Share your favorite story from when you were in the military.

Andy,

" So next we manually open the aft MBT [main ballast tank] vent valves and flood the tanks (BTW- if you’re a submariner, you can recognize what an ENORMOUSLY risky act this is for a surfaced submarine)."

Why is it enormously risky?
“And he was not incompetent- he was just kind of less-than-stellar leader, and had no empathy for the crew. I think he was afraid of the crew, and the crew sensed it.”

Why would he be afraid of the crew? It’s not like a mutiny is a significant risk.
Collision avoidance: Couldn’t they have dived and either sped up or stopped?

Normally the MBTs are only full of water when submerged, and when preparing to submerge- on the surface, they’re full of air to make the ship buoyant enough to stay on the surface. There are MBTs forward and aft, and we only flooded the aft ones (to lower the rear end of the boat), relying on the forward ones to keep us on the surface.

Not a mutiny, but a poor result on a big ship’s inspection or something like that can seriously harm a CO’s career (and even get them fired). A bad CO can make the crew’s life a living hell- but it works both ways, to some extent- and if the crew hates the CO enough, generally things have a way of happening that get that CO reassigned somehow.

Diving requires a lot of preparation- it can be done in emergencies relatively quickly (in wartime- and relatively quickly means maybe 30 minutes instead of several hours), but normally takes quite a bit of time. You’re right about speeding up or stopping- the OOD could have taken virtually any action- changing speed or course in almost any significant way- to avoid the collision, but he did nothing. He was a terrible OOD, and a terrible officer in general.

Seriously? I always thought subs could dive in, like, two minutes. Not sure which movie I got that from…

All of them. Movies with subs always have scenes where the klaxon rings out and they start yelling “Dive! Dive!” and then they dive. You’re telling us it’s not that simple? :wink:

In WW2 this was done by preparing to dive except for the final few actions, with all hatches closed up except the bridge hatch and engine air intakes, the lower valves on the main ballast tanks open, and only 3-4 crew on the bridge. The command to dive would result in the air intake slamming shut, the upper valves on the ballast tanks opening to vent the air and allow water to flood in from below, and the bridge crew dropping down the hatch and slamming it shut as the sub submerges and the engines are switched to battery power and the diesel generators shut down.

As modern subs are intended to run underwater for pretty much an entire combat patrol I don’t know if fast submerging is necessary or practiced. As well, subs are designed to sink easily, so when proceeding on the surface in peacetime you would normally set the sub’s condition as far towards the “not accidentally sinking” side of things as possible.

I should reiterate- diving safely takes a good bit of time and preparation. But making the ship (any ship, really) go underwater? That can be done in minutes- or less, with the proper equipment.

Heh. As an aside, I just started this thread to ask you guys about stupidly inaccurate military movie scenes.

Do tell … :wink:

Spadefish had one nicknamed ‘Fast Flood Floyd’ because he decided to see what would happen when he hit buttons randomly and flooded main ballast at an inopportune time. Spadefish also had most of a crew removed back in the early 80s for drugs, and had an officer removed for creeping around and groping guys in their racks :eek:

When my first husband ran our marriage chit through, his chief suggested he just get me knocked up, put on welfare and just live with me, and the CO [nicknamed Wingnut] wanted to know if I was black :eek: That jackass’ wife felt that because her husband was CO, she was in charge of the wives club even though she was not voted in, and tried at one point in time to mandate that the movie to go see that month was the Pound Puppy Movie, even though the kids that would be going were all in their teens, and all of us wanted to go see something made for a more grown up crowd. She got seriously bent out of shape when I told her that her husband had the commission, not her.

And in an amusing bit, mrAru got his Magellan and Bluenose on the same trip. He went around the world under the arctic ice pack :stuck_out_tongue: He was actually on 2 different ICEX. [I will note that I am occasionally jealous of our various service members that get to do the really neat things like take a submarine around the world under the ice, surface to do stuff, or get stationed in places like Thule base or the Antarctic. sigh The neat stuff they get to do doesn’t actually make up for the bad crap they have to deal with though.]

I was the only guy on the F-111 flightline with an engine run license. It was midnight shift and I was busy, but they needed an engine run to do a leak check. Instead of doing the pre-run inspection myself, I let a co-worker do it. I should have known better as this guy was a loser. The upshot was that I ran the engine with the intake plug installed even though (1) the guy said he crawled the intake, and (2) he was right in front of the engine when he told me to start it! Shit!

The plug was all plastic and didn’t get all that chewed up. My boss called in some favors and got engine shop to do a borescope inspection without telling anyone. All was OK but I felt like crap.

But that’s not all! One the way home, a dog darted in front of me and I hit it pretty good. It ran off, but I was feeling even worse now. So when I got home a had a few beers even though it was only 0900 hrs. That’s 9 AM for you non-military types or when Mickey’s big hand is on the 12 and little hand on the 9. :wink:

Now for the good part!!! About that time I get a call from the Orderly Room that I need to report to the Commander RIGHT NOW! Shit. I’m a little drunk and hoping that it’s about the dog and not the engine.

I report to the LtCol and he looks pissed. He points to a thick ‘pinkie’ report which is used for unsat QC inspections and other bad stuff. He asks what I know about it. I start to spit and stammer. Just as I was about to confess to being drunk; running over a dog; and probably ruining a $1 million jet engine, he throws a set of Staff Sergeant (E-5) at me and starts laughing. I didn’t even really know that I was up for promotion and damned near ruined it right then and there.

I was a Navy JO on a 688-I class sub back in the early/mid-90s.

I’m pretty sure I was on the same ICEX deployment as mrAru (and got my Bluenose after a truly disgusting ceremony). However, if I’m not mistaken, we didn’t get “Order of Magellan” certificates for circumnavigating the globe (which would have been pretty hokey at the North Pole), but got “Order of the Golden Dragon” certificates for crossing the International Date Line–which, again, may have been somewhat hokey to get these for crossing the IDL near the Pole, but was still a neat accomplishment for a boat out of Groton, Connecticut.

snicker Bluenose, the Great Leveler. Everybody does something disgusting :stuck_out_tongue:

Well looking at the certificates, his Magellan and Bluenose are the same date - and off the Spadefish ICEX, not the San Juan. [I am the wife that always dodged the typical Dependent Qual Card crap on Dependent cruises and hid out in Machinery with the rest of the guys. After 15 years of dependent cruises, sitting on the mess deck loses its interest:p]

Link goes to an info sheet on HTs (hull maintenance technicians). I assume the Blue Sominex is a piping tab?

Tell me about it. I did three deployments on my last boat: The first to the Gulf and the Med, the second to the Med and the Gulf, and the third to the Med. A few years after I retired, the boat did a WestPac - by way of the North Pole. There are pictures on various Navy sites showing the boat surfaced at the Pole…

It’s not much of a story, but…
This one time my reserve unit deployed to Farnham for a simple weekend comms exercise. We brought two MLVWs (the 6.5-ton cargo truck; Americans know it as the M35) for logistic support and I got to drive one, since at the time I was among a relatively small handful of people with the qualification (there’s another minor story about that, but it’s saved for another post). Since the MLVWs were the slowest vehicles we had, they typically would lead the convoy back to Montreal, which was to be divided up into two sections, of which I would lead the second. We pulled out of the field and gathered in the parking lot, getting into convoy order and such, and waited… and waited… and waited… for the other MLVW. When the truck finally showed up, it was because the driver (who was the ranking NCO, the few officers on the exercise having split earlier) had been unable to get it past 5 kilometers per hour. He parked his truck back-to-back with mine with the intent of transferring its gear to my truck and leaving the “malfunctioning” truck to be picked up by the Service Battalion.

Naturally, this sound like a major pain in the ass to us, given the amount of hassle involved in emptying one truck into another, and it was an odd way for the truck to behave, so I figured there was something simple the other driver had overlooked, like he’d left his transmission set in six-wheel-low or something. I peered into the cab with a logistics guy standing next to me. I was wrong, but he spotted the similarly-minor problem - the truck’s idle control was cranked way up, so much so that the safety features wouldn’t let it shift out of first gear. Aha! Just turn the knob back to normal and it should be fine. So I said “Okay, I’ll just do a quick circle around the immediate area without leaving the base and see if I can get the truck up to speed.” So I hop in, put it in drive and while respecting the base’s 40 kph limit, I do a brisk circle of about 1 km and am on my way back to the parking lot when I see a few guys from my unit way the heck out of position carrying jerry cans, and I’m wondering - what the heck are they doing?

It turns out the attempt to transfer the cargo had not been completely aborted - the tested truck’s canopy was still loose and empty jerry cans were casually bouncing free as I blithely did my little test drive, to be chased and cleaned up after by (and I assume with some grumbling) other guys in the unit.

HM 3 and 2 book. Thick thing, about 4 inches thick of seriously boring stuff …

mrAru did a couple med runs on the Spadefish, when he got shifted here to CT he ended up on a Northern boat. I would have loved being shifted to Guam or Japan, personally but the Powers that Be got crappy about all the silly Navy Wives in Japan who wanted to live US style offbase and got into debt so they killed shifting dependents over. sigh

Ha, no, although what happened to him is eerily similar to what happened to Pvt Pyle in FMJ. Hartley graduated and went wherever he went and I never saw him again.

Well, there was a sea bat incident that resulted in what became known as The Captain’s Mast of the Century.

Those who know of Sea Bats, well, know about Sea Bats. I won’t reveal more about that but some googling might be informative for those not in the know. But I’ll have to introduce the cast of characters for TCMOTC.

  1. Commanding Officer: A good guy.
  2. The Victim: A martinet/bully of a LTJG who managed to continually piss off/annoy everyone above and below him in the chain of command, especially the CPOs and Warrants.
  3. The Defendant: A very naive and green Seaman Apprentice whose only useful talent seemed to be an innate ability to wield a broom.
  4. The Division Officer: The Defendent’s DO. He strongly believed in loyalty up and down and behind closed doors was on a first name basis with the CO. And the CPO’s and Warrants had explained to him what REALLY happened during the alleged assault.
  5. The CPOs and Warrants who set up the Sea Bat incident and could have denied any knowledge, but decided they should try to help out The poor schlemiel Defendant. They also had an uncanny talent for looking innocent in the face of the UCMJ.

The Charge: Assault on a Superior Officer with a Deadly Weapon.

After a lot of official blah blah blah back and forth and testimony, as The Defendant’s Division Officer, the DO was permitted to ask The Victim several questions before the CO. The DO asked The Victim to demonstrate to the CO the position he was in when he was so brutally assaulted. So, after some encouragement from the CO, The Victim got down on his hands and knees.

Division Officer: If the Captain will note, there is no rank insignia visible when the Lieutenant is in that position.

Commanding Officer:* (after a pause while he considers the vista of the LT’s ass poking up in the air)* Lieutenant, just what were you doing on the deck in that position?

The Victim: Well, they were saying they had this Sea Bat in a box and I wanted to see what they looked like.

Commanding Officer: (pause) A sea bat, you say?

The Victim: Yes, Sir. There was sea bat and I wanted to see it.

(a longer pause and while what might be called “significant” glances were exchanged between the DO and CO, an epidemic of muffled coughing went through the space. The CO asked the DO if he would join him in the Captain’s Quarters for a brief conference before rendering his decision.)

The Commanding Officer then determined that The Defendant was guilty of “Rendering an Improper Salute”, restricted to the ship for the next 5 days*, and told that if he kept his nose clean for the next 6 months the record of this non-judicial proceeding would be removed from his service jacket.

The Aftermath: The Defendant never had to pay for his own beer for the next 6 months. There was a long, closed door, classified TOP SECRET conference in the CPO quarters between the CPOs, Warrant Officers, the Commanding Officer, and the Division Officer. The scuttlebutt was the topics of the conference were “DON’T YOU CLOWNS EVER CONSIDER PULLING A STUNT ANYTHING EVEN CLOSE TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF THIS AGAIN!”, "GODDAMN, I THOUGHT I’D SEEN SOME DOOZIES BEFORE BUT THIS TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE!’,“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU IDIOTS THINKING OF SETTING UP THAT POOR KID LIKE THAT!”, and “IF I HAD THE BRAINS GOD PROMISED A DOOR KNOB I’D BUST YOU ALL DOWN TO SEAMAN RECRUIT!”

The next day, the Hospital Corpsman reported that the Captain had expressed some concern that some of the medicinal alcohol had been contaminated and had conducted some quality control testing the previous evening.

*one might note that the ship was on a cruise and not expected to arrive at any port for another 14 days or so.

I just remembered another one – I was stationed in Turkey and it had just snowed so there was a couple inches of it on the ground. I was walking from the mess hall to somewhere else when the First Sergeant stopped me and asked me where my rank was. I had two field jackets, one of which had the ranks pins on the collar and unit patch properly added, while the other was missing them for some reason (I think because we didn’t have many unit patches available, so I wasn’t able to get it sewn on so I didn’t bother wearing it). So guess which one I was wearing? After I bumbled my way through some sort of half-assed explanation, Top ordered me to drop and make him a snow angel. Beats doing pushups.

When I went through basic training a thousand years ago, we had these olive drab field caps that resembled Gilligan’s hat and many of us preferred to fold the back up, thinking the “Robin Hood” look was somehow cooler.

I remember standing on parade while our Master Jack yelled at us to “Fix our f-ing hats and he didn’t want to see any f-ing Robin Hoods!” We all scrambled to fix our hats into the proper “Gilligan” style. As we did this, our course officer approached and there was a pregnant pause as he took his position nearby.

“Except for you, Sir,” he amended, staring at the officer’s folded hat.

One more, not basic training related:

It had been a few days in the field, we were all tired, cold, wet and getting loopy. I had just finished my turn as Radio Det commander, so I was supposed to “go to ground” (sleep). Away I went and snuggled into my warm sleeping back and fell asleep. It had been a busy, long night with lots of radio traffic and last minute notice to moves (getting everyone to strike camp and move a little ways a way – sucks). Electronic warfare was out “playing” with us, so we needed to be on our toes and watch for their tricks to do proper countermeasures. One of those measures is “authentication” which is using our pre-decided codes to determine if the voice is a “friendly” or not.

A while later, I was snoozing away when there were a bunch of people chatting in the tent, when I knew I was supposed to be alone. I woke up and asked “Who is manning the radio?”

“We had to shut it down, because of the lightning…” I was told.

Now I was full on awake.

“Wait, what?”

“We got an order to shut down because there has been lightning, they’ll tell us when to turn it back on,” one of my det members said.

I stared at her for a long minute, then looked at the others.

“Okay, stay with me here, if we are shut down, how can they tell us to turn it back on? You do realize that it was probably EW out fucking with you? Did anyone think to authenticate that order?”

Blank stare, then slowly realizing and panic.

“What do I do?”

So, my short time sleeping was over and I was back in charge. I quickly sent runners out to the other stations to power back up and then authenticated the bogus station.

Sigh.