel absolutely sucks! and the
people your work with, you get to see everyday,
ALL Day!.!.! Help...............
* From the
1980s: Regarding the serious side of Diego
Garcia, I want to say that it really was
professionally satisfying. I was a young
Lieutenant given responsibility for Terminal
Operations after attending a six month school in
Oakland, CA. But I also remember the middle
of the night phone calls, the Saturday morning
work each week, the stress of shipping emergent
parts to the CARL VINSON and CONSTELLATION, and
REALLY missing "stateside" ...right down to the
cells in the core of my psyche.
* Not sure
if this is a gripe or not, but it was the toughest
thing I had to get used to: The sheer
isolation of the place, I mean literally in the
middle of the Indian Ocean. You have to
gather a lot of determination and maturity to
place your energies in constructive
things, such as starting a fitness program or
taking correspondence courses (as I did), rather
than fall into the all-too-easy cycle of drinking
and feeling sorry for yourself.
* From the
1980s: The 25 Merc's were always being
repaired in prime fishing time.
* DG is
still vital to the US and nobody should doubt this
fact. If it weren't for the quick response
from the preposition force in DG following Iraq's
invasion of Kuwait, national boundries might have
been changed and many more lives lost, dollars
spent, and time wasted. This is not lost on
the Iraq leadership today!
* From the
1970s: There worst thing was getting out of
the C-5 the first time. The best thing was
boarding the C-5 for the last time to fly to Clark
AB, RP. Other than these 2 events, I must
have survived my 3 or 4 deployments.
* I had to
deal with everyone whinin' while I was
there. That is a big problem with the
military nowadays, whining.
* Yeah it's
isolated, and everyone thinks it is a non-stop
party (it was for me). BUT the ONES WHO
CANNOT CONTROL THEMSELVES GET IN TROUBLE - END OF
STORY!
* The only
thing I did not like was my command. Or actually
my chain of command. Starting and ending with my
3rd, yes 3rd, chief I had to work for in a year.
* NOTHIN TO
DO?!?!?!!? You're smack dab in the middle of some
of the finest water in the world!!!!!!!! Learn to
sail, boat, etc. etc.!!! Get in
shape!!!! Get off your ass, sober up, and do
EVERYTHING!!!!!
* From the
1980s: As far as I'm concerned, the
leadership, CO, BRITREP, and every other Puckered
Fuck out on the island can shove a coconut crab up
their ass sideways.
* My biggest
problem is that your webiste does a wonderful job
of romanticisizing that really Totalitaran,
Orwellian place.
* KNOWBODY
PUTS A GUN TO YOUR HEAD WHEN IT COMES TO PICKING
ORDERS!!!!! In the USN we DO have a choice.
Sometimes a shitty choice, but a choice.
* From the
1970s when there were no phones, no lights, no
motorcars, not a single luxury: Take it from
an advance party member, there's always something
to do on DG. Try taking a midnight stroll on the
oceanside beaches and watch the Russians slip
offshore to observe - its exciting and funny.
* I was on
DG in 75-76; sounds like it was better then than
now, maybe because we expected so little back then
that whatever we got we were appreciative of. Back
then it was MARS, not a phone. Cable, what the
hell was that? We had 1 station a couple
hours a day and that was not there when I
arrived. The only club was a rundown shack called
the Brit Club and you had to be invited. Anyway
NAVY stands for Never Again Volunteer Yourself;
nobody forced you to join.
* The Island
would be much better off without the uniformed
whiners who really should never have left the
safety and security of their hometown.
* A Hick in
a uniform and overseas is still a Hick.
* BritReps
and CO's can make a major difference to morale -
some years are great. As a seasoned
observer, I can say that the current crop is
great. But there have been bad years... but
we won't go into that.
* This new
page reminded me of a very disturbing period in my
life. The ship store ran out of all
deodorant except Secret. They weren't
kidding when they said it was made for a
woman. Two years later the therapy helped me
to suppress this awful awful experience....
* I don't
have any gripes, it's the same as any other place,
some stuff is good, some ain't, ya get thru it and
go home and get laid! P.S. - no
leave/no sex makes it a REALLY REALLY loooong
year.
* One of the
biggest problems I saw was that too many young
Sailors would actually EXTEND for an aditional
year. WERE THEY NUTS? In order to avoid going to a
ship, they would actually stay another year. Of
the three Sailors I knew personally who extended
for another year, two who tried to commit
suicide and one was such a miserable slug, no one
could stand to be around him.
* My advice
would be to find people who arrived the same time
you did and hang with them rather than folks who
have been there a few months and will be leaving
ahead of you. Its a real drag when all
of your buddies scram and you're the
loner. Also, get something regular
going with your group of friends, besides getting
toasted every weekend, our particular group
started playing dungeons and dragons, it was a
great escape to adventure in fascinating
worlds, rather than stew over a beer in muggy DG.
* If you
don't like reading, now is a good time to
start. The library on DG has a few good
titles, but I had all my literature shipped in!
* The food
is stale most times, but you can still stock up a
good hoard, Klondike Bars, for instance, anything
frozen, twinkes, ho hos what have you.
* Play
hoops, or tennis, or volleyball. My old
roomate and I used to play hoops and tennis at
night when the temperature cooled down. DG
was just a year but it seemed like more, A LOT
MORE! When your sport comes up, be it hockey,
football, baseball, whatever, follow your team on
the net, record their wins and losses on a little
calendar, instead of counting days on a real one.
* Pick up
your buddies when they're down,...gather everyone
up at suppertime, and hit the galley, never dine
ALONE! We also had movie nights where we'd
all see a flic, its free ya know!!!! DG doesn't
have to be a miserable experience, but it might,
so make it as painless as possible for yourself.
It seems
the more luxuries that DG has to offer, the more
grumping there is. When I arrived in '82 I didn't
even have another woman to BS with the rest
arrived 2 weeks later. The first night on the
island, a guy broke into my room thinking he was
going to score (glad I slept with a blade under my
pillow) I learned very fast that come in all
forms; the clearest water I've ever seen (ruined
the NC beaches for me for life, but DG's are the
best), solitude to hear myself think, no
preservatives spoiling the taste of the food (we
went fishing every sunday from an LCM-8, who needs
a "fishing boat" anyway?), spending most of my
free time doing the things I enjoy (like SKIN
DIVING!), NO traffic jams (actually I did see one
once, there were three trucks in line waiting for
the truck in front to make a left turn), having
the DG Tea Party (the Britrep and his crew had the
main road blocked and was charging $.25 to get
past. We kidnapped him and threw him in the lagoon
along with a dozen boxes of tea bags. He thought
it was cool as it was July 4th).
Look around
folks, there's plenty to do and enjoy about Diego
Garcia. If I could, I'd go back in a heartbeat to
live there perminantly. "They" call this
civilization and DG barbaric. I think someone is
just a wee bit turned around!
Hey Ted,
you can sign my name to this! Barbara
Shuping BM3 DG 1982-83
* I haven't
seen one complaint on this page that would have
made me want to be at sea instead of on Diego.
Tell them all to quityerbitchin!! If these people
really thought that Uncle Sam was gonna send them
on a 1 year, all expenses paid, vacation to a
tropical paradise and not exact some sort of toll,
then I guess BIOT missed quite a few drugs at
their airport searches. Military life, in
general, in not a cushy ride. You all need to make
the best of whatever situation you find yourselves
in and remember, YOU WEREN'T DRAFTED, you
volunteered for whatever service or support group
brought you to Diego. They have a world class MWR
program there and most activities cost little or
nothing, the "locals are great and can show you
how to enjoy your stay if you let them, and the
parties are definitely world class. So get yer ass
outta that rack and make the best of YOUR CHOICE.
Whew! I do believe I've worked up a thirst. Must
be time for a "Capt's Call"...
* Whiners
the lot of you! The real serious bitches
are: 1$/day windsurfer rental (should be 25
cents), $2.50/hour sailboat rental (should be
$2.50 per week), weather (no friggin' snow means
no ski jumping), no broadband internet connection
(takes 2 whole minutes to download a playboy
picture), no 100% Agave Tequila (now that's a
hardship tour). There's others, but I'm too
emotionally distraught to continue....
* I don't
want to depress anyone, but I got around the long
distance phone charges and paid nothing and still
talked to my wife every night from DG. I
don't know if you can still get away with it but
this is what I did: I found the AUTOVON
number to the base operator at a Base near my
house, I called the number and asked the operator
for an outside line, when I was connected I would
simply dial my home number and it was a local
call. So if that doesn't depress you nothing
will. I learned this from the Base Chaplin
who uses this technique when you need to make a
hardship call home. also the operator will
place the call for you, just don't try and place a
long distance call through the operator that won't
work, or at least it didn't then.
* The one
one thing that I did not like was when I got a box
from home, I had to open it in front of a BRIT at
the PO.
* The thing
I hated the most about DG was having the ships
pull in and the crews from the ships tearing up
the Turner Club bathrooms, having sex in the
stalls, and puking all up and down the aisle of
the bus I had to ride to work. Disgusting
behavior!
* My husband was
stationed at Diego Garcia for 1 year and then
extended for 6 months. I am a civilian and
waited for him faithfully the entire time and when
he returned, after one and a half days together,
he left to a hotel and
told me by phone he wanted a
divorce. He then filed divorce paperwork
with a paralegal, left the state and has now
served me for divorce. We were friends
for several years, and had a relationship for four
more, and then he married me before he left for
Diego Garcia. I think he must have started
another relationship. Does this happen
frequently at Diego Garcia? It certainly has
left me with a hole in my heart. I think the
military should take more responsibility for the
relationships of their military personnel when
they are on unaccompanied tours. Maybe
instead of so many recreational activities and
drinking they should have support
groups/meetings/advise for those separated from
their spouses. Anyway, I'm curious to hear
if this happens a lot after a tour at Diego
Garcia. Please keep my e-mail name
confidential. Thank you.
* For the past 6
mos and for how ever long I have to, I have been
waiting for my husband to come back to the US.
Luckily I have been able e-mail him, or I would be
lost. He doesn't get to say much, which is
understandable, but I wish the communication were
better. The navy sends their soldiers out there,
they should provide free phone calls, limited of
course, to their family and companions. That's
just an opinion from a lonely, yet proud, and
waiting patiently, civilian.
* Yeah, I have
something to gripe about: The sunrises and sunsets
are so damn beautiful, the yellowfin tunas weigh
to damn much and nearly give you a hernia bringin'
em in. The lack of pollution cleared out my lungs
and the people and parties were too f-ing
cool. What kind of place is this? Anway, one
real gripe; the minute the women set foot on the
island, their heads swelled up like basketballs
from all the guys drooling over them when they got
off the airplane. Too bad for those pigs that the
tour lasted a year and not a lifetime.
* Dear Sir: I
had an audience with HM The Queen at Buckingham
Palace, and all I got was this Poxy Flag...
Bloody
Hell!
Yours;
STILL a
Commoner
From the
1980s: "I FUCKING HATE PLANTERS CHEESE BALLS
, AND PRINGLES IN THE CAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
From 1993:
Things that I liked to gripe about on DG -
Bugs
- Big-Ass furry camel-brown tarantulas, coming out
from under the bus seat at 4:30 AM, while the bus
is moving. Cockroaches, hiding under the
toilet seat, crawling on my ass and freaking me
out when I sit down. Brown hornets, stinging
me on the thigh when I have never bothered the
little bastards.
Aggressive
barracudas, who have nothing better to do than
hang out under the boat and keep us poor souls who
just want to cool off from jumping in for a swim
in the nice clear water. We had one follow
us around whenever we moved to a different
location. They're smart little devils!
Communications
- the "Cable & Penniless Co" - I know of
people who spent a huge portion of their paycheck
to call home every week. We also had a military
phone line (can't remember what it was called)
that we could make very short phone calls (I think
they were limited to 15 min), and the operator
would interrupt the conversation every 60 seconds
after the first five minutes, just to tell us that
we were running out of time. I think we
could only use it once a month or something like
that. It was also a very bad connection and
sometimes impossible to hear from each end of the
conversation. You had to say "OVER" each
time you were done speaking.
Waiting
for mail - Marriages broke up because of the poor
mail cycle there. But, I know it's also bad
on ships at sea, so I knew DG wasn't the only
place with these problems. However, when the
MCPON visited DG in 1993, I expressed my concerns
to him and he promised to look into it (it was a
nice gesture). Now here I am wintering over
in Antarctica, with no mail for almost six
months. At least we have a good reason - no
flights during the winter.
I can honestly say
the only gripe I ever had about DG was being apart
from my family. But, being a proud Navy
Chief, it was merely two back to back cruises with
a two week vacation in between. I have
said over and over, that if I could have shared
that island with my wife and son, they would have
had to drag me with my fingernails embedded in the
flightline from the island.
To all of you who
have bitched and moaned about the place:
Look closely at the way you lived your life
there. Did you do the best job you could do
at work? Did you treasure the friends you
met there? Did you ever stop to take in just
one of those sunsets? Did you do anything to
advance your career (and not just your military
career)? Did you try to share the beauty of
the place with your family and friends
stateside? Did you see that the few
hardships that you encountered were not hardships,
merely tests of your own self will and
determination? Did you find something inside
you that lead you to deepen your belief in YOUR
God? If you did none of the above, you
missed out on the prime lesson of
DG. You are what you make yourself.
Ladies and
Gentlemen, life is what we make it, and that
includes the year (some lucky bastards got more)
we spent on DG. If all you can focus on is
the negative, then life will be negative.
Even those who lost a spouse in one way or another
(divorces are rarely a one way street) should take
a look at the loss, someone who won’t stand by you
for a year is hardly going to be relied upon to
stand by you when you are old, gray and pooping in
a bag. Open your eyes and heart and find
that person who will.
If
you can find nothing but bad on DG, then you will
find nothing but bad in all of your life.
Lighten up folks, learn from the bad and cherish
the good. It’s not the island, it’s not the
command, it’s not even the Navy. It’s your
life, make the best of it.
To all of you who
have bitched and moaned about the place:
Look closely at the way you lived your life
there. Did you do the best job you could do
at work? Did you treasure the friends you
met there? Did you ever stop to take in just
one of those sunsets? Did you do anything to
advance your career (and not just your military
career)? Did you try to share the beauty of
the place with your family and friends
stateside? Did you see that the few
hardships that you encountered were not hardships,
merely tests of your own self will and
determination? Did you find something inside
you that lead you to deepen your belief in YOUR
God? If you did none of the above, you
missed out on the prime lesson of
DG. You are what you make yourself.
Ladies
and Gentlemen, life is what we make it, and that
includes the year (some lucky bastards got more)
we spent on DG. If all you can focus on is
the negative, then life will be negative.
Even those who lost a spouse in one way or another
(divorces are rarely a one way street) should take
a look at the loss, someone who won’t stand by you
for a year is hardly going to be relied upon to
stand by you when you are old, gray and pooping in
a bag. Open your eyes and heart and find
that person who will.
If
you can find nothing but bad on DG, then you will
find nothing but bad in all of your life.
Lighten up folks, learn from the bad and cherish
the good. It’s not the island, it’s not the
command, it’s not even the Navy. It’s your
life, make the best of it.