QUOTE: Originally posted by cplchilly
Although I served as a Marine I did 2 WESPACS one on the Tuscaloosa (if I remember correctly) and another that that I cant remember offhand. We had some great times on board, sometimes nothing more than sitting up on deck playing spades and watching the seasick heave over the sides. We met some great people on board and got to see a lot of the world so to all you fellas that served on board ships thank you.
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Chilly... do you know to this day I can't stand the sight, nor the sound of the word "Spades" or even "Hearts" to a lesser degree
I think my two deployments combined I played a total of 3,297.5 hands of the two combined... the .5 is the night I had to cut out early because the next day I had watcht... cirbbage I never got into but that was mentioned as much...
In 1986/7 during my first cruise I saw "Ferris Beullers Day Off" 1,924 times thanks to Weapons Platoon with 24th MAU who the team I was with bunked with.... every night at 20:00 a collective groan came out of us squid minded guys... the platoon leader immediately stood up and wanted to know who the h@ll did that hahha.. it was his tape and his VCR and he'd fight anyone who wanted to change the movie...
During my second deployment I berthed with Battalion Recon, 2/6 Battalion, 26th MEU(SOC)... I watched "I Love Lucy" re-runs along with a sniper (that was
HIS tape and you watch it or face his wrath! (pretty buff guy)) till I dreamed *I* was Ricky Ricardo and Lucy was my b.... well you get the picture..
haha but I loved being out with yall... I don't think I would have wanted it any other way... my dad is a former marine and so was his dad etc.. etc.. etc.. about 5 generations back... one of the nice things about being a Doc... when we were on liberty we didn't have to worry about getting in fights with Navy people (cause of you Marines), the locals were no prob(cause of yall)... and a Marine would never touch a Doc... and best of all a Marine would go up against Goliath himself (or even another Marine) to help out Doc... (poor old
drunk Doc, I should say haha)
Semper Fi to all my little green sea sick Marine friends... and to my shipmates, I say fair winds and a following sea! And to my Army buddies (I had the chance to serve at Ft. Sam going to Respiratory Therapy School at AMMED for over a year, honorary member of the Army Medical Battalion or something like that, lost the certificate) You're my little green friends too... I gained a
lot of respect for the Army during that time... but they needed to teach yall better rank and recognition in basic! Everytime I went to the PX about 50 Privates up to PFC's would be standing outside the PX with an Ice Cream cone in their hands saluting me because I had birds on my collar! (wearing my Eisenhower) haha (the NCO rank badges have an eagle over the chevrons) they probably thought I was the youngest colonel known to the US Navy!
Thanks to all of yall for replying to this post, military, and non-miltary types as well!!!! It was kind of cathartic for me, and it was nice to see others felt similar about losing a icon of your life... whether it was a Huey, a model of a ship, or your home, your love, your entire town for years...
Wow... I think I might have hit on something... when we were out to sea, except for liberty.. we were a self enclosed community... I guess it would be like going back to the city where you lived as a kid and find it has been totally destroyed... I guess that would help explain it to someone who hasnt been underway, or like Granddad said "lost a friend" BTW I like that Grandad... it explains a lot... these things were real.. not made out of metal.. but made of the love for them of the people who were on them... Huey, Ship, Tank, etc...
---Tom---