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Who Am I?

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  • Who Am I?

    Taken from the stern of a tug after I left during a PERSTRANS a mile from Alcatraz, May of '81.

    My chief was scheduled to leave, but had homicide on the brain after he found out his wife was teaching a former cook a few new recipes during our frequent at-sea periods. He planned to lie in wait in their closet, catch them in the act, and kill the both of them. I hated the thought of ratting him out, but had seen him in many a bar fight, so I knew he wasn't kidding. Reluctantly, I gave the XO the scoop.. A few minutes later, the XO walks into our space and announces, "Chief, I need a (blah, blah, blah) report ASAP". The chief says, "XO that will take hours and I'm supposed to make the PERSTRAN!" "Sorry chief, the CO needs this."

    He knew he couldn't get out of it, so he looked at me and said, "Take my place, and I'll go another time." No one knew the difference and I probably saved two people, since neither would have known he wasn't at sea. He beat up a couple of chiefs in the goat locker on his next boat and was retired a little sooner than planned. Otherwise, a good guy when he wasn't homicidal.

    I spent ten glorious days doing a lot of nothing; my only responsibility was to make sure I was on the pier as a line handler when she returned to port.

    Last edited by CC Clarke; 08-20-2020, 11:37 PM.

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    SSN-575 Seawolf ll


    • #3

      There's a reason they named the '21 after us. Unfortunately, "Fish don't vote", so the majority of US submarines have been named for states and cities for the last 40 years. I would much rather the Navy return to naming submarines for the storied creatures of the deep to honor those boats and their crews who "held the line" when we needed it the most in WWW II.

      Our step sail made us visually unique at the time. While inbound, crossing under "The Gate" once, an outbound skimmer radioed that a Russian submarine was entering port. I think they got a free copy of Jane's in the mail afterwards.

      More to follow.

      Dive deep, fear nothing,



      • #4
        A little harder. . . Where am I?

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        Last edited by CC Clarke; 08-22-2020, 10:06 AM.


        • #5

          Good call! That's a much-younger version of me in the co-pilot seat onboard DSRV-1 Mystic. A shot of our merry gang. If you've ever watched "Grey Lady Down," you'll see a split -second shot of a hairy DSRV's pilot's arm; that belonged to my chief on the right
          Last edited by CC Clarke; 08-22-2020, 05:48 PM.


          • #6
            Forty years later and I still am doing cool $&#!. . . And there is NO waiver.

            Never. . .

            Last edited by CC Clarke; 08-22-2020, 09:46 PM.