O.k. Prok, you fucking Egg burner, ya done went and pissed me off, so no more 'CHERRY DRINKS' for you, so since I received your heart rending ;put down about my fucking masterpiece, I have been thinking and thinking to the point that my ol' Brain (what's left) almost caught on fire, and you know how I am about fucking fire, and besides, there was no "HANKY PANKY" going on with the crew that I served with, I'll have you know that we were 'Battle Hardened Combat Sailors', fresh from the bloody fields of the Horse and Cow, several parts of Lower San Diego, and many encounters in places with exotic names such as 'SUBIC CITY', THE WANCHI, AND YOKO-SUCK; but in the line of duty, there were at times a few incidents of mirth that did occur; and one that comes to mind:

Well, once apon a time; there was this Submarine called Segundo, and once again she was sailing somewhere off the coast of exotic 'VIET NAM' in an area called the 'Gulf of Tonkin'. and it was time for 'TORPEDO QUARTERLY MAINTENANCE', and as all you 'SALTY MOTHERFUCKERS' know, when its time to work on the fish and you slept in one of the rooms, you either went back to the AFT BATT and hot bunked or you pitched in and helped where needed, to get it finished, BUT,. I regress; anyway ol Chief SWAKHAMMER was on the 'CHRISTMAS TREE' in the control room, and Tom-a-duch, and the Wop were in charge of the Fwd Room, well we had this fucking war shot out in the middle of the room, well in the pit, and we were man handling this fucking Mk 14/16 whathe fuck ever, and there were 4 Torpmen strikers, 1 RM(me) 1 QM (VOSS) 1 YEOMAN, and of course the two Hucks (asleep) in the Bridal Suite. anyway, we are just pulling our guts out trying to load this motherfucker into #3 tube, when the Captain steps into the room , looks around, and all he see's is strikers, RM's Qm's and YN's fucking with his 'War Shot' . So he screams out "Who the fuck is in charge" here? And where are my Torpedo men:  At which time we all drop the pully line, snap around Smartly, and in the finest tradition of the 'Submarine Service' ; Voss yell out "I am sir, QM2(SS) Voss, and the Torpedomen lost the "OOLY", so they are after COFFEE.

So there ya are, not quite as good as the H and C; wish I could see some of those old drawings that you and I did, and you are right, they would probably have made this job of sea stories a little easier, but I will try again after I put out my poor old brain, and get it working again
Still love ya
SKIDS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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