MARINES: Reveille at 05:00, train until 20:00.
ARMY: Reveille at 06:00, train until 19:00.
NAVY: Get out of bed at 09:00, train until 11:00, lunch until 13:00, train until 16:00.
AIR FORCE: Awaken at 10:00, breakfast in bed, train from 11:00 to 12:00, lunch at 12:00, train from 13:00 to 14:00, nap at 14:00, awaken from nap at 15:00, training ceases at 15:00.
Showing posts with label navy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label navy. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Thursday, September 21, 2006
In the Navy
As a midshipman I was assigned to a cruiser one summer. There was a boatswain's mate, happened to be black, named Johnny Johnson in the first division and he stood watches in-port on the quarterdeck and on the bridge at sea. Some of his announcements on the 1MC (general announcement PA system) were classics ---
In port, tied up to a pier in New York City:
"Now sweepahs sweepahs start your brooms. Sweep down all lower decks, ladders, and passageways. Empty all shit cans ovah da fantail."
A very pregnant pause
"Delay dat word on shit cans, empty all shit cans on da pier!"
Another pause, now he's obviously reading something written by the OOD.
"Delay dat word on shit cans, empty all trash _receptacles_ into the _containers_ provided on the pier."
This was a different day but he was piping "general visiting"
"Now all hands rig for genrahl visitin! All hands is reminded to watch der language, we got cunt aboard."
In port, tied up to a pier in New York City:
"Now sweepahs sweepahs start your brooms. Sweep down all lower decks, ladders, and passageways. Empty all shit cans ovah da fantail."
A very pregnant pause
"Delay dat word on shit cans, empty all shit cans on da pier!"
Another pause, now he's obviously reading something written by the OOD.
"Delay dat word on shit cans, empty all trash _receptacles_ into the _containers_ provided on the pier."
This was a different day but he was piping "general visiting"
"Now all hands rig for genrahl visitin! All hands is reminded to watch der language, we got cunt aboard."
Friday, September 15, 2006
Road accident
There's a guy from ARMY driving from West Point to the Meadowlands, a guy from the NAVY was driving from Annapolis to the Meadowlands, and an Air Force guy who's driving from McGwire in South Jerz to the Meadowlands just to watch the Jets.
In the middle of the night with no other cars on the road they hit each other and all cars go flying off in different directions. The squid manages to climb out of his car and survey the damage. He looks at his twisted car and says, "Man, I am really lucky to be alive!" Likewise the ARMY guy scrambles out of his car and looks at his wreckage. The Air Force guy just shakes his head and says to himself, "I can't believe I survived this wreck!"
The NAVY guy walks over to the ARMY and Air Force guys and says, "Hey guys, I think this is a sign from God that we should put away our petty differences and live as friends instead of arch rivals." The ARMY guy thinks for a moment and says, "You know, you're absolutely right! We should be friends."
The Air Force guy says "Let me see what else survived this wreck." So he pops open his trunk and finds a full unopened bottle of Jack Daniels.
He says to the NAVY and Army guys, "I think this is another sign from God that we should toast to our new found understanding and friendship." The Swabbie says, "You're right!" and he grabs the bottle and starts sucking down Jack Daniels. After putting away nearly a third of the bottle the Squid hands it to the ARMY guy and says, "Your turn! The ARMY guy sucks down a third and hands the bottle back to the Air Force guy.
The Air Force guy puts the cap back on the bottle and says, "I think I'll wait for the cops to show up."
In the middle of the night with no other cars on the road they hit each other and all cars go flying off in different directions. The squid manages to climb out of his car and survey the damage. He looks at his twisted car and says, "Man, I am really lucky to be alive!" Likewise the ARMY guy scrambles out of his car and looks at his wreckage. The Air Force guy just shakes his head and says to himself, "I can't believe I survived this wreck!"
The NAVY guy walks over to the ARMY and Air Force guys and says, "Hey guys, I think this is a sign from God that we should put away our petty differences and live as friends instead of arch rivals." The ARMY guy thinks for a moment and says, "You know, you're absolutely right! We should be friends."
The Air Force guy says "Let me see what else survived this wreck." So he pops open his trunk and finds a full unopened bottle of Jack Daniels.
He says to the NAVY and Army guys, "I think this is another sign from God that we should toast to our new found understanding and friendship." The Swabbie says, "You're right!" and he grabs the bottle and starts sucking down Jack Daniels. After putting away nearly a third of the bottle the Squid hands it to the ARMY guy and says, "Your turn! The ARMY guy sucks down a third and hands the bottle back to the Air Force guy.
The Air Force guy puts the cap back on the bottle and says, "I think I'll wait for the cops to show up."
French naval pun
[Heard years ago on the BBC Radio 4 programme `Quote Unquote']
It is a little known fact that the French Navy has for many years had a motto, the mere mention of which excites its hot-blooded members to combat and conquest.
In English it can be rendered "To the water; it is time".
In the original French, however, it reads: "A l'eau; c'est l'heure".
It is a little known fact that the French Navy has for many years had a motto, the mere mention of which excites its hot-blooded members to combat and conquest.
In English it can be rendered "To the water; it is time".
In the original French, however, it reads: "A l'eau; c'est l'heure".
Thursday, September 14, 2006
What time is it?
On some air bases the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle. One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, "What time is it?"
The tower responded, "Who is calling?"
The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?"
The tower replied "It makes a lot of difference. If it is an American Airlines Flight, it is 3 o'clock. If it is an Air Force, it is 1500 hours. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3. If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it's Thursday afternoon."
The tower responded, "Who is calling?"
The aircraft replied, "What difference does it make?"
The tower replied "It makes a lot of difference. If it is an American Airlines Flight, it is 3 o'clock. If it is an Air Force, it is 1500 hours. If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells. If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3. If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it's Thursday afternoon."
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Who Deleted My Battleship?
Hilarious Tale of Woeful, Warlike Computing
Who Deleted My Battleship? Was it you?
This is what happens when you use Windows NT to run a battleship!
(Based on a true story: See footnote)
This is a cautionary tale for those of you who've never been in the British Navy. We have an incredibly proud tradition of warlike seamanship, much of which is traced back to the heroics of Admiral Nelson, at the Battle of Trafalgar, in 1805. But, I must not digress; that's another story.
So you won't be surprised to learn that, as a sea-captain, which as I'm sure you know, is a responsible office, in Her Majesty's Navy, I, and several of my fellow seamen, was asked to travel to the United States of America to witness the transformation of one of their pre-eminent battleships, The USS Yorktown, into a fully digitalised warrior-of-waves.
So far, so good. Lucky chap, I hear you say. And, thus far, I find myself agreeing with you. Our trans-Atlantic flights were pleasant enough. Perhaps I should point out that we're not as lucky as some of our erstwhile friends in Politics, who habitually co-opt Her Majesty The Queen's Flight for such appointments. I'm afraid that I, and my fellow adventurers had to make do with passages as steerage aboard a US transport plane, leaving on a routine logistics mission from RAF Mildenhall.
Our transfer to The Yorktown herself was uneventful enough, and I shan't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that by noon, on the day after our airlift, I, and eleven other British Naval officers, was stowing my mess-kit in a pristine set of steel cupboards, in my berth, aboard one of the finest battleships in the world. Well, I must say, I was delighted. And, though not much was said, there were many broad smiles among my group as we assembled on the upper deck at the captain's request for an honourable tour of the vessel.
We didn't have long to drink our toasts and engage the spirit of our new-found friends. I'm sure, as you can appreciate, we serving officers have much work to do at home. So, for those reasons and others, we only joined the Yorktown on the eve before she set sail.
At dinner there was much frivolity, as is customary on a warship in times of peace. If you've not seen a naval captain's cabin, you must understand that it's a thing of beauty, let me tell you that. Its walls are panelled. And pictures of great seafaring men and their deeds hang all about. Great trestle tables sport gleaming silverware. And well-polished men, in white, gilded and braided mess-undress uniforms attend to their positions for the captain's inspection. Invariably he instructs his guests to be, "at ease, gentlemen," and shoulders may all slide a little once that order has been given. But, that this is a formal dinner engagement should never be forgotten.
After an excellent dinner and a modicum of fortified port wine, I slept soundly in my bunk. And, I must inform you, that I was a little disorientated when I awoke in the midst of our military manoeuvres.
We had an open invitation to join the captain on the bridge. I'm sure you'll understand that our task as naval observers would have been greatly hampered had this not been the case. When fighting-the-ship, as it's known, it's customary for battle-dressed men to stand to action-stations, and for officers to maintain their watches. We British visitors were mindful of the fact that in our case neither of these duties pertained to us. However, we were anxious to give the impression of being serving officers, during an engagement.
And, so now that I've acquainted you, both with myself and my situation, let me tell you then the cause of my astonishment. Things began to go seriously awry when the Mark Manners, First Missile Officer, shouted out "Ahoy there, shipmates! I can't see my ship!"
"What do you mean, you can't see the ship?" a tactical officer replied. "It should be apparent to all on board that you're standing on her deck!"
"No, look!" cried Mark, pointing into his view-finder. "There's no ship here, look!"
Of course we all did look. And Mark was right. His gunsight, which should have displayed the USS Yorktown's upper missile deck, actually showed nothing at all.
"What have you done with it?" the tactical officer cried. "Those guns were there an hour ago!"
At that point Mark's screen turned blue, and a large, white error message appeared: Microsoft Windows NT Memory Out of Range. Please Reboot The System And Try Again.
"How do you reboot a weapons system?" Mark asked.
I said, "Control, Alt, Delete."
Error, the system said. Weapons not found. Would you like another system?
"This is a friggin' battle!" Mark cried. "How the hell can I use another system?"
As Mark Manners hammered on his weapons console, the entire ship came to a halt. The captain appeared on the weapons deck.
"Ok," Captain Riggins said. "Which one of you jokers broke the new computer?"
"Warning, enemy ships approaching!" the radar's speakers cried. "Warning, enemy ships, two nautical miles, and closing."
"What do we do now?" Captain Riggins said. "The engine won't start without the computer!"
That's not good, I thought.
"How many of your men can swim?" I asked.
It's a sorry sight to see a whole battleship's crew and its guests stripping down to their underpants and putting on inflatable, rubber armbands. I held my nose. I hate jumping into cold water, especially from the deck of a battleship. It's an awfully long way down from up there.
And so, that's the story of how several hundred highly trained, American naval officers, and twelve of their British guests, came to be mostly naked, and swimming about aimlessly, in the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of Cape Charles.
Moral of the tale:
Footnote:
Who Deleted My Battleship? Was it you?
This is what happens when you use Windows NT to run a battleship!
(Based on a true story: See footnote)
This is a cautionary tale for those of you who've never been in the British Navy. We have an incredibly proud tradition of warlike seamanship, much of which is traced back to the heroics of Admiral Nelson, at the Battle of Trafalgar, in 1805. But, I must not digress; that's another story.
So you won't be surprised to learn that, as a sea-captain, which as I'm sure you know, is a responsible office, in Her Majesty's Navy, I, and several of my fellow seamen, was asked to travel to the United States of America to witness the transformation of one of their pre-eminent battleships, The USS Yorktown, into a fully digitalised warrior-of-waves.
So far, so good. Lucky chap, I hear you say. And, thus far, I find myself agreeing with you. Our trans-Atlantic flights were pleasant enough. Perhaps I should point out that we're not as lucky as some of our erstwhile friends in Politics, who habitually co-opt Her Majesty The Queen's Flight for such appointments. I'm afraid that I, and my fellow adventurers had to make do with passages as steerage aboard a US transport plane, leaving on a routine logistics mission from RAF Mildenhall.
Our transfer to The Yorktown herself was uneventful enough, and I shan't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that by noon, on the day after our airlift, I, and eleven other British Naval officers, was stowing my mess-kit in a pristine set of steel cupboards, in my berth, aboard one of the finest battleships in the world. Well, I must say, I was delighted. And, though not much was said, there were many broad smiles among my group as we assembled on the upper deck at the captain's request for an honourable tour of the vessel.
We didn't have long to drink our toasts and engage the spirit of our new-found friends. I'm sure, as you can appreciate, we serving officers have much work to do at home. So, for those reasons and others, we only joined the Yorktown on the eve before she set sail.
At dinner there was much frivolity, as is customary on a warship in times of peace. If you've not seen a naval captain's cabin, you must understand that it's a thing of beauty, let me tell you that. Its walls are panelled. And pictures of great seafaring men and their deeds hang all about. Great trestle tables sport gleaming silverware. And well-polished men, in white, gilded and braided mess-undress uniforms attend to their positions for the captain's inspection. Invariably he instructs his guests to be, "at ease, gentlemen," and shoulders may all slide a little once that order has been given. But, that this is a formal dinner engagement should never be forgotten.
After an excellent dinner and a modicum of fortified port wine, I slept soundly in my bunk. And, I must inform you, that I was a little disorientated when I awoke in the midst of our military manoeuvres.
We had an open invitation to join the captain on the bridge. I'm sure you'll understand that our task as naval observers would have been greatly hampered had this not been the case. When fighting-the-ship, as it's known, it's customary for battle-dressed men to stand to action-stations, and for officers to maintain their watches. We British visitors were mindful of the fact that in our case neither of these duties pertained to us. However, we were anxious to give the impression of being serving officers, during an engagement.
And, so now that I've acquainted you, both with myself and my situation, let me tell you then the cause of my astonishment. Things began to go seriously awry when the Mark Manners, First Missile Officer, shouted out "Ahoy there, shipmates! I can't see my ship!"
"What do you mean, you can't see the ship?" a tactical officer replied. "It should be apparent to all on board that you're standing on her deck!"
"No, look!" cried Mark, pointing into his view-finder. "There's no ship here, look!"
Of course we all did look. And Mark was right. His gunsight, which should have displayed the USS Yorktown's upper missile deck, actually showed nothing at all.
"What have you done with it?" the tactical officer cried. "Those guns were there an hour ago!"
At that point Mark's screen turned blue, and a large, white error message appeared: Microsoft Windows NT Memory Out of Range. Please Reboot The System And Try Again.
"How do you reboot a weapons system?" Mark asked.
I said, "Control, Alt, Delete."
Error, the system said. Weapons not found. Would you like another system?
"This is a friggin' battle!" Mark cried. "How the hell can I use another system?"
As Mark Manners hammered on his weapons console, the entire ship came to a halt. The captain appeared on the weapons deck.
"Ok," Captain Riggins said. "Which one of you jokers broke the new computer?"
"Warning, enemy ships approaching!" the radar's speakers cried. "Warning, enemy ships, two nautical miles, and closing."
"What do we do now?" Captain Riggins said. "The engine won't start without the computer!"
That's not good, I thought.
"How many of your men can swim?" I asked.
It's a sorry sight to see a whole battleship's crew and its guests stripping down to their underpants and putting on inflatable, rubber armbands. I held my nose. I hate jumping into cold water, especially from the deck of a battleship. It's an awfully long way down from up there.
And so, that's the story of how several hundred highly trained, American naval officers, and twelve of their British guests, came to be mostly naked, and swimming about aimlessly, in the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of Cape Charles.
Moral of the tale:
There's just one necessary word of caution to add. If you ever get put in charge of an American battleship, especially one called USS Yorktown, don't install Windows NT on its control systems. And if you do, never, ever, ever ask them to divide by the number zero. Because, if you do, you'll have to strip off to your underpants and jump into the water!
Footnote:
In September of 1997, the USS Yorktown died in the water when its network of NT
machines experienced a cascading failure due to a divide by zero. The Navy's
Smart Ship program was meant to reduce the number of people needed to operate a
ship.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Military Talk
One reason the Services have trouble operating jointly is that they don't speak the same language.
For example, if you told Navy personnel to "secure a building," they would turn off the lights and lock the doors.
Army personnel would occupy the building so no one could enter.
Marines would assault the building, capture it, and defend it with suppressive fire and close combat.
The Air Force, on the other hand, would take out a three-year lease with an option to buy.
For example, if you told Navy personnel to "secure a building," they would turn off the lights and lock the doors.
Army personnel would occupy the building so no one could enter.
Marines would assault the building, capture it, and defend it with suppressive fire and close combat.
The Air Force, on the other hand, would take out a three-year lease with an option to buy.
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