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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Excerpt- Independence Day on the USS Independence- Thick As Thieves

An excerpt from the forthcoming part memoir and part transitional-advice book, intended for the civilian employer as a way to better understand the transitioning veteran

From the middle of May to the first part of July, I partook in my first underway period to Perth, Western Australia.  Upon returning to Japan, I started my new position, divisional yeoman.  While keyboarding or typing is pretty much a given in the 21st Century’s military, in the early 1990s, having a junior enlisted sailor with this skill set was rare.  One lunch period on the Australian deployment, my division officer and LPO walked by the galley.  My Div-O called for me with a folder in one hand and waving at me with the other.  “Stone, come here for a second.  I met with my Div-O, Mr. Jerome.  “Little Joey”, we called Mr. Jerome affectionately and behind his back, was a graduate from Vanderbilt University’s ROTC program and the Navy Supply Corp School in Athens, GA.  Mr. Jerome was a newly promoted LTJG that came onto the ship about 18 months before me.  He had been a division officer at the Disbursing office, S-4 division.  In his new role, he had become accustom to the support of the veteran enlisted personnel, like my LPO and others in key positions in S-5.  The Navy, being cyclical in nature was seeing some of these key people rotating off the Indy.  This was the case with the division’s current yeoman, Petty Officer Third Class Pelzer. 
“Stone, I have been reviewing your personnel file and noticed that you took typing in the 10th grade.  “Yes sir, that is correct.”, I replied with proper military bearing.  “Very good.”, Mr. Jerome replied with a relieved look on his face.  My LPO chimed in, “The day after tomorrow, the Indy will be back in Yokosuka and at that time, I want you and Petty Officer Pelzer to do a turnover.  Pelzer will be transferring off the Indy before we deploy to the Persian Gulf later this year.” 
Just like that, I was the division’s new yeoman.  The thought of not having to get up at 0500 and working in the hot galley was a relief and I was thanking my stars for Mrs. Olsen’s typing class at Riverside High School.  In Yokosuka, I celebrated Independence Day on the Indy with inport 24-hour duty.  This was a Sunday, and with my first weekend back in Japan, the new bond that happens with sailors when they serve together on an underway period such as the Australian deployment created a pack of guys that were thick as thieves.  The Saturday before, I decided to burn the midnight oil as we hit the Keikyu Line north to Tokyo’s Shinagawa Station transferring to the Yamamote Line, getting off at the Ebisu Station and taking the subway to the unofficial junior enlisted man’s headquarters, Roppongi.  Of course, before leaving the base in Yokosuka, there was a stop by the package store where cheap bottles of “Mad Dog 20-20” were purchased and consumed on the train.   
The night out was like the previous times before the Australian deployment.  Get to Roppongi by 8pm, hit all of the bars and night clubs that start to charge a cover later in the night to get their stamps allowing free access later that night, and justify our presence in these places by adhering to the facilities’ rule, “Having a drink in hand at all times”.  I must have done this two or three times a month from July to September.  At one of these excursions to Roppongi, I met a Japanese woman, who was from Saitama.         


                While I had a great time painting the town with my newfound brothers on the ship in the big city of Tokyo, I made good on my commitment to the job by reporting to duty the following morning on time, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite not leaving Tokyo till 5am.  This was by virtue of the trains resuming service at that time after being stopped from 11am the previous morning.  To this day, 99% of your everyday veteran in the civilian workforce will find a way to get to work on time despite the obstacles that they may have faced.  I guess a bad thing to point out about this was feeling the need to blow off steam on an all-night excursion knowing that I had to be on duty the next day.  This discrepancy is something that is commonly done after long periods of hard work on the high seas and a good thing about this is this sort of indulgence is out of the transitioning veteran’s system by the time they reach the civilian workforce.  Lastly, another good thing about veterans is that most can pick up and go with a new assignment and can make changes to their routine on the fly despite the misconception that veterans struggle in the civilian world due to the military world being overly structured.      
Are you a fan of coming-of-age stories of about everyday guys from small town USA discovering themselves on war machines such as aircraft carriers in far off places and the like?  If so, I would love to hear from you:

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