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Current Service Status
USN Veteran
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Current/Last Rank
Petty Officer First Class
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Current/Last Primary NEC
GM-0000-Gunner's Mate
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Current/Last Rating/NEC Group
Gunner's Mate
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Primary Unit
1992-1995, GM-0000, Commander Fleet Activities (COMFLEACT)
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Previously Held NEC
GMG-0872-5"/38 Cal Twin Mount Maintenance Technician
00E-Unknown NEC/Rate
9502-Instructor
GM-0926-Advanced Warhead Maintenance
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Service Years
1965 - 1995
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Official/Unofficial US Navy Certificates
Operation Desert Storm
Cold War
Decommissioning
Neptune Subpoena
Panama Canal
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What are you doing now:
I am in a home based business (legal services) and doing quite well. I live at the foot of the Rocky MTNs in Canada. It's beautiful, lots of space, clean air, clean water and lots and lots of game and fish; but I would chuck it all to go back to sea.
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Other Comments:
Since retirement (1995) I have been a crew leader in construction; a shift supervisor for a housekeeping crew at a large hospital; drove a taxi; trained security guards for several security agencies, and the worst job of all, was a corrections officer.
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1965-1967, USS Talbot County (LST-1153)
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1965-1967, GMG-0872, USS Talbot County (LST-1153)
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1967-1968, 00E, Naval Communications Station (NAVCOMSTA) Adak, AK
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1968-1969, USS Ranger (CVA-61)
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1969-1979, Break in Service
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1979-1980, Weapons Training Group Pacific (WTGPAC)
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1980-1980, GM-0926, Faculty Department (Staff) Naval Guided Missile School
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1980-1983, USS Simon Lake (AS-33)
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1983-1986, 9502, CNO - OPNAV
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1986-1990, GM-0926, USS Independence (CV-62)
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1990-1992, GM-0926, USS Midway (CV-41)
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1992-1992, GM-0000, DEOMI (Staff) Patrick AFB, FL
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1992-1995, GM-0000, Commander Fleet Activities (COMFLEACT)
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Reflections on PO1 Bell's
US Navy Service
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PLEASE DESCRIBE WHO OR WHAT INFLUENCED YOUR DECISION TO JOIN THE NAVY.
My Uncle was in the Navy, WWII and Korea, but before I even understood that, I was always intrigued by objects floating on water, anything: pieces of paper, pop sickle sticks, card board box's speeding down the gutter toward an unseen death at the sewers mouth;I would as a child of 8, walk all the way from my neighborhood in North Philadelphia, down to the Naval Base in South Philly, with my shoe shine box slung from my shoulder, where I would sit all day long, working on the sailors shoes, and listening in awe as they spun stories of far away place's and magical adventures; I would just ogle at the row of Battleships and cruisers that welcome the public into to and through the broad st. gates entrance. Every Sunday was OPEN HOUSE to the public , and, I was actually allowed to board some of those WARSHIPS !!!, I knew then that this would be my life's journey, even though I couldn't even spell the word journey at the time. The United States Navy ; yes sir, that was going to be ME!, and NOTHING was going to stand in my way, NOTHING!!!!; I had no idea at the time, how formidable Nothings can sometimes be. Every Sunday afternoon there was a series on TV, titled ,; Victory at sea, and although we rarely had a TV set, or if we did, one that worked , we either had sound and no video, or video and no sound, or the horizontal control had lost it's mind, but no matter what I always found a place to watch it, a bar where I would agree to sweep the floor in exchange to watch the TV, or sometime I would reconnoiter the neighborhoods until I heard that music which accompanied the documentary, and that deep male voice: this is the price they paid....FOR VICTORY AT SEA !", I get goose bumps now just remembering those moments.
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