Where is the beer ?????
 

Sorry guys, for the uninitiated, US boats are dry. I've seen a few posts about: without the skipper's cabin where does the beer go? It don't go anywhere. The wardroom is dry, and the crew's mess is dry. There is no rum ration.

Those of you intending to play at 100% realism may want to reconsider. These will be very long patrols, and you could be out one or 2 months at a time.:yep:

He he... lol :rotfl:

get in ma belly http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c2...at_bastard.jpg:rotfl:

On the Barb, It went in the officers shower.:p

So lets sink ships quick so we dont have a bunch of stinky officers.:D

Well we couldn't import it from germany.;)

U.S. boats generally had a bit of whisky or brandy on board for "Medical" purposes.

Beeby. White meat!

We may not have beer but we'll have an ice cream machine!:D Oh no,we don't.... it was located in one of the engine rooms (which are not modeled).:cry::rotfl:

We need to have some Canadian boats. The 2 stern tubes in the old O boats were always filled with beer. We were allowed to have one or two cans when we came off watch.

This was twenty years after WWII, but I have personally seen the torpedomen take cleaning alcohol, the same fluid that we used to clean the decks and the torpedo's with, slow filter it through a loaf of bread to take out the dangerous impurties and then ferment it in a can of grape juice.

They set it in the corner of the fwd torpedo room, we only had one on the USS Salmon SS-573, but we always called it that from old habits. They stored it right next to the sonar stacks that got very hot.

I never tasted it (I was only 19 and didn't want to get into trouble), but it was a real special treat for these men.

Several years later I was transfered to a FBM (boomer) submarine and I saw things you wouldn't believe. Grown men having to sober up for a 90 day patrol, well we only spent maybe 80 days at sea, the rest was in port up-keep.

It was really something to see them change from bar type of people with red skin faces to I guess you would call them normal type of people with healthy faces, but no one who goes to sea for that long is normal.

Every patrol we knew how long we would be out and like clock work we would come back and rotate with the other crew. So we could pre-figure when half day was. Half-day parties were some of the best times we had. I was the MC for one party and the chief of the boat brought a single bottle of Miller High Life to auction off for the half way party. I started the bidding at $2.00 ... I was standing right in front of the captain, who would graciously attend our parties in the crews mess.

Three guys got together to out bid the other bids and by the time it was over the crews recreation fund had $23 donated for one bottle of beer. They then opened it right in front of everyone and shared it giggling all the way. The captain couldn't stop laughing. You see the crew had also spiked the punch and the captain kept reaching over to refill his cup from one of those big spray juice machines (you've seen them) like the ones at AM/PM etc. We called them bug spray machines, because if a bug got caught in one it just kept getting recycled. lol

Just one small problem, someone kept pouring Vodka in the darn thing and melted the little plastic ball that cycled the stuff ...

Oh yeah we had fun ... and those are just two stories ... :lol:

"This was twenty years after WWII, but I have personally seen the torpedomen take cleaning alcohol, the same fluid that we used to clean the decks and the torpedo's with, slow filter it through a loaf of bread to take out the dangerous impurties and then ferment it in a can of grape juice."

Guilty pleasures are all the more pleasurable. I've enountered a few strange (vodka injected) oranges in my time. The only rules that matter are ones the skipper enforces, and those are not broken.

Brings back fond memories....... :hmm:

I had two different Capt.s while on the USS Segundo SS-398, The first Skipper liked wine. On one particular cruise he brought a few cases of wine on board. Half way through the patrol we had a spaghetti dinner and all on aboard had a glass of red wine. Compliments of the Capt. Of course a proper toast and hearty cheer of "DBF", (DIESEL BOATS FOREVER} resounded through the Boat.
The 1969 WESTPAC brought us a new Capt and a man who enjoyed going ashore and tipping a few. One memory is standing topside watch in port, and seeing the Shore Patrol bringing the Capt. back to the Boat. They had picked him for being drunk and disorderly. They dropped him off, we called the XO up, he came topside talked to Capt. for a second and they took off together, walking back to town right behind the SP's. Later during the patrol we stopped in Auckland, New Zealand for a few days of liberty. Before heading out the Capt. said he wanted to have a swim call sometime during our patrol. He also wanted a steak fry up on the deck. So we went ashore and acquired several cases of Foster's Lager. You should have seen the look on the Surface Skimmers faces has we hauled the beer across their Destroyers deck, down our gang plank and down into the Boat. They couldn't believe it. Later during the patrol, we stopped in the middle of the South Pacific. had a swim call in the most beautiful water. You could look down underwater and see the whole Boat, stem to stern. During the Bar-B-Q topside every one was allotted two beers. Of course everyone was trying to get the non drinkers allottment for themselves.....Another hearty cheer went up for "DBF", none of us ever wanted to go to a nuke boat.................:up: :up:

How did you manage to hack into my family album? :shifty: