Wordless weekend!

I am just going to post some random pictures I found while looking at my hard drive today.¬† ūüôā

Bluebell on the flight deck with a MH-53 in the background. I think this is on the USS Ponce during Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Bluebell being capped to First Class. For you who don’t know what “capped” means, it is when someone is meritoriously promoted by their Commanding Officer. It is a BIG deal!!
Me working hard at my desk at HM-14
One of the helicopters from HM-14

 

Bluebell signing her final reenlistment. Me in the background!

 

 

Happy Veteran’s Day!!

Sunday is Veteran’s Day.¬† And at the expense of writing about a topic I think will be covered heavily on most blogs Sunday, I am going to write today about being a veteran.¬† I am a veteran.¬† I joined the Navy at the age of 17. My mother signed the papers for me to enlist early…..(do you think that should have clued me in to something?????)…..¬† For those of you who don’t know my *real* age, that means I joined the Navy in 1983.¬† When I went in to the Recruiter’s office I was sure I wanted to be in the medical field and told them I wanted to be a¬†NavyCorpsman.¬† He said, “We need electricians, do you want to be an electrician?”¬† “No, I want to be a Corpsman.”¬† “Are you sure you don’t want to be an electrician??”¬† At which point my mother stepped up and politely (but firmly) said, “She wants to be a Corpsman.¬† So recruit her as a Corpsman, or we will go somewhere else.”

He looked over my ASVAB scores and said I could be a Corpsman, but I would have to take high school chemistry first.  So I did.  I went to a summer school class and took high school chemistry and then went back to the recruiter.  I joined the Navy and was placed in the Delayed Entry Program until I left for Boot Camp on February 6, 1984.

Boot Camp was not too bad.¬† Not fun, but not awful.¬† I had two Company Commanders, but I only remember one of their names:¬† AZ2 Creva Lee.¬† One of the things my CC’s taught me was that I should be very proud to be a woman in the Navy and I should always wear my hat low on my head so I had to hold my head up high to see under the brim.¬† That stuck with me all throughout my career.¬† When I was in Boot Camp the women and men were separated and our Company Commanders were allowed to yell at us.¬† I remember one time I had my leggings laced up incorrectly and good old AZ2 Lee snuck up behind me and yelled in my ear , “Kaufman, why are your leggings all FUCKED UP??”¬† I nearly jumped out of my skin.¬† You can better believe I got that shit squared away QUICK!!

Things have changed since then.¬† Now males and females are housed together, train together, and the Company Commanders can no longer swear or yell.¬† AND recruits are allowed to say when they are having a hard time and give a sign if they need a “training time out”.¬† You have got to be fucking kidding me!!¬† When I went through boot camp you took what was dished out, and I know it made us all stronger people when we left.¬† They broke us down and then built us back up.¬† We cried when we left and felt like a team.¬† Where else can 80 perfect strangers spend 12 weeks together and end up a cohesive unit??¬† I am pretty sure the military leads in that regard.

The Navy I joined in 1984 was a VERY different one than the Navy I retired from in December 2004.¬† When I joined, men wore beards, there was no drug policy and people would go out to lunch and have a beer with their meal, then go back to work.¬† The Navy was mostly men, and there were St Pauli girl posters and Farrah Fawcett posters and Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader posters up in almost every office.¬† Men were allowed to call you “honey” or “sweetie” and the men were told their families “didn’t come in their sea-bag.”¬† Women didn’t serve on ships and they CERTAINLY did not serve in combat zones. Oh how times have changed!

I was in the Navy during the TailHook scandal that forever changed the military’s attitude about sexual harassment.¬† I saw the posters come down and people (men) stopped calling me “honey”.¬† Of course as with any policy change, it went too far in the other direction, but eventually settled somewhere in the middle.¬† I was on Active Duty when women started being stationed on ships, and I was there during the FIRST Gulf War with Iraq in 1990.¬† I served under 4 different Commander In Chief’s, and 14 Secretaries of the Navy.¬† I lived in 9 different states, and moved almost every three years.¬† I spent 10 years as a “black shoe” which is the seagoing Navy, and 10 years as a “brown shoe”, which is aviation.¬† (although I did love Aviation more).

“My” helicopters! Aren’t they awesome??

I was trained as an Navy Corpsman, an EEG Technician, a Derm Technician, an instructor, an Aviation Medicine Technician and a whole plethora of other duties.¬† I worked at clinics, hospitals, Reserve Centers, squadrons and even served two weeks of temporary duty on the USS Constellation.¬† (that was before women were allowed on carriers, so I had to have special permission from the Commanding Officer to work on board for 10 days while their Aviation Med, Tech was in leave).¬† I will say that for a young single woman, being the only one on a ship full of men was good for my ego…….¬† I was the prettiest one for once…… ¬†¬† !!

My Navy career spanned for 20 years, and took me to places I would never have otherwise gone.  Bahrain, Spain, Amsterdam, among others.  It was an amazing time in my life, and I have never regretted my decision to join!!
When I retired and went to work in a civilian job it took me over a year to stop saying things like, “Roger that”, and “aye aye”, and to stop calling the hallways “passageways” and stairs “ladders”. ¬†¬† To this day I still use the terms “skylarking” and “scuttlebutt”.

Yesterday when I was leaving my job at the Dermatologist office, I happened to hear people shouting.¬† I looked over to my left as I walked to my car and noticed a group of young people standing in ranks outside of the recruiting station.¬† They were shouting.¬† I distinctly heard one of them shout, “Recruit Jones, To call the Officer of the deck in any case not covered by instructions, General Order 9, Petty Officer.”¬† Then all the recruits shouted it.¬† I realized they were reciting the “11 General Orders of a Sentry”¬† I smiled, and silently wished them all as wonderful a career as I had!

To all those who have served, I thank you!!!  To all those who have loved ones who have served, I thank you too!  Without your sacrifice and support, we could not do our jobs to the best of our ability!!

Happy Veteran’s Day!!

Wait, what? Did you say you want to join the Marines?????

Poor Karol.

She cried.

She cried as her 17 year old son Brandon walked out the front door with a Marine Corps recruiter to go take a “practice” ASVAB test.

Let me back up a bit, that is actually the middle of the story.

Yesterday the phone rang.  The person on the other end asked to speak to Brandon.  He is a high school senior, and has been receiving lots of phone calls and mailers from colleges.  He does not plan on going to college.  He has been going to Technical school during his Junior and Senior year and has learned welding.  He wants to be a welder when he graduates.  He is looking into the Welding Apprenticeship programs at BAE and the Naval Shipyard.  So we were pretty sure he was going to do the apprenticeship program and start his life as an adult working and going to school.

Then THE phone call came…

He was on the phone for quite awhile.  Karol even picked up the extension so she could eavesdrop.  Afterwards, Brandon walked down the stairs and shook his head at her.  It turns out the man who called was a Marine Corps Recruiter. He was telling Brandon all about the programs the Marines have to offer.  He talked  about being a Marine reservist so he could continue to pursue an apprenticeship and ALSO be a Marine.

Karol was NOT happy when she was told about the phone call.¬† Apparently Brandon told the Recruiter he was willing to take a practice ASVAB test “just to see” how he would do.¬† He is still 17, and therefore cannot yet join without parental permission.¬† We did tell him that we wanted to meet the Recruiter to speak with him. So Brandon called him back and told him to come by the house and pick him up today at 5:00.

It was a long night for Karol and I.¬† I will tell you that any of the boys joining the military had never really entered our minds as a reality, so we had never discussed it.¬† We are both retired Navy, so we definitely value a military life, but the Marines??¬† They are the first ones in the thick of the action…..

So the Recruiter showed up today at 5:00.  I had my hands in a bowl of flour, making chicken and dumplings for dinner, and Karol was waiting and was ready to pounce.

Of course it would have been easier for her to pounce on him if he had not been a young, polite, nice, clean cut kid, who was nothing but respectful. He said he understood our concerns, and he believed young people, even if they are old enough to join without parental consent, should listen to what their parents’ concerns were.

We were frank and honest about our concerns, and he answered each one with a thoughtful and detailed answer.  (I think he must be good at recruiting).  So once our questions were answered, what else could we do but let the Recruiter take Brandon for his test.

Poor Karol. She cried. She cried as he walked out the front door with a Marine Corps recruiter to go take a “practice” ASVAB test.

She smiled when he came home and said he would need to “study” more.¬† (but she didn’t let him see her smile).