Quoth Geek King
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They generally start by giving everybody a mocked up fake qual card, and you have to go around to the different stations they have set up, do whatever and get whomever is on that station to sign off that you did whatever. The first time I ever did one was on a 637 class sub [Sturgeon class, his was the Spadefish, may she rust in pieces.] I dutifully did control, sonar and got to the torpedo room where I promptly pissed off the weapons officer by knowing more about the particular torpedo than he did. Then I finally got down to Machinery 1 where Rob was. Forever after that I would head straight for machinery to hang with the guys I already knew
I will say that family days could be fun - they usually let everybody have a turn on the planes in control driving the sub, and they usually did some angles and dangles, an emergency blow, water slugs from the tubes and a couple crazy ivans. Here is a vid from what appears to be some recentish family day. This is what an emergency blow looks like from the outside, all the water in the ballast tanks is pushed out so the sub pops to the surface and effectively does a dolphin jump, but it can really only do it once. It is sort of like being on an express elevator ride. The portrayal of one in NCIS is reasonably accurate.
I told off the wife of the boats XO [executive officer, second in command] when she and the CO tried to pressure all of us into going to see the Pound Puppy movie in the theaters when it was released - there were on ly one or 2 of the wives with kids of the right age, and none of us really wanted to see the damned movie. So I told them it was their husbands who had the commissions, not them and they didn't rank us and we had democratically decided to see something else. They didn't like me very much after that - I really hate military wives clubs - they are so damned cliquish.
I had to go to Red Cross to get a notification to my husband when he was on a Med Run [cruise to and around the Mediterranean Sea. Usually lasted 4-6 months.] Our ram had been diagnosed with caseous lymphadenitis and Rob and I had been handling him after he had been attacked by a dog pack [over 250 stitches external, probably 100 or so internal. Totally killed our being able to exhibit him ] so he had plenty of exposure to blood and fluids and our vet recommended we both get tested. The Navy had what they called 'familygrams' - little 25 fakey telegram sort of messages that you could submit and they would add to the message bundle going to the subs [way pre internet availability] but you could only send cheerful news. Total waste of time, there was almost no way to get negative news to someone.] I crawled my way up the command structure and got nowhere until I basically said fuck it, called the red cross and explained the medical emergency, they did something and managed to get word to Rob about needing to be tested, and he got teased about 'sheep-HIV' for the rest of the cruise - but at least we were both negative
When I originally went to the base orthopedic unit for my right knee [I was exhibiting positive osteoarthritis symptoms roughly when my civilian orthopod predicted I would after the second time it got wiped out in high school] Rob and I sat there as he told me to get off my ass and stop watching soap operas and eating bonbons all day. We immediately marched down to the hospital Family Ombudsman and filed a complaint.
While Rob was out to sea on a northern run [making holes in the water in the north sea, under the arctic ice pack and places behind the iron curtain we can only guess at I had pneumonia from when he left at the begining of January until it finally resolved in June I had this really hard core chest pain, so I and the roommate of the time drove to the base ER and got checked out. This was back when we had a Philipino doctor there nicknamed Dr Death who was my examining physician. He obviously had not bothered to read my hot pink folder with 3 inch letters mentioning my penicillin allergy to the entire world because he diagnosed me with bronchitis and prescribed penicillin It was a sunday, so I called in and made an appointment to see my regular team and that doctor told me I had a touch of pleurisey and of course not to take the penicillin because he would rather I didn't go into anaphylaxis and that the only real treatment was to relax and take the occasional NSAID, another course of antibiotics, draining that side of my chest cavity and relaxing in front of the TV. Thank Ghu I had the presence of mind to ignore the damned doctor, he had 22 or 23 malpractice suits active at the time.
We refused housing in the enlisted quarters in Oceana when we were still in Norfolk. You could flip on the lights and the cockroaches would look up and ask why we were disturbing them. They would come out in the day to forage for water and crumbs. You had to keep stiff in glass jars or the fridge/freezer to keep the roaches out. They would only bug bomb individual units, not the whole complex so the bugs just shifted from unit to unit. [We had been in the Norfolk area for several years and knew people in the units and visited. Yeccch!] Substandard housing was frequently the only housing offered, all WW2 vintage, generally. They didn't get around to replacing a lot of housing until the late 80s and early 90s. Now the freaking jackasses have 'outsourced' housing to a civilian management company, and turned sections into public section 8 housing so now they are more or less civilian slums with gang activity.
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