Chief....good goly Miss Molly, 1965, and you were out at sea. Hell, I was born that year. I hope you got the best of that deck ape, being that in hit you in the nose first, and all.

Miguel...I remeber how tough and what a scrapper Chez was, glad I didn't have to fight him, but he wasn't the pugulist I had in mind either. You get 15 big ones as well.

John...Was Ron Parish the black fighter who trained a couple guys on the Ship? I remember how skilled he was as well. He constructed a makeshift speed bag underway, his use of which displayed honed agility, speed, and polished boxing skill sets.

Sal, I hungout with Chez a couple of weeks ago. Fathers day... He is doing well. I have a picture of us from that day....I can send it to you if you like.

Sweepers sweepers man your brooms, sweep all ladderbacks and passageways now sweepers.

Please send the photo bro. I thought of another Cochrane announcement to go along with your sweepers. The repeticious things we remember, anyway here it goes:
Attention on the Cochrane...There are men working aloft, please do not rotate or radiate any topside electronic while men are working aloft...that is all...GMG SaL

Sal, I remember doing a lot of sweepers back then... I can never forget that....hat e mail can I send it?

Remember.. "General quarters General quarters", all hands man your battle stations, up forward starboard, down aft to port...general quarters.....<img src=icon_smile_shock.gif border=0 align=middle>

Sweepers sweepers man your brooms, sweep all ladderbacks and passageways now sweepers.

schlog...I'm sorry I mistakenly referred to you as Chief in a previous post. I was getting you confused with Chief Chassy, a quick check of the crew's list made me aware that you are named Tisdale. GMG Sal


somewhere around 1965 we spent about 45 days at sea without ever seeing land . seems like after about 40 days or so we started having lots of little smokers in various parts of the ship because everyone was getting pretty tired of every one else .
I remember one day at GQ while we were enjoying our sack lunches a deck ape got pissed at me and smacked me in the nose . All hell broke loose but it's pretty hard to fight when you are wearing those sound powered telephones


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Revelie, revelie, all hands heave out and trice up, smoking lamp is lighted in all berthing spaces, revelie.

Wes