The Captains Nemesis wrote:


Guess that doesn't make me a "real sailor" because I don't get your
obscure reference to some local expression.

I think he was talking about the mail bouy. Don't you have them down your way?

DSK

On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 10:35:37 -0500, DSK wrote:



The Captains Nemesis wrote:


Guess that doesn't make me a "real sailor" because I don't get your
obscure reference to some local expression.

When I was in the Navy on a submarine we sent a new guy on what we thought was a
wild goose chase to get some relative bearing grease. A couple of hours later
he comes back saying "We don't have any on board, but I've got the stock
number." Disbelieving we followed him to the supply microfiche machine where an
entry titled 'Grease, relative bearing, Mark V Fire Director' was displayed. It
spoiled all of our fun, send somebody for something that didn't exist and he
finds it!

JJ



I think he was talking about the mail bouy. Don't you have them down your way?

DSK

James Johnson
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On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 18:38:55 GMT, James Johnson
wrote:

When I was in the Navy on a submarine we sent a new guy on what we thought was a
wild goose chase to get some relative bearing grease. A couple of hours later
he comes back saying "We don't have any on board, but I've got the stock
number." Disbelieving we followed him to the supply microfiche machine where an
entry titled 'Grease, relative bearing, Mark V Fire Director' was displayed. It
spoiled all of our fun, send somebody for something that didn't exist and he
finds it!

Batteries for the sound powered phones were fun. A gallon of
propwash, twelve feet of payline, and the gun report worked well for
us too. Of course, seeing someone in a Type I, with a safety harness
and a boat hook standing mail buoy watch was the cream.

We used to send campers to look for deer berries
until one of them ate a few.

"A. Diesel Vents" wrote in message
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On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 18:38:55 GMT, James Johnson
wrote:

When I was in the Navy on a submarine we sent a new guy on what we
thought was a
wild goose chase to get some relative bearing grease. A couple of hours
later
he comes back saying "We don't have any on board, but I've got the stock
number." Disbelieving we followed him to the supply microfiche machine
where an
entry titled 'Grease, relative bearing, Mark V Fire Director' was
displayed. It
spoiled all of our fun, send somebody for something that didn't exist and
he
finds it!

Batteries for the sound powered phones were fun. A gallon of
propwash, twelve feet of payline, and the gun report worked well for
us too. Of course, seeing someone in a Type I, with a safety harness
and a boat hook standing mail buoy watch was the cream.

On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 11:08:14 -0800, A. Diesel Vents wrote:

On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 18:38:55 GMT, James Johnson
wrote:

When I was in the Navy on a submarine we sent a new guy on what we thought was a
wild goose chase to get some relative bearing grease. A couple of hours later
he comes back saying "We don't have any on board, but I've got the stock
number." Disbelieving we followed him to the supply microfiche machine where an
entry titled 'Grease, relative bearing, Mark V Fire Director' was displayed. It
spoiled all of our fun, send somebody for something that didn't exist and he
finds it!

On a cruiser we sent someone to one of the boiler rooms for a BT punch, and on
the boat we sent a midshipman to the torpedo room for a water slug.

JJ
Batteries for the sound powered phones were fun. A gallon of
propwash, twelve feet of payline, and the gun report worked well for
us too. Of course, seeing someone in a Type I, with a safety harness
and a boat hook standing mail buoy watch was the cream.

James Johnson
remove the "dot" from after sail in email address to reply

On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 18:38:55 GMT, James Johnson
wrote this crap:


When I was in the Navy on a submarine we sent a new guy on what we thought was a
wild goose chase to get some relative bearing grease. A couple of hours later
he comes back saying "We don't have any on board, but I've got the stock
number." Disbelieving we followed him to the supply microfiche machine where an
entry titled 'Grease, relative bearing, Mark V Fire Director' was displayed. It
spoiled all of our fun, send somebody for something that didn't exist and he
finds it!

One time, as a new Lt. I was assigned to the Field Artillery. While
the guns were being set up, a Sgt. came up to me and said, "We almost
got it set up, Lt. Horvath, but we're short of firing line. How about
going to the warehouse, and getting us a new roll of firing line."

I said, "I'll do my best, Sarge." and I jumped in a jeep, and drove
off. I went into town, had a steak, and a few beers, and drove back.

I went back to the artillery, and made up a story about how I went to
the warehouse and asked for firing line, and the quartermaster looked
all over the warehouse, and couldn't find any. The Sgt. looked at me
and asked, "You really didn't go to the warehouse, did you?"

"Hell no!" I said. "I went into town for lunch."



Hero@Horvath

I don't spend my money on food. I spend most of my money
on women, porn, booze, and recreation. The rest of it I just waste.

And that's why he's growing breasts.

Cheers MC

Horvath wrote:



The Sgt. looked at me
and asked, "You really didn't go to the whorehouse, did you?"

"Hell no!" I said. "I went into town for lunch."

That's where you met your current boyfriend?

"Horvath" wrote in message
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On Tue, 04 Nov 2003 18:38:55 GMT, James Johnson
wrote this crap:


When I was in the Navy on a submarine we sent a new guy on what we
thought was a
wild goose chase to get some relative bearing grease. A couple of hours
later
he comes back saying "We don't have any on board, but I've got the stock
number." Disbelieving we followed him to the supply microfiche machine
where an
entry titled 'Grease, relative bearing, Mark V Fire Director' was
displayed. It
spoiled all of our fun, send somebody for something that didn't exist and
he
finds it!

One time, as a new Lt. I was assigned to the Field Artillery. While
the guns were being set up, a Sgt. came up to me and said, "We almost
got it set up, Lt. Horvath, but we're short of firing line. How about
going to the warehouse, and getting us a new roll of firing line."

I said, "I'll do my best, Sarge." and I jumped in a jeep, and drove
off. I went into town, had a steak, and a few beers, and drove back.

I went back to the artillery, and made up a story about how I went to
the warehouse and asked for firing line, and the quartermaster looked
all over the warehouse, and couldn't find any. The Sgt. looked at me
and asked, "You really didn't go to the warehouse, did you?"

"Hell no!" I said. "I went into town for lunch."



Hero@Horvath

I don't spend my money on food. I spend most of my money
on women, porn, booze, and recreation. The rest of it I just waste.