Most folks here already know I served in a FRAM-updated WWII Gearing class DD; Brinkley Bass-DD887. They should, they've heard me say it often enough. I was a third-class RM when I got out in December '70.
Funniest story I have is the chain-of-command. It was a regular hobby for someone to break into the baker's locker at least once a month and steal a box of doughnuts. One day we were enjoying a box in the radio shack when RM1 Brown came in, took one and warned us that the Chief RM was on the prowl. Sure enough, our Chief walked in, but instead of raking us over the coals he took a doughnut and warned us the Lt. Adell, the Com Officer, was out and about. Of course our next visitor was Mr. Adell, who took one and warned us that Lt. Anderson, the Ops Officer, was looking for the doughnuts. I swear it's true; Mr. Anderson came in, took one and said the Captain was around, so be careful. Sure enough, the next man through the door was the Skipper. Being very leery of taking gifts from enlisted men he ASKED if he could have one of OUR doughnuts. When he left he thought it best to warn us our Chief was snooping around; he didn't like these sort of shennanigans from his boys.
We just said we'd be careful.
Closest I ever got to a sub was taking some pictures in Guam.
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