Kevin, think most of us that were onboard that day remember that day very well. If you recall, the majority of the crew were wogs, and the crossing the line was almost an all day affair. Myself, I tried hiding
out awhile in DC Central so I could get some sleep. Thinking that I wouldn't get interrupted. Had just gotten off the 00-04 DC Central Watch, and figured I'd just climb up on the plotting table to get some shuteye. Well turned out not to be a very good idea on my part!
Had just fallen off to some must needed sleep, when the next thing I know GMG1 Mumphrey comes slamming open the DCC door looking for wayward wogs. Darn, and I thought they wouldn't find me for awhile! Next thing I know, I'm stripping right there in Central. Dungarees on backwards, and my skivvies on the outside crawling around on the floor like a roach. Then our early morning saltwater shower on the forecastle, and kissing OSC Hamm's lard lathered gut. What a great day! But wouldn't trade that memory for anything.
Mike Gray HTC USN Ret.
HT3 77-79