Sea Stories
from Mr. Ray Armstrong

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Below are stories that have been sent to me to remember the sometimes great/sometimes challenging times we had aboard USS Ethan Allen (SSBN 608).  I do not authenticate the stories.  I just believe they are worth passing along.

Please forward all stories to ssbn608@ssbn608.org

 

Stories as remembered by Ray Armstrong

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Sea Stories
from Mr. Ray Armstrong

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Below are stories that have been sent to me to remember the sometimes great/sometimes challenging times we had aboard USS Ethan Allen (SSBN 608).  I do not authenticate the stories.  I just believe they are worth passing along.

Please forward all stories to ssbn608@ssbn608.org

 

Stories as remembered by Ray Armstrong

laughed so hard at this one it made me cry, but you would have had to have been there. It was a mid-watch on sonar on a shakedown cruise out of Newport, Virginia, back in late 1967 before they split the crews into blue and gold on the USS Ethan Allen SSBN 608. This Sonar Man was huge, at least250 lbs, but none of the real fat stuff just a big and blond haired kind of man they grow up in Wisconsin. Forgot his name, something about 35 years later and too much diet Pepsi.

He was a soft easy going kind too and had been on the boat before the yard overhaul when she was stationed in Scotland. He was on the beach (you know liberty) and in the 1960's they didn't like us submarine sailors involved in there private parties with their private misses. It was called Holy Loch, Scotland.  Anyway this sailor had gotten drunk at the local pub which was okay with the other people of the little town, because that's a way of life in this cold region of the world and it provided funds for the township and as most of you know nice girls don't go into pubs.

Well this Sonar Man got drunk and tried to make it back to the sub tender to get back to the boat tied alongside. He got to going in the wrong direction and he winds up at a big private party with a band and good looking lassies.

He walks in (he was wearing civilian clothes) and helps himself to the bowl of spiked punch and is having a real good time, till someone tried to start up a conversation with him and found out that he was a yank, right. Out he goes into the snow with the trying to be kind excuse that this party was for Scottish people only.

He tries to sober up on the front steps of this huge mansion with a big
wrap around porch when he spots this pretty young lassie crying on the front porch. He goes over to the young lady and says, "Why are you crying young lady?" and she is barely able to sob out that they won't let her go to the party either. The reason why is lost somewhere in time, but the band is playing right behind them and remember he's been drinking and he is one big kind of softhearted guy.

He says to her, "You want to go to the party?" and she sniffles and nods yes. So, he stands up and notices that the big tall window behind the band is slightly open for ventilation. He opens it the rest of the way and picks her up and throws her through the window into the band knocking half of them down and then he crawls in after her. He picks her up and they head for the punch bowl in front of everyone watching them. The band starts back up again. No one bothered them the rest of the evening. I can't tell you the rest of the story, because this is a family atmosphere, but I died laughing at this beautiful sea story. He went on to the gold crew and I went on to the blue, but I bet he had a couple of dozen more good stories I never got to hear. Time is just an excuse to waste our youth ...

 


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