The buffer! I was known at OCS for my ace buffer skills, and it was a good solitary thing to do at oh-dark-thirty to nourish my introverted personality needs for a bit of alone time. No one intruded on my space when I was working that thing.
I used to enjoy working the buffer. You could tell when a passageway had been buffed with pride not by the shine as much as the swirls and wave like appearance as you looked from near to far. The "passageway secured" signs with tape running from bulkhead to bulkhead or at the ladder was a pain and a disruption to the day, but one did not dare walk on a buffing job in progress.The buffer! I was known at OCS for my ace buffer skills, and it was a good solitary thing to do at oh-dark-thirty to nourish my introverted personality needs for a bit of alone time. No one intruded on my space when I was working that thing.
I have a pretty funny story involving a buffer with its operator, a kid waiting for A School plus a chief in my command who at the time was awaiting trial for murder and yours truly. Probably not for posting here as the Chief's nickname which includes his last name plays into the story.I used to enjoy working the buffer. You could tell when a passageway had been buffed with pride not by the shine as much as the swirls and wave like appearance as you looked from near to far. The "passageway secured" signs with tape running from bulkhead to bulkhead or at the ladder was a pain and a disruption to the day, but one did not dare walk on a buffing job in progress.
That’s a 376 foot Fletcher class destroyer. Over a hundred feet shorter than today’s cans. And, it’s taking on fuel. UNREP, or FUNREP.Photos like that make me really thankful that I wasn't with the Fleet much at all. I understand that there are people who think that's fun, however.