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Which one were you on?

John King (DDG-3)

My dad is a plank owner of the DLG-10/DDG-41 King. He was the ASW
Officer.

They were contemporaries, built and scrapped about the same time.
Different oceans.
Some plank owners were still aboard the John King when I came aboard
in June of '64, and I think the chief commissaryman was still there
when I left in Dec of '67.
I was thinking the other day about how most of my crew was from the
east, and how the Navy does ship assignments from boot camp.
Remember a guy from Texas and one from Utah.
Everybody else was from east of the Rockies.
OTOH my Chicago buddy who joined up with me went right to Okinawa, but
he was an airedale.
I think in general those who had boot at Great Lakes go east, and San
Diego(?) go west.
Of course it might be a different story for the officers.
But it makes sense to send them to the home ports close to home if you
can.
ASROC's are loud when they take off.
That's what I remember about ASW.
Well, not all, since the maneuvering had a big effect on us in the
fire room, since we were the source of everything else.
That's how I always figured it when a deck ape showed some snot.
"You don't go nowhere without my steam."
Got any good stories from your dad?

Yes, I do. I don't know if this was when he was on the King or the
Towers. The CO of my dad's ship and the CO of a sub had a bet. The CO of
the sub stated that he couldn't be found let alone have a torpedo from a
tin can come any where near him. As it turns out the sub skipper had to
enter San Diego with a practice torpedo sticking out of its sail. The CO
of my dad's ship was getting antsy when my dad waited about 30 seconds
before he splashed the torpedo.

When my dad was the CO of a DE, USS CAMP DE-251, he ship was the only
one available to follow a Soviet flotilla into the Indian Ocean. While
on this little jaunt to gather as much intel as possible one of his
sailors developed a severe belly problem. The doc, PO3, was convinced it
was an inflamed appendix that was about ready to burst. They were
working on transferring the US sailior to the Soviet crusier, which had
a surgeon, when the US sailor got all better.

When we lived in Hawaii the return of the ships from "WestPac" looked
like Gypsy wagons with the fantail piled high with all maner of crates
and such. If they had containers they would have welded them to the deck
and stacked them two or three high.