The Navy’s Night Before Christmas…

With apologies to C.C. Moore… and a tribute to our Sailors where ever they may be tonight…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, all compartments were still,
The Sailors were sleeping, as most Sailors will.
The ditty bags hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Our Sailors were all peacefully dreaming in bed,
as visions of liberty danced in each head.
The Chief in his skivvies, hopped into his rack,
Having just came from Chief’s mess for a quick midnight snack.

When out on the deck there arose such a roar,
I ran to the porthole to find out the score.
I stuck out my head and started to shout,
“Just what the ?? is that noise all about?”

A moon made for independent steaming showed with a glow,
It was downright cold out, ’bout seven below.
What I saw out there looked like one of those Mardi Gras floats,
‘Twas a Captain’s gig drawn by four white Navy goats.


Rising from the craft was a man who seemed quiet and moody,
I knew in an instant St. Nick had the duty.
To him quickly the billy goats came,
as he shouted and whistled and called each by name.


“Now Perry, now Farragut, Dewey and Jones,
What’s the matter John Paul, got lead in your bones?
A little to Starboard, now hold it up short,
No fluffing off now, or you’ll go on report!

“He was wearing dress “Reds” that fit like a charm,
Hash marks covered the length of his arm.
The gifts to be issued were all in his pack,
The gedunk was ready to leave on each rack.


His eyes they were watering, his nose caked with ice,
He wiped it with canvas, then sneezed once or twice.
He opened his mouth and started to yawn,
It looked like the Sun coming up with the dawn.

The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth,
And took a small nip from a bottle beneath.
He wasn’t so big, but he must have been ever so strong,
I figured he’d been a SEAL early and long.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Tar,
with a smiling face and a well-chewed cigar.
He filled every sea bag with presents galore,
And left us all leave papers, right by the door.


With “Anchors Aweigh” he climbed back into place,
A broad smile was creeping all over his face.
One look at his watch and he started to frown,
“This mid watch is certainly getting me down.


“Then out to the breakwater and into the night,
The gig started fading, the landscape was bright.
“Merry Christmas, Mateys ” he said, as he got underway,
“I got more ships to visit before I finish the day.

Merry Christmas…

I want to take a minute and wish each and everyone a Merry Christmas and best wishes for 2009! Regardless of how bad we percieve things to be, we are still looking down at the daisies, not up at them; so we’re ahead of the game as far as I’m concerned…

I got this from a friend, author unknown, but it’s worth the read, and it does put things in perspective…

Dear Children, It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you’ve forgotten that I wasn’t actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of you’re predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do
appreciate being remembered anytime.

How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don’t care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn’t allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santa’s and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn’t be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can and may remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish. I actually spoke of that one in a
teaching explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks are. If you have forgot that one, look up John 15: 1 – 8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here’s my wish list. Choose something from it.

1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.

2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don’t have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don’t you write and tell him that you’ll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.

4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can’t afford and they don’t need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.

5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.

6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don’t know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile it could make the difference. Also, you might consider supporting the local Hot-Line: they talk with people like that every day.

7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren’t allowed to wish you a “Merry Christmas” that doesn’t keep you from wishing them one.Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn’t make so much money on that day they’d close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.

8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary, especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name. You may already know someone like that.

9. Here’s a good one. There are individuals & whole families in your town who not only will have no “Christmas” tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don’t know them (and I suspect you don’t) buy some food & a few gifts & give them to the Marines, the Salvation Army or some other charity that believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.

10. Finally if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don’t do things in secret that you wouldn’t do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.

P.S. Don’t forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. I’ll take care of all the rest

And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love; and remember, I LOVE YOU,

God

Blue Angels Solo: 3 Days – 3 Sneak Passes

From Fleet Week 2008 at San Francisco-

Not quite supersonic (761.2 mph), he was doing 650 kts indicated, which is 748.5 mph give or take…

On the third pass, he was 23 feet off the water, good thing he had a clear lane, as he was below many of the masts and tops of the bigger boats!

A few more pics from underway…

Found a couple more y’all might enjoy (or not)…

There were a few other folks out there… You, 63, pick it up… Get in line there shipmate… 🙂

View from the bridge of a RAS being done just ahead, with a third ship positioning on the port (left) side to get gas…

View from the helo inbound to the boat, and yes they fly with the door open 🙂 It’s called flow through ventilation! The four folks kneeling are the ship board recovery team, their job is to chain the helo down when it gets on deck.

Red Sky at night, sailor’s delight!

That is all.

Citizens are "up in arms"…

NICS checks are up… WAY up…

Background checks on the sale of firearms reached record levels during the month of November. Data from the FBI’s National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS) show a 42 percent increase in November firearm purchaser background checks. A total of 1,529,635 checks — the highest monthly total ever — were reported for the month, up from 1,079,923 in November 2007.

Retailers and firearm manufacturers are enjoying the lack of enthusiasm for Barrack Obama, no question…
And a little gun pr0n from Beretta… This guy is GOOD!!!!

Blogs you need to read…

Afganistan Shrugged is written by one of the folks out on the pointy end… Worth stopping by and you will find yourself reading back through the archives!

Go read today’s post about the latest insult from the Onion, and go send email to those assholes to protest their farsical attempt at humor that denigrates all our wounded soldiers, sailors and Marines.

Bayou Renaissance Man is worth the read for the variety of things he comes up with… My personal favorites are the Doofus(i) of the day! A man with wide experience and interests, Peter does not limit himself to the US stupidity, but find humor throughout the world.

Photos affirm…

A few pics of life at sea…

Underway replenishment at sea, better known as RAS-

Two ships separated by 100 feet or less, moving at 15-16 knots, this takes a LOT of seamanship to do, especially in bad weather.

A little winter weather for your enjoyment…

11-12 foot seas are NOT conducive to taking a stroll on the deck (at least not if you want to STAY on the deck…)!

As the helo bubbas say, ass and trash… They spend most of their time hauling one or the other. Others look at this as the ride off the boat, and more importantly, this is how the mail gets delivered!

And finally, Sunset at sea- It is a special moment, enjoyed by sailors the world over, and it does bring home how really insignificant one is, when considered against the universe we live in.

That is all…

Stick a fork in me, I’m done…

FINALLY finished the det I’ve been on, and headed home, just a 12 hour flight left…

A few more insult to injury laughs…

Zero dark 30 order and the greasy spoon at the flight line, been in since 0300, hungry, out of coffee, etc. Order the daily special; Bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from the Mamasan- She asks twice if I want bacon, I say I do, with coffee, with OJ… back and forth in pidgin English, Japanese and a lot of pointing… I go sit down and wait, she finally calls my number, and guess what I get?

Three pieces of bacon on a plate, and a little cup of orange sherbet… sigh…

We get a gang together for a final dinner (the token one good meal), go to a nice Japanese restaurant, order the meal for twelve special, only to find out one lady is allergic to shellfish!!!! Of course, EVERY damn course had some form of shellfish… And of course this restaurant has nothing else but miso soup and salad, so she gets that, only to find out the dressing is sesame ginger (which she is also allergic to)… On the way back, we stopped at McDonald’s and bought her a Big Mac…

Get two of four riders off one of the boats, the other two planning to ride and get in a day late; of course the boat gets other tasking, they ‘may’ be back by 20 Dec… sigh…

Fly back up to Tokyo, get on the train for the ride back down to Yoko, sardine can again. Get to Yoko, it’s cold, pouring rain and I end up walking about 3/4 mile to the base with my rain jacket over my bags, so I was just a hair wet… Empty bag when I get to billeting, only to find that water was leaking from a seam I missed, so 0100 in the morning I’m washing/drying clothes and ironing so I have clean pressed clothes for the 0800 meeting. I show up (after about 2 hours of sleep), only to find out the meeting has been moved to 1500!!! ARGGHHHHH!!!

Went back, was going to go to bed, but the Mamasan was cleaning the room, so I couldn’t go back to sleep… sigh…

Now sitting at the airport, waiting for the airplane to show up and hoping nothing else happens this trip!

Please remember our Sailors, Soldiers, Marines, and Airmen in this holiday season as they are far from home, working to protect the USA and our way of life.

Politically correct 12 days of …er… uh…

On the 12th day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival, my Significant Other in a consenting adult monogamous relationship gave to me:

~ TWELVE males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming,

~ ELEVEN pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up of members in good standing of the Musicians Equity Union as called for in their union contract even though they will not be asked to play a note).

~ TEN melanin-deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchal ruling class system leaping,

~ NINE persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression,

~ EIGHT economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-products from enslaved Bovine-Americans,~ SEVEN endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands,

~ SIX enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal products,

~ FIVE golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domestic incarceration,(NOTE: after members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the calling birds, French hens and partridge have been reintroduced to their native habitat. To avoid further Animal-American enslavement,the remaining gift package has been revised.)

~ FOUR hours of recorded whale songs,

~ THREE deconstructionist poets,

~ TWO Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree carcasses, and

~ ONE Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.

~ Merry Christmas.~ Happy Chanukah/Hanukkah.~ Good Kwanzaa.~ Blessed Yule.~ Oh, heck! Happy Holidays!!!! (unless otherwise prohibited by law). Unless, of course, you are suffering from Seasonally Affected Disorder (SAD). If this be the case, please substitute this gratuitous call for celebration with a suggestion that you have a thoroughly adequate day.

December 7=Pearl Harbor…

Never Forget- Two cousins lie there today…



Nuff said…