That was/is an epic post And perfect picture. From my gut to your keyboard.
Did you partake of any of the amenities for which Phuket has been so famous for?
Looks like some of those sailors weren’t wearing shirts. What’s up with that?
What is involved in the process of scrubbing/scraping and painting? Was it about 75 degrees Fahrenheit and low 30’s humidity?
First, I was not referring to the great parents we have here as members as whiny. You all are great.
Next, I reached out to an old shipmate about the side scrubbing going on. The photo in my ranting post above shows locals we hired to do the work. This thumbnail shows a barge they brought alongside for our guys to use. The goal is to scrub off enough stuff so paint will stick and the ship looks presentable when departing.
I dug deep on the ship's FB page and found lots of conversation. One discussion was about the number of days we spent at sea. The numbers the former crew came up with were all over the place, but the reason I have always remembered is the T-shirt said 110 days. Yes, I can literally say BTDT and got the T-shirt. Plus as somebody pointed out, the cruise book said it was 110 days. That's not USS Eisenhower record numbers but it's a long time without liberty. Speaking of liberty, Phuket was our first port after that deployment. Here's part of a conversation on the FB page I had with a then BTFN who wrecked a motorcycle.
BTFN: are you the Doc Smith (not my real name) that stayed with me thru my Thailand motorcycle ordeal?
Me: yep, that was a crazy trip, huh?
BTFN: wow!! Yes it was one heckuva ride. I thought I'd never get outta that Bangkok mash unit hospital.......and full of morphine. 30 something years later THANK YOU!!
We pulled in with two other small boys from Battle Group Alpha. The Midway I would find out later was in Pattaya Beach. The junior corpsmen (I was an HM2) were assigned permanent medical guard with the shore patrol. The IDCs would rotate covering medical on the three ships. Whichever ship had the duty hoisted the Mike flag. I packed a bag for a week or how many days we were supposed to be there and I didn't see the ship again for about three weeks. The above mentioned E-3 had rented a motorcycle and wrecked it. More on that later.
I spent my days ashore in Phuket going to the beach, eating, and shopping. The best lobster in the world was found at the No. 4 restaurant. It was a dirty little place but had great food and great prices. There were representatives from the military attache attached to the embassy in Bangkok that arranged for rooms for the shore patrol and I got a bungalow at a fancy hotel all to myself. I took a bag of medical stuff but didn't use much of it except on one of the attache members. He needed a shot of antibiotics.
BTFN Jones I'll call him wrecked a motorcycle. We were not supposed to ride motorcycles or jet skies. Sailors did it anyway and Jones fractured his distal radius and ulna. It came time for the ship leave and the CO, CDR Dennis C. Blair told me to get Jones out of that place. The captain didn't use those exact words. I went to the hospital and Jones was in bed next to an open window with a partially torn screen. The air conditioning was the open windows and ceiling fans. The DISBO sent per diem money for Jones and me and I sent word to my HMC to get me the cash he was keeping for me in the narcotics safe. My orders were to wait for the Belleau Wood to pull in and have Jones evaluated by their medical officer. That had been arranged by naval message and they were expecting us. The Belleau Wood didn't arrive though for two days. We stayed in a 5 star resort and basically had the island to ourselves for 48 hours. I needed a break and cheered when I saw that big ship break the horizon. I got Jones to medical where they xrayed him and said, yep it's broke. They put on a new cast and we left the ship. Now what? The amphibious group was going to the IO and we were not going back. We didn't even have uniforms. I did my medical guard duties in shorts and flip flops.
The embassy knew we stayed behind and so did the air force senior master sergeant who I gave the antibiotics to. He arranged a flight to Bangkok. Leaving Phuket I saw from the plane the small islands that appear on The Man With the Golden Gun. That's at least the third Bond referenced place I've been to.
We went to the embassy and stayed in the apartment of an IS1, a first class intelligence specialist. The plan was to stay in Bangkok and take a bus to Pattaya Beach and catch a ride to Subic Bay with the Midway. It took about three days for that to happen, meanwhile the IS1 showed us Patpong and Soi Cowboy. I was still single and in my early-ish 20s but didn't do anything I'm ashamed of. I had real Thai food and drink. It was a great visit. We took a bumpy bus ride to Pattaya Beach and the Midway was anchored in the harbor. We got on a boat and rode it to the ship and explained why we were there and were escorted to the personnel office. They showed us to our berthing compartment and I asked, what now. The PN1 said, well we don't get underway for three days so just be back by the time we leave. OK. Will do.
The rest of the story doesn't involve Phuket but is still very interesting but I will close with this. The Midway left Thailand and the next stop was Subic. I didn't know how much more I could stand. I did though go into town because it was going to be the last time in Olongapo as I had orders to instructor duty. That's where I got the T-shirt. On Magsaysay Street. We got on a bus to Clarke AFB and took a plane and with a couple stops we finally got back to Yokosuka. I was happy to see the ship and even more happy to see the HM3 who had checked in as my replacement.