RabidAlien
1st Lieutenant
I got out in '98, Clive. I agree with him, there is absolutely nothing to keep people in the service. EM's are supposed to be a 12-man division (counting chief and LPO). We routinely ran with somewhere between 6 and 9 of us. I lived on Mt. Dew and Excedrin. An average day consisted of only two Excedrin in the morning, and two at lunch. A bad day....well, lets just say that I kept the fine makers of various pain relievers in business. Guys who'd been in for 15 years were getting out because the jobs outside were better...better benefits, better pay, better hours...it wasn't worth it to stick around and actually retire, Thank You Very Much Mr. Clinton. Seawolf was just coming online when I was gettin out, so the only things we heard about it was that they were CONSTANTLY cleaning and hosting dignitaries for 6-hour in-and-out trips to show off the new toys.
P-3's....glad to have them up there. Used to have a pic of one taken from our periscope, with cross-hairs on it. My ex was in a P3 squadron, I hung a copy up on their squadron bulletin board once. They didn't find it funny. Dunno why.
Cool story about P-3s, we were always giving them a hard time about not being able to find us even though they kept narrowing our operations box. Once we were scheduled to go out on a three-day "rabbit" op (we were the "aggressor" sub) to give the P3 guys another chance to find us. Something broke, and we cancelled the op. About noonish one day, we get this call that "hey, we found you!" Sure enough...the P3 hadn't gotten the word we weren't going out. So, tied up next to the pier, we had to concede the victory to them. They found us.
P-3's....glad to have them up there. Used to have a pic of one taken from our periscope, with cross-hairs on it. My ex was in a P3 squadron, I hung a copy up on their squadron bulletin board once. They didn't find it funny. Dunno why.
Cool story about P-3s, we were always giving them a hard time about not being able to find us even though they kept narrowing our operations box. Once we were scheduled to go out on a three-day "rabbit" op (we were the "aggressor" sub) to give the P3 guys another chance to find us. Something broke, and we cancelled the op. About noonish one day, we get this call that "hey, we found you!" Sure enough...the P3 hadn't gotten the word we weren't going out. So, tied up next to the pier, we had to concede the victory to them. They found us.