Sunday, August 28, 2005


Here I am waiting for my wife, Carroll, to surface from her dressing room and announce, ”Are you ready yet, Its time to go to Church”. (The actual time to go has usually already past.) I got to thinking about Sunday on the Boats I was on 40 years ago and wondering how it is now. My interest in those days was not quite on spiritual development but there was always somewhat of a drive to attend church services fostered by memories of my Grandmothers faith in God and my wife’s active involvement.

Usually Sunday was just looked forward to because it was a stand-down day, no drills or field-days. There were only 2 of the 4 Boats I was on that I remember actually had a church service in the Crews Mess. The boomer, Andrew Jackson, had a temporary crew member, a medical Dr who led services on one patrol. On the Snook, SSN 592, we had a Chief IC-man who not only led the church services but was the boat’s couth patrolman, sort of an asst. COB for moral and hygiene issues. He was usually the one to present the XO’s disappointments regarding these categories and spell out the expected remedial action.

The Church service was always succinct: Opening Prayer, Sing Hymns, Read Bible, Sing Hymn, and Closing Prayer. It is interesting to note that the CO attended many of the services but I don’t remember seeing the XO there.

Chief Swiegert, I didn’t take the time to thank you at the time. You had a positive impact in my life, I thank you now.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Lost Radioactive Parts

Now here's an article I stumbled on that either makes you feel good that the Ruskies have a systematic method to assure keeping their stray radioactive components out of the hands of terrorist so they can't make dirty bombs; or it just just confirms that making port visits to Vladivistok is not compatable with man-rem reduction programs.

The photo in this article finally answered an old wonder-what-it-looks-like thought I once had while monitoring Vladivistok TV audio on the ECM back in the Cold War days. It also dredged up the memory of a photo we took through our periscope of a surfaced submarine comming out of that port with the officer on their bridge pointing his finger directly at us. You could see the excited expression on his face. Yeah, we were real close. It would have been cool if it had been one of the photos used in "Blindman's Bluff".

"Those were the days"