from Ajax Deex, "When two or three shall meet, and old tales be
Whenever classmates get together there are sure to be
wonderful stories exchanged about our service experiences, our eccentric
shipmates, and the quaint and colorful costumes we were called upon to
wear. I'm not referring to self serving aggrandizement about inventing the
Internet, but rather the Sea Stories that we all love to tell and we all
love to hear. It would be a shame if all those true tall tales
were lost. They added a richness to our lives over the years and will be a
great legacy for our class. How else will our children and children's
children come to appreciate their heritage? If you have a favorite tale,
please share it with your classmates...with the emphasis on nostalgia,
humor, and even outlandishness."
The Russiians buzzed my ship by Jack
5/8/2018 Legends from Bancroft Hall by
Something for the Dark Ages
During my tour as Commanding Officer of
NAPS the Navy Department instituted a program for minorities (Project Boost) to
avail themselves into either USNA or the then popular NESEP program. This duo
command structure was the perfect setting for conflict as the two programs
dictated opposing doctrine. One very disciplined and the other as liberal as one
could imagine. Having both programs on campus at the same time set the scene for
constant vigilance 24/7. One evening I was watching the late
news on TV in my quarters just at the foot of one dormitory. Suddenly I
heard an enormous roar of shouting “kill them”. I opened the window looked
outside and saw streams of students jumping out the windows, running down fire
escapes and racing toward the Tome School building. In seconds I was out the
front door racing up the hill to catch anyone to see what was going on. The
first candidate simply stated “we had an alert from the security watch get to
the school”. I out ran most of the crowd and when I got to the school several
hundred students were surrounding a moving van. The driver (a black man) was
inside with windows closed and doors locked. I assessed the situation as not a
“program clash” but that’s about all. I made my way through the crowd,
identified myself to the driver and he rolled down the window. The yelling
stopped and those immediately around the cab backed off a bit, but still in
range of hearing me talk to the driver. I asked him what happened. He stated he
wasn’t sure himself but he just loaded the furniture of my neighbor into his
truck and was leaving. Obviously he took a wrong turn and had to turn around,
when suddenly as he backed up to the front entrance, the area became alive with
students, yelling and screaming “Get those expletives”. So I closed my
windows and locked the doors. I turned to a student leader close by and asked
him his story. Well, number one it was football season; number two; we were
scheduled to play Army Prep and three; the driver’s truck just happened to
back right up to our huge anchors by the school steps. In that the prior week
our lads had made a trip to Army Prep and sequestered their army field howitzer,
they might expect a visit from Army. In protection and expecting retaliation the
students organized an alert system should the Army be so bold as to retaliate.
Realizing this was a big mistake in ID, though very effective, I explained to
the driver and all to hear we were sorry and he was free to go. He gave me a big
grin extended his hand for a friendly shake and said ”Man I’m sure glad
I’m not Army”. The response from the students and team members of both
programs was loud and clear “Beat Army!” We won the game.
From Jack Davison,
In conformity with the suggestion of Ajax
Deex,here is my interesting experience.
During June and July of 1957 I was in the
VAW-12 detachment embarked in Saratoga (CVA- 60) with Carrier Air Group 3 while
engaged in fleet exercises preparatory to the Northern Europe Strikeback
exercise.Part of the day's exercise involved trying to intercept a surface
raider represented by Northhampton, flagship of the OTC, our former
commandant,known irreverently to us as Pirie Barbarossa from the whiskers that
protected his facial skin. One afternoon I was turning back toward home plate
for my scheduled recovery when Iwas directed to go several milesout of fthe way
to investigate visually a contact suspected of being the raider. Dutifully I
chugged off and observed an innocent merchantman.
On my way home I noticed that I had less fuel than I expected to need. I
squeezed my pucker string, and the rpm and mixture for maximum endurance and
flew steadily on, reporting my low state. Upon arrival I was given an immediate
Charlie and entered the pattern. Fortunately I made one of the best Roger passes
of my life, practically on rails, and caught a good wire. The plane director
signaled me to raise the hook and fold my wings, and directed me forward. The
next one taxied me all the way to the bow, propellor practically over the water.
He signalled to chock me and gave the cut engine signal. As I reached for the
mixture to pull it back to idle cutoff,the propellor ever so quietly stopped
turning, Ever thereafter my unvarying response to "Can you extend?"
was "Negative! LowState!"
No tankers then to bail out the
From Dick Gantt, 5/25/09.
Departed Île Royale, French Guiana on Mothers Day after hauling 100 feet of
chain and the anchor by hand. (Edythe forgot how to turn the windlass on and due
to it not being activated it had no power.) Not a good beginning but the start
of an exhausting - to say it bluntly - week.
That evening, May 10th, Celerity experienced an engine failure. Suspecting
contaminated fuel Dick immediately commenced steering by hand since he knew that
we didn'ave enough battery power to run the autopilot. (He was hopeful that he
could keep the main GPS unit operating by turning everything off and not have to
rely on the handheld GPS unit.)
Five days later we crossed our '94 outgoing track near Man-of-War-Bay, Tobago.
Didn't stop, as we knew that there wasn't any help for us there. Continued hand
steering the last 83Nm to Grenada. GPS operated until 4.3Nm from Prickley Bay
our Grenada destination. Contacted the local Coast Guard requesting a tow. Were
towed just inside the bay, but it was our lucky day. Joe Welch on S/V Watercolor
heard our Coast Guard call and came to our rescue. He offered to make
arrangements for Celerity to be towed into Prickley Bay Marina. Soon three men
in their respective dinghies were at our side and within minutes Celerity's bow
was attached to a buoy and her stern to the side of the fuel dock where we are
Saturday, being a weekend, we had to wait until Monday before Racardo who would
pump out our dirty diesel could be contacted. But that was OK...we were tired
and needed some rest and a shower.
Monday we cleared into Grenada and the various people were contacted that could
help us. Wednesday Celerity's tank was cleaned and Thursday the local mechanic
changed the two fuel filters but the recently charged starting battery wouldn't
start the engine. (Celerity's engine is always extremely hard to start after a
fuel filter change.) Friday with a newly charged starting battery and after 2
hours of work Matt got the engine to operate. Thank goodness now we have a clean
tank, new fuel, a running engine, and once again battery power in order to
operate the cooler and the radio.
on sailing to Trinidad, probably next week. Grenada is within the hurricane box
so we don't want to leave Celerity here, as our insurance will not cover her in
these waters. Plan to put the yacht on the 'hard' in order to dry out and begin
the work on the repair list, like replacing the broken sink peacock. (Our repair
list is LONG as you can imagine...but nothing is serious.
It will be a fourteen-week passage from Walvis Bay to Trinidad, but we are
taking our time and have stopped at some very interesting islands. Our once
filled V-berth storage and tinned goods locker are almost empty of food. But we
had ample; we are not going hungry.
this time of the year is hot and humid; reminding us of the sticky weather in
Malaysia that Edythe didn't like. Expect to return to the States mid June.
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Dick and Edythe Gantt"