While stationed at the Fleet Anti-submarine Warfare School in San Diego during the summer of 1964 a neighboring barracks had caught on fire.
All sailors are trained in basic firefighting skills while in boot camp. We learned to fight shipboard fires using water and foam, 1 1/2 inch fire hoses, 2 1/d inch fire hoses, and with extended nozzles. A barracks fire, caught in the early stages, was a piece of cake to put out.
All the years that I was in the Navy, there was a rule that if you were aboard a ship or station you were on duty — no matter what. On this particular day classes were over, I had eaten dinner and received my precious liberty card — my permission to leave the base. I had gone back to my barracks after dinner and changed into my dress white uniform. I was on my way out the door and would have headed toward the gate but the alarm was passed. Before I could make myself scare I was thrown a coil of 1 1/2 inch hose — I was now a firefighter!
The fire was extinguished quickly and then came the cleanup. Fire damage includes lots of smoke, water, and soot. My dress whites now looked like chimney cleaner black! I was filthy and so were my clothes.
I inquired later about being reimbursed for the loss of my uniform. I was told that got a uniform allowance ($7.00/month) to take care of that. It was several months before I was able to afford to replace my whites.
While financially disconcerting and emotionally exasperating, the experience taught me a few good lessons about the Navy, one of which is to never depend on the Navy to pay you for your losses (also true for Navy civilian workers).
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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The old joke is that if you want a good paying job, hire on at McDonalds, not the Navy.
The Navy was more fun though. I never had a complete uniform kit after boot camp. I took off about 15 pounds in boot and put them right back on during sub school and A school, so none of the boot issue ever fit right. For special details I just borrowed what I needed. 99% of the time I got away with dungarees cast off by shipmates as they mustered out. I had my own little red laundry marker and DC stencil. The XO hated that but it was regulation and the CO thought having a ragamuffin QMOW was a riot. He liked my WWII issue foul weather jacket a whole lot. Very salty.
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