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Dana F Harbaugh's avatar

Great sea story. Or I should say, "air story". Brings back all those "almost died" memories.

Go Navy. FLY NAVY!!!

P.S... going aboard USS Cleveland (LCS-31) today while she's in port here. I'll do some dockside, as well as close aboard rigging.

Dale Flowers's avatar

On my first ship, DE-1027, I recall our LPO was an Anti-Submarine Air Controller (RD1 Melvin Waters). He'd talk to himself on watch..."Tallyho, purple boxcars...MAD, MAD, MAD. Got 'em. Stand by for flaming datum." He was controlling a P-2 while we were deployed with a HUK Group in the North Atlantic. He was fantasizing, of course, while having his P-2 patrol out ahead of the formation looking for a snorkeling submarine so he could drop Julie buoys (explosive echo ranging), sniff it out with an Exhaust Trail Indicator or the AN/ASQ-8 MAD gear (Magnetic Anomaly Detector), find it with Jezebel buoys or rig it if it was surfaced. Waters was amusing himself while ASAC-ing. ASAC-ing is mostly bread & butter boredom. He was fond of Pro-Words and a stickler for correct R/T procedures. I became an ASAC before my third deployment. It was fun working with the Airedales but I never had time to amuse myself. As a novice it was intense, hard work. I was 20. I learned a lot from Petty Officer Waters. He retired a Master Chief. I never got to control a P-2. It was SH-3's, S-2F's, an occasional P-3 and one EC-121.

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Rigging. Flying low. Fast forward to 1984. Our FFG was returning from a WestPac deployment and we were expecting a "surprise attack" from a USAF B-52 in a War-At-Sea exercise, in which we were the target. I was OOD on the bridge when the B-52 announced on 243.0 MHz that it was incoming from dead ahead and it intended to do a fly-by. I called the Captain. We hadn't seen it on radar yet. Then, there it was...incoming. Low. Very low. We got kind of bug-eyed. The Captain and I went to the starboard bridge wing and watched it fly down the starboard side. We could see the top of the B-52's wings. It was loud, we could smell the exhaust after it passed. It was awesome. We got rigged: "OHP Guided Missile Frigate, hull number 9, nothing special, just some bug-eyed sailors standing around with their mouths open."

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