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Last edited by Brink; 28 Oct 2013 at 17:39. Reason: sorted image placements
Yes it was is in west pack.
The first boat I became qualified on. The USS Perch APSS-313.
richnrockville I didn't know you were a old smoke boat sailer or as many say pig boat sailer. The ladies in Japan called us sewer pipe sailors.
Anyway the diesel oil floating on top of the coffee does keep you regular. After the Perch was decommissioned I went to the USS Volador SS-490 another diesel boat More stories than I can remember or tell. Yes submarines are called boats in the US Navy. We also did things on surfaced also.
This is from Mike Burkhollder.
This is August '66 and we got called in to rescue a company of South Veitnam army troops who were surrounded in a village near the coast. We sent in our Perch Raiders and UDT in several rubber boats with outboards and brought them back to the boat. Several villagers were in that group too. All the while this was going on we shelled over their heads with our 40's and also hit a VC ammo truck or dump because there was a hell of a secondary explosion after one shell hit. There were no prisoners that I know of. After we filled up the after deck with these guys and had all boats on board, we bagged ass out of there.
Their is a bunch of pictures on the website.
http://davepoage.homestead.com/ussperch.html
Last edited by Layback Bear; 30 Oct 2013 at 13:49.
Woah great pics guys!
Here are a couple from last year..
I hope they are not too revealing .
Not me and yet it's me.
Cleaning my study, finding a lot of nostalgic mementos. Like these in an old wallet not opened in years, almost a year worth of monthly passes for local public transport in Rome from 2004-2005 and a "modern" library card to Public Library of Carrara, the marble town in Tuscany from 2001:
Our years in Rome and Tuscany were really happy for both of us, remembering those years still brings tears in my eyes.
Thanks my dear lady :).
My beloved Angie with her mother waiting me to have a smoke in the small balcony ("smoking area") of our all time favorite restaurant, Ristorante Sempione in Venezia (Venice as it's so annoyingly called in English). Picture from summer of 2010:
My late Mother and Father and little me in Malaysia in 1958 or so. Dad was in the British Army so I got around a little. Apparently I even spoke Chinese as a 3 or 4 year old. Sadly I never kept that up.