Worst Moment If one went ashore & was wearing your work jacket it had to be zipped up half to all the way. I went ashore & my jacket wasn't zipped up far enough according to a CPO standing at the quarter deck. He tried to dress me down scolding me which aggravated me immensely. So it was a case of do as I say which he looked like a wrinkled piece of cloth. While all was going on he was steady puffing on a cigarette & yes after he was concluded with his trivial rhetoric I pointed that smoking on board the ship was prohibited especially at the quarter deck. It was insubordination no doubt; he threatened to write me up , which of course I encouraged, & at mast I would point out his disregard for the skippers orders. That ended that I zipped my jacket up more & that was that. The only other person that witnessed this confrontation was the quarter deck watch. I was a HT2 at the time.
Other Memories The HT shop was small but we got a lot of work completed. There were three others besides me. We all worked great together & always had the radio going in port. When it came time to hit the beach we did so & never looked back. When I first came on board in 1990 the reception was so so but these guys in the HT shop took me in, showed me around, got me acclimated to ship board life & saw to it I bunked with them in their what we called " our domain" in the crews quarters. When I shipped out it was a moment that was rememberable. I left my three mates standing in the departure area like leaving a close knit family of brothers.
