ahhh LRPs…I remember when they first came out and was munching them dry. Didn’t take but one session of stomach cramps to remmebr to drinking copius amounts of water when doing so. Or better…hydrate the damn stuff first!
Andre’
The P-38, called by our father’s generation an “Audie Murphy,” and by ours, a “John Wayne.” I remember them well. Still have one or two of them around. REI, a backpacking equipment outfitter, sells a version of the thing. A bit bigger than the original, but is just as good. Better for my older fingers.
So, Nick, was she worth it? ;D
OK Steve Ive been trying to decifer this…document
How did i do, I have to admit some of these were new and one completely threw me…
Me and Willy were lollygagging (goofing off/talking) by the scuttlebutt (water fountain) after being aloft (up the mast) to boy-butter (greasing) up the antennas and were just perched on a bollard (large post used to moor the ship) eyeballing a couple of bilge rats and flangeheads (workers from the engineering sections) using crescent hammers to pack monkey shit (grease) around a fitting on a handybilly (pump).
All of a sudden the dicksmith (Medic) started hard-assing (giving a talk down to) one of the deck apes (lowest level enlisted seaman) for lifting (stealing) his pogey bait (candybar). The pecker-checker(medic) was a sewer pipe sailor (submariner) and the deckape was a gator (amphibious service). Maybe being blackshoes (not aviation rated) on a bird farm (aircraft carrier) surrounded by a gaggle of cans (bunch of Destroyers) didn’t set right with either of those gobs (old time sailor name).
The deck ape (lowlie seaman) ran through the nearest hatch and dogged it (locked it) tight because he knew the penis machinist (medic)was going to lay below (go to lower decks), catch him between decks and punch him in the snot locker(nose). He’d probably wind up on the binnacle list ( Medical light/no duty list) but Doc would find a way to gundeck (falsify) the paper or give it the deep six (throw overboard) to keep himself above board (out of trouble).
We heard the skivvywaver (signalman) announce over the bitch box (PA system) that the breadburners (cooks) had creamed foreskins on toast (??? That’s a new one for me!) and SOS ready (was being served) on the mess decks so we cut and run (dropped everything and left) to avoid the clusterfuck (mad disorganized rush)when the twidgets (electronics guys) and cannon cockers (gunners) knew chow was on (food was being served).
We were balls to the wall (sailing fast) for the barn (home port) and everyone was preparing to hit the beach (going on shore leave) as soon as we doubled-up (tied up to the pier) and threw the brow over (could leave ship). I had a ditty bag (sailors duffle bag) full of fufu juice (cologne, usually cheap) that I was gonna spread on thick for the bar hogs (bar fly, bar hag, women who frequent sailor bars)with those sweet bosnias (Big Old Standard Navy Issue Asses). Sure beats the hell out of brown bagging (being married). Might even hit the acey-duecy club (a sailors club on base, dunno ranks) and try to hook up with a westpac widow (woman who’s husband was at sea). They were always leaving snail trails (being horny for fresh sailors) on the dance floor on amateur night (payday).
Was it worth it??? I have mixed feelings. I do know that I would give my all to keep this country free, no place else can compare to here. Since I don’t know all the reasons for our existing foreign policy I can’t comment on that. And I certainly don’t judge the whole country based on New Jersey, this state government is an ongoing joke. I guess the people who live here enjoy the rest of the country laughing at us, they keep reelecting the same thiefs. Our politions can’t be burried, they need to be screwed into the ground. I’ll put the box away now.
I do enjoy being in this brotherhood of trains and since finding the forums I find I have a lot in common with others here. THANK YOU ALL Nick Jr
Nick Peluso Jr said:Dam I didnt read this reply, thats what it is! Creamed Chipped Beef on Toast, I couldnt figure out that one at all...!!!
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
Vic,
A “deck ape” is not just a seaman, but a rather crude, but functional term for the ranks of Boatswain Mates. They become the coxswains (small boat operators) and many times the OINKS (Officers in Charge), providing the duty(assigning tasks good and bad) and carrying out the functions for the old man (the Captain of the Ship). When the scuttle (rumors) gets passed ( relayed to all the crew) to don’t piss off the Chief. It usually did not mean the head snipe (Chief Machinist Mate) or number one yeoman (Ship’s Clerks and keeper of the ship’s and crew’s records). It meant don’t piss off the Chief Boatswain Mate, because he could make everybody’s life miserable.
Ric, how right you are. Right out of boot camp, report to my first ship. First person I meet is Boatswain Mate First Class. He said “Two things BOOT, first I ain’t GOD but I’ll do till he gets here” second “don’t eat the Officers Candy”. Found out later ‘Officers Candy’ are camphor urinal cakes. On the plus side, nothing more beautiful than the sound of a Boatswain Pipe announcing revelie (spelling), chow, sweepers, lights out etc. No words were spoken, just the pipe. Nick Jr
Nick Peluso Jr said:And my wife is always wondering where I find all these neat new words and phrases to toss casually into pleasant conversation in polite society.....yeah, toss...like a grenade!
Ric, how right you are. Right out of boot camp, report to my first ship. First person I meet is Boatswain Mate First Class. He said "Two things BOOT, first I ain't GOD but I'll do till he gets here" second "don't eat the Officers Candy". Found out later 'Officers Candy' are camphor urinal cakes. On the plus side, nothing more beautiful than the sound of a Boatswain Pipe announcing revelie (spelling), chow, sweepers, lights out etc. No words were spoken, just the pipe. Nick Jr
Vic, been out of the crotch 37 years and still find those expletives sneaking out, worse thing is you don’t even realize it 'TILL LATER. Nick Jr
Its been 17 years since I was part of all that and my wife still has to offer an explanation every once in awhile to someone that he’s just “using his explaining voice”.
I pushed boots for a while, and every once in a while, when things aren’t gong just right, I get “that voice.” That voice that can control a company clear across the parade deck. And I often find those words slipping out that fit so well, where no other “civilian” word will do.
“You can take the sailor out of the Navy, but it is impossible to take the Navy out of the Sailor.”
Vic, you did quite well. To tighten things up a bit…
“Monkey Shit” is like plumbers putty only better. It is used to pack through hull or through bulkhead fittings to make them watertight.
"Blackshoes"are the real Navy, the surface sailors (skimmers) and submariners (bubbleheads). “Brownshoes” are the avaition Navy (airedales), a different Navy altogether.
“Acey-Duecy club,” a club for first and Second Class Petty Officers, E-6 and E-5, respectively.
Steve
I never pushed boots, but always got a bunch of the youngsters for their first real job in the USCG. Many times, I felt like I should add Nanny to my resume. My Uncle paid to send me to 5 weeks of recruiting school. Gradeated first in my class. Worked one day in a recruiting office and after drop kickin 3 long hair smart aces out the door vowing it would be a cold day in a hot place before something like that came in my Guard, I recieved fresh orders the next morning as XPO of the Cutter Sumac. T’aint it funny how things work out. Good boat, good crew, great old man and I was doing what I liked. Spent the rest of my days on the “Muddy”, except one short period of piloting an elevator for some muckity mucks in Galveston.
Hehehe… Last night at the market, I saw “Creamed Chipped Beaf” in the frozen food aisles and said, “Hey, In the Navy they call this “Creamed Foreskins” …”
I thought I was going to be killed right there on the spot!!!
I bet you said it in one of those sudden silences that happens whenever we say something “interesting” .
And nobody else heard of course .
Mike
Mike Morgan said:
I bet you said it in one of those sudden silences that happens whenever we say something “interesting” . And nobody else heard of course . Mike
What on a shingle?
As I remember we had two things served on a ‘shingle’ (toast). The ever popular ‘creamed chiped beaf’ and also ‘ground beef’ that had some kind of thin red sauce. After the ground beef style the line to the Head was sometimes longer than the ships store. I just remembered it was also refered to as SOS s*#t on a shingle.
You guys really got the old gray matter kicking around up there. Nick Jr
Curmudgeon said:Oh, that's right. The "Silent Service" ate better than us mere mortals. How would you know?;)
What on a shingle?
SteveF
When I was in Uncle’s Navy,
I think we called submariner’s “Squids”.
I was a “Snipe”. I needed a fresh air pass to go up on deck. No I wasn’t a boilerman, but close. I was a machinist mate, driving one of the four main engines.
Airedales were still called that, but I forget what we called Yeomen, deck hands, gunners, etc. Hell, it’s been forty years ago! 
jb
Well if you like trivia ? Guess this… Absolutely nothing to do with trains… This is military tho… Now who, what, when and where ??
