Well now that Loadsman is finished cleaning
my clock, he may have a point, I should have handed the Ensign the hammer and said something like, here Sir, you do it because obviously you are in charge and know more than the rest of us put together.
Property damage is one thing, unsafe, immoral or illegal is another. My actions entailed none of the above. "My Lai, Nazi War Crimes"
, A bit dramatic? The only one that had any chance of getting Killed or hurt was me, my crew was well trained, they got the hell out of the way as did I after the deed.
This Ensign had a air of self importance that had grated the nerves of more than just me. He had been an ass since he reported aboard. he needed humbling, so mission accomplished, though a bit more drasticly than I thought at the spur of the moment. I was 21, and was throughly pissed in the heat of the moment he was 26 and had Academy education and training. Bad judgement on both sides, you bet, small ship and a long deployment ahead, you bet. Cost of the lesson learned by the young officer, a lot. Cost of establishing paramaters for the crew of the whole ship vs this Ensign and other situtations that will surely arrise involving danger
in the coming days where lives depended on procedure being followed to the letter for the duration of the deployment....Priceless.
Now to more fun stuff, I was not the Coxin but the deck
hand, (Coxin in training) on the Cpt Gig. We had dropped the gig while underweigh after coming into San Diego
. The Coxin, after the ship had regained speed after our launch, was surfing the ships wake.
The crew on the fantail was appaluding and hooting and hollering as we (he) did his showoff. It was really coo...until he lost
it got sideways and bucketed the wake damn near sinking the gig. We made it in under our own power with the interior
of the gig soaked.
So much for weekend liberty, the Skipper
went home in the ships ugly car and we (crew of the gig) cleaned the thing from stem to stern, wax and the whole bit. Then went back out for REFTRA Monday. Won the gig race
with the gigs of the other Skippers gigs back to our respective ships from Coronado. Lots of ribbing the Boatswain took over that. Cause and effect, actions and consiquences. We were a crew, and we suffered as a crew, completely fair, all forgiven but not forgotten.