I remember sending the pollywogs down to get the sterngate key or to the machinery room for a BT punch. Several of my BB stackers stood mail buoy watch while the other were applying baby sh** to gun mount fittings. Half the time the guns were broke-dick. Being a gator-freighter sailor, we found ourselves either doing gator squares or DIW a lot of the time. We passed a lot of time visiting the gee-dunk locker or just dicking the dog on the gun mount. After informing my men to heave out and trice up, we would go to quarters were I spent time squaring away my sailors, making sure there were no irish pennants and their marine napkins were buttoned up during inspections. If they lolly-gagged or gundecked PMS they were usually sent to NJP and if they were lucky, they only received EMI or GMT. I remember float testing a lot of gear on our way to GITMO. We stood many condition 3 watches, GQ and had just about enough time to take marine showers. I've since retired to CIVLANT and I wanna shout out to my airdale and dirt-sailor brothers. GMG1
