I Was a Sailor Once

 

"I can imagine no more rewarding a career. And any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile, I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction, 'I served in the United States Navy'." - John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) 

 

"I WAS A SAILOR ONCE"

 

- I liked standing on the bridge wing at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds whipping in from the four quarters of the globe.

 

- I liked the sounds of the Navy - the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe, the syncopated clangor of the ship's bell on the quarterdeck, harsh, and the strong language and laughter of sailors at work.

 

- I liked Navy vessels - plodding fleet auxiliaries and amphibs, sleek submarines and steady solid aircraft carriers.

 

- I liked the proud names of Navy ships: Midway, Lexington, Saratoga, Yorktown, Shangri-La, Coral Sea, Canisteo, Antietam, Essex, America, FDR, Intrepid, Wasp, Valley Forge, Oriskany - memorials of great battles won and tribulations overcome.

 

- I liked the lean angular names of Navy "Tin-Cans" and escorts, mementos of heroes who went before us; and the others - San Jose, San Diego, Los Angeles, St. Paul, Chicago, Oklahoma City, named for our cities.

 

- I liked the tempo of a Navy band, liberty call and the spicy scent of a foreign port.

 

- I even liked the paperwork, on-loads, vert-reps,, un-reps, ammo loads, and all hands working parties as my ship filled herself with the multitude of supplies, both mundane and to cut ties to the land and carry out her mission anywhere on the globe where there was water to float her.

 

- I liked sailors from all parts of the land, farms, small towns, the mountains and the prairies, from all walks of life.

 

- I trusted and depended on them as they trusted and depended on me - for professional competence, for comradeship, for strength and courage. In a word,,, they were "Shipmates", then and forever.

 

- I liked the surge of adventure in my heart when the word was passed: ''Now Hear This, Now hear This'', "Now station the special sea and anchor detail, All hands to quarters for leaving port," and I liked the infectious thrill of sighting home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting pierside. The work was hard and dangerous, the going rough at times, the parting from loved ones painful,but the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the "all for one and one for all" philosophy of the sea was ever present.

 

- I liked the fierce and dangerous activity on the flight deck of aircraft carriers, earlier named for battles won: Enterprise, Independence, Boxer, Princeton and oh so many more. Some lost in battle and some, sadly, many scrapped.

 

- I liked the names of the aircraft and helicopters; Spad, Skyraider, Corsair, Hell-Cat, Crusader, Willie-Fudd, Intruder, Sea King, Phantom, Skyhawk, Huey, Demon, Hupp, Skywarrior, Banshee, Widow-Maker, and many more that bring to mind offensive and defensive orders of battle.

 

- I liked the excitement of an alongside replenishment as my ship slid in alongside the oiler and the cry of, "Standby to Receive Shotlines", prefaced the hard work of, rigging spanwires and fuel hoses, echoed across the narrow gap of water between the ships and welcomed the mail and fresh milk, fruit and vegetables, that sometimes accompanied the fuel. Sometimes we'd Hi-Line the "Chaplain", back and forth in the "Bo'sun Chair". Oh, and I always liked when they would Hi-Line those big brown boxes,that contained the New Movies. Then in-port, we'd have a working party to set up those old folding hairs so, we could watch those movies in hangar bay #1 in port, or down on the Mess Decks. Sometimes we'd even get a treat of popcorn.

 

- I liked the serenity of the sea after a day of hard ship's work, as flying fish flitted across the wave tops and sunset gave way to night. I liked the feel of the Navy in darkness - the Masthead and Range Lights, the red and green navigation lights and stern light, the pulsating phosphorescence of radar repeaters - they cut through the dusk and joined with the mirror of stars overhead. And I liked drifting off to sleep lulled by the myriad noises, large and small, that told me that my ship was alive and well, and that my shipmates on watch would keep me safe.

 

- I liked quiet mid-watches with the aroma of strong coffee - the life blood of the Navy permeating everywhere. The smell of the Chipped-Beef or SOS being cooked for breakfast. And I liked hectic watches when the exacting minuet of haze-gray shapes racing at flank speed kept all hands on a razor edge of alertness.

 

- I liked the sudden electricity of "General Quarters, General Quarters, All Hands Man Your Battle Stations", followed by the hurried clamor of running feet on ladders and the resounding thump of watertight doors as the ship transformed herself in a few brief seconds from a peaceful workplace to a "Weapon of War" - ready for anything. And I liked the sight of space-age equipment manned by youngsters clad in dungarees and sound-powered phones that their grandfathers would still recognize.

 

- I liked the traditions of the Navy and the men who made them.

 

- I liked the proud names of Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John Paul Jones and Burke.

 

- A sailor could find much in the Navy: Comrades-in-Arms, Pride in Self and Country, Mastery of the Seaman's Trade. An Adolescent would find Adulthood.

 

- In years to come, when sailors are home from the sea,,, we still remember with fondness and respect the ocean in all its moods - the impossible shimmering mirror calm and the storm-tossed green water surging over the bow. And then there will come again a faint whiff of stack gas, a faint echo of engine and rudder orders, a vision of the bright bunting of Signal Flags snapping at the Yard-Arm, a recall of hearty laughter in the Chief's Mess and Mess Decks.

 

- Having gone ashore for good,,, we grow humble about our Navy days, when the seas were a part of us and a new port of call was ever over the horizon.

 

- Remembering this, We Stand Taller and say, "I WAS A SAILOR ONCE." - Author Unknown

 

USS Oriskany CVA34 - OE Division 1972-1976

 

USS Longbeach CGN9 - OE Division 1976-1978