Previously Held NEC SR-0000-Seaman Recruit
SN-0000-Seaman
SN-9740-Seaman - Other Technical and Allied Specialists
IC-0000-Interior Communications Electrician
I retired on the last day of June, 2011, the month I turned 61,
and took my Arizona State pension, then Social Security at 62.
I spent my post-navy life as a photographer and media manager.
The Navy gave me gypsy feet, and I've enjoyed them all my life.
As a result, traveling was not just a bucket list item for me.
With the way things have gone, it was a good investment.
I'm a direct descendant, tenth generation, of Joseph Loomis.
The Loomis Family arrived in the New World on 17 July, 1638.
We have defended America ever since.
Other Comments:
"Service included boots-on-the-ground in Viet-Nam"
[ One year, 365 days, 24/7 -- 7 June 1970 to 7 June 1971 ] U.S. Naval Advisory Group, Vietnamese Naval Shipyard, Saigon RVN.
I am also a Plank Owner and Shellback, USS Harlan County (LST-1196).
During my 4 years of active duty, 3 years were credited as foreign or sea service.
Technically, I was on Active Duty, USN, 3 years, 11 months and 16 days. However, I was in the Naval Reserve before that and after that, both Active Reserves and Inactive Reserves. So N/TWS has credited me from April 1969 through April 1983, 4 years active USN plus 4 years USNR and 6 years inactive Naval Reserves, and that is why my profile may occasionally show three hash marks. 1983 was my final Inactive Naval Reserve discharge date. Also, because I worked overseas, I never managed to take the 2nd Class Exam. So, actually I never wore more than one hash mark on my dress blues. And yes... there is a "V" on my Navy Achievement Medal even without having a Combat Action Ribbon because that's the way it was awarded. For more information click on the NAM w/V ribbon in my ribbon rack.
I am glad, proud, to have been born an American.
I voluntarily joined the armed forces, and for that
matter I volunteered for duty in Viet-Nam.
What I had hoped for was to not bring the violence,
the lack of value of a human life that I experienced
in Viet-Nam, back to America. It is that simple.
During my civilian career I spent over ten years as a hospital/medical photographer, two years in Saudi Arabia with Lockheed, and then two and a half decades as the media specialist and manager for a 9,000+ student public school district in Phoenix, Arizona. I feel fortunate to have retired without ever having a single unemployment or welfare check.
I was a cub scout as a kid but I never joined the boy scouts. However, I did spend six years in a 4-H club, great life experiences, and by the time I was in high school I had an after school job. The fact is, I didn't really have that much going for me as far as the future was concerned and it bothered me enough that I jumped at the opportunity to join the Navy in my senior year of high school and that gave me the means to Get out of Dodge (in fact, I lived in Dodge County Wisconsin, LOL).
Six months after I entered the Navy I was up to my eyeballs in a technical school, FBM/MT-A school in Dam Neck. We had a winter break and there was a car-pool notice for anyone wanting to share the cost of driving to Milwaukee and I joined the group of five. We drove straight through, dropping off people along the way. By the time we hit Milwaukee the driver and I were all that was left, and he went a bit out of the way to drop me off in my hometown. It's a rather small town and there wasn't much going on. I kinda felt it had been a waste of time. With little to do, one thing led to another and for some reason I picked up a form at the post office for a passport. I believe it was $20 and I sent in a copy or two of my high school graduation photograph.
By now I was back in Dam Neck, in a 3pm to midnight class, when the passport arrived, my dad had forwarded it to me. I tucked it away without any real plan to use it. But, my course work was on the decline and in late January I failed a weekly exam. They set me back a week to redo the material and in late February I failed a second exam. The next day I was dropped from the program and put in X-Division. That wasn't the worse part, this school had required a six year enlistment and I was now headed for the fleet as an undesignated Seaman Apprentice. I have to admit, about then, that passport started playing on my mind.
While in X-Division, waiting my fate, I met a boatswain's mate that made side money making alterations to other people's uniforms. I had him peg my white and blue trousers to give them that bell-bottom look. We spent a lot of time shooting the bull and most of it was him talking about his time in Viet-Nam on a minesweeper. I figured I had little to lose and I put in a chit for RIVER PATROL, MINESWEEPER 113, VIET-NAM. Not more than ten days later I was heading across country to S.E.R.E training, at Coronado. I had that passport tucked away in my seabag.
At some point, someone mentioned something about it being against regulations to have a passport and a military identification, especially in Viet-Nam. This gave me some interesting food for thought. Sure, the military thrives on control, ordering you to do things, but what about a Plan B? I took my passport with me.
Tucked away, there it was, a form of defiance I suppose, but my Plan B just the same. And, you know what?! In a world where most people don't even have a Plan A, my Plan B provided a small comfort and I've made a point to have one ever since.
My original passport, the style of the passports of the 1960's, was green. They were larger, at least longer than the current ones, and I bought a leather case for it which I still have. Since the mid '70's, the smaller blue passport looks odd in it but I kept using it as it still reminds me of that first one. I've had a passport ever since. The one from my years in Saudi Arabia is one of the fullest because they required entry and exit visas, but more importantly they required a work visa. You didn't get past the first point or entry without one.