Me and Willy were lollygagging by the scuttlebutt after being aloft to boy-butter up the antennas and were just perched on a bollard eyeballing a couple of bilge rats and flangeheads using crescent hammers to pack monkey shit around a fitting on a handybilly.
All of a sudden the dicksmith started hard-assing one of the deck apes for lifting his pogey bait. The pecker-checker was a sewer pipe sailor and the deckape was a gator. Maybe being blackshoes on a bird farm surrounded by a gaggle of cans didn’t set right with either of those gobs.
The deck ape ran through the nearest hatch and dogged it tight because he knew the penis machinist was going to lay below, catch him between decks and punch him in the snot locker. He’d probably wind up on the binnacle list but Doc would find a way to gundeck the paper or give it the deep six to keep himself above board.
We heard the skivvywaver announce over the bitch box that the breadburners had creamed foreskins on toast and SOS ready on the mess decks so we cut and run to avoid the clusterfuck when the twidgets and cannon cockers knew chow was on.
We were balls to the wall for the barn and everyone was preparing to hit the beach as soon as we doubled-up and threw the brow over. I had a ditty bag full of fufu juice that I was gonna spread on thick for the bar hogs with those sweet bosnias. Sure beats the hell out of brown bagging. Might even hit the acey-duecy club and try to hook up with a westpac widow. They were always leaving snail trails on the dance floor on amateur night.
So, you had a Doc off a Boat, huh?
Also, signalman announced over the 1MC that the cooks had creamed chipped beaf and ground beaf on toast .
Getting ready to go on liberty when they lower the steps, spreading on the colone (stink water). Headed to the on base club to pick up someone elses wife/girlfriend who’s ship in on cruise in the West Pacific. Brown bagging is living on shore. The last sentance I will leave for someone else.
Yea, I did some time in ‘Uncle Sam’s Canoe Club’ Also found myself TAD to the Marine Crops, and no I wasn’t a ‘Dicksmith’. Nick Jr
So Nick, did they address you as “Doc?”
As I said, no I was not a Dicksmith. I was in communications. Made it up to E5 and then back down to E3 in one enlistment, 65 to 69. Before you ask, Yes HONORABLE discharge, just no red ribbon (Good Conduct) Nick Jr
We were called “fairies” in comms . So be on your guard . Backs to the wall , and all that . I was doubly dubbed , because not only was I a fairy , but the Royal Navy called us “crabs” .Never did understand that one . Caught 'em once , but never understood .
Youse guys over there have a way with woirds.
‘Torch’ and it does not have a flame.
The one that was very interesting, " Just now"…
Cheers,
Darryl Noble said:
'Torch' and it does not have a flame.Cheers,
But it does the same job, and torch is a lot shorter than flashlight
I was Army for the first tour and then AF the rest of the way, however by some strange quirk I did do some shipboard time during the South East Asia War Games. Being a CT (Navy for a crypto Geek in a spook shop) to say that it was an education would be an understatement.
One of my first civilan assingments after leaving the reserves as a full time Guard/Reserve Technician I was paird with an retired Navy CT on shift at a remote undergound location. He was a hoot to work with and completed most of my navyspeak education. He was also a practical joker that made life interesting.
For the young guys who don’t know what a P38 is, you were just not there.
Ron
…grinning…
So do I have to learn what all this means to sail my boat? [:D]
Ron, I was a CT attached to a Marine sniper group. My job was to find the target.
We refered to our selves as “Lightening fast chicken pluckers” due to the ensignia on our rate patches.
P38 same same can opener.
Boy is this thread dragging up some old memories about some great guys I served with, thank you Nick Jr
Anybody still have their P38 layin around?
Mine still works…does a better job than the electric one…
Wow Steve I had not heard all that since 65 .
Some prefered to shxt, shower and shave before going ashore instead of the marine shower from a bottle .
Tincan man
yep. still carry one on my key chain. Amazing the folks who ask…what the heck is that?
especially the TSA at the airport…
Oh yeah !! They came with the tasty C-Rations. Yum yum…
Cheers,
They’ve not made me remove it yet when I go thru security. S’pose they don’t know the value of such a thing or they would make me remove it so they could keep it! I greatly pfrer MREs but I can have regular ol’ beans too with that little gem!
Andre’
For Mike Morgan in reply to, “I don’t know why our Navy call’s our Airforce Crabs ,” We actually call you Crabfats.After the medication of the time which was an ointment that was blue in colour, the same colour as your Airforce tunics. It was used to treat Body lice, or “crabs” colloquily. 
Daryl, I sure can’t get into same word different meaning with you, thats just too much fun.
Rod F.
I still got my P-38, Great piece of kit.
I still have a couple of P38’s laying around. They also make a good screwdriver when your in a bad fix.
I must say, I have a preference for some of the older C-rats, and some of the MRE’s as well. I have a case or two squirreld away for bad times. I used to carry them in the car for emergencies as well.
Back in 1975 after being out of the active duty miliary for eight years, I joined an Army National Guard Armored Calvary Unit. We had a young NCO that was bragging that he could do anything that us Vietnam Vets could do, at the time I was cutting the lid off a can of cold C-ration Spagettie and Meatballs, as he was talking I stuck the spoon through the grease and started eating. The next thing I knew was was leaning off the M48 (Tank) and yacking. Us old Nam types just kept eating. When he got his stomach back in order, I just had to tell him, “Bill you can not even eat like one of us’ so your never going to be one of us”. That was the last we ever heard out of him on that subject.
Any of you remember eating K-Rats or 5 in ones? How about LURPS? I think the acronym stood for Long Range Patrol Rations. They had the dried goodies in them that you had to mix with water and in somes case flavor.
Ron