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The best description of Lex that I’ve heard is “Imagine Hemingway flew fighters…and liked people.”
Posted on December 7, 2005
It was a long time ago, now.
But never forget:
When a West Coast ship enters Pearl Harbor, as it inevitably will either going to, or returning from a forward deployment, the ship will “man rails” on either side of the ship and “render honors” to the USS Arizona as they pass.
Sometimes an old salt will look at the young Sailors coming into the Navy and breathe a soft sigh of despair – many of them are so very different from those of us whom they will replace. But when you see them fight for a spot up on the steaming flight deck inbound to the harbor, when you see them compete with the embarked Marines for sharpness of dress and military bearing, when you see them stand at attention and present-arms with ramrod stiff postures and deadly seriousness in their eyes, you know: It’s going to be OK.
Posted by Lex, on November 11, 2006
In the news from 5th Fleet, a tradition as old as the sea:
USS ANZIO, At Sea – USS Anzio (CG 68) provided assistance to a vessel in distress in the Arabian Sea, approximately 140 miles off the coast of Pakistan on Nov. 10, while conducting Maritime Security Operations (MSO) in the area.
The 24 person crew of motor vessel SINAA, a 35 meter Iranian-flagged dhow from Kubala, Iran, contacted the Anzio on bridge-to-bridge radio asking for assistance. The motor vessel’s crew said they needed water and fuel.
Anzio received the call during an Underway Replenishment (UNREP) and then proceeded toward the position of the dhow.
According to Ensign Scott Szurovy, the Junior Officer of the Deck, their English was broken, but it was clear that they were in some form of distress. We heard “Navy ship, navy ship, can you help. Water. No English.”
“At first it was thought the dhow might be sinking or have flooding,” said Szurovy.
A 12 person rescue and assistance (R&A) team and one translator boarded the dhow as part of their MSO mission to provide supplies and assistance to the crew. Anzio provided 75 16 ounce bottles of water, 236 gallons of fuel and two days worth of food.
“This was my first time doing anything like this, and it was very exciting, actually a pleasant experience. They were all very appreciative,” said Ensign Patrick King, rescue and assistance officer.
As part of MSO, coalition forces have a long standing tradition of helping mariners in distress by providing medical assistance, engineering assistance and search and rescue efforts.
“The Anzio crew was happy to provide maritime support, and relieved that the dhow contacted us for help. The dhow crew had been out fishing for 25 days and miscalculated their fuel and water consumption. We were pleased to be able to assist them in the way of fuel, food, and water for about 2 days to get them home,” said Capt. Perry Bingham, commanding officer USS Anzio.
Anzio, part of the Eisenhower Carrier Strike Group, departed Naval Station Norfolk on Oct. 3 for a regularly scheduled deployment in support of maritime security operations and entered the Commander, Fifth Fleet area of operations on Oct. 30.
MSO helps to set the conditions for security and stability in the maritime environment and complement the counter-terrorism and security efforts of regional nations. These operations deny international terrorists use of the maritime environment as a venue for attack or to transport personnel, weapons or other material.
Just another day at the office.
Posted by Lex, on August 18, 2006
It was 1400, and the heat of the day was upon them. There was little activity on the flight line. The Navy F-4’s sat at the end of the flight line, the engine bay doors on one of them left open, awaiting inspection. Tom sat playing Acey-Ducey with Saunders. The backgammon variant had become almost as popular as Spades on this deployment. The section chiefs and the NCOIC’s of the shops had been in a meeting since lunch. Everyone waited.
Posted by Lex, on August 20, 2006
Midnight rations – midrats. A big glass of cold orange juice, a bacon and cheese omelet, toast stacked on the tray, and no waiting. The rest of the mids crew gathered at a couple of tables near the drink dispensers and Tom joined them. As they ate he caught up with his friends.
Posted by Lex, on August 27, 2006
“Sgt. Harrelson, Sgt. Rockham’s looking for you.”
“Browder, how’s it going? Where is Rocky?”
“He’s over in Avionics. He said if I saw you I should tell you, he got his ID card back.”
“All right, I’ll see him at formation, anyway. All hands, I’ll see people I haven’t seen in a month. How are you, Browder? What have you been up to?”
Posted by Lex, on August 29, 2006
MagSaySay was packed. Jeepneys crawled between the sailors and girls that milled along the sidewalks and spilled out into streets. It was afternoon, and clouds filled the sky. Tom worked his way toward Fendler Street on his way to Piso Jimmy’s. He turned the corner and bumped into a group of three sailors coming the other way.
“Hey, Marine, watch where you’re going.”
Posted by Lex, on August 17, 2006
Your correspondent was going to try to cobble something together on the topic of that Detroit federal judge’s ruling that the administration’s international “wire-tap” scheme – the “TSP,” or Terrorist Surveillance Progam – was in violation of the Constitution. Casual skimmers of the news have learned that district judge Anna Diggs Taylor ruled that the program conflicted with the first and fourth amendments specifically and the separation of powers clause more generally. The judge apparently feels that FISA – normal legislation – can statutorily limit the Commander-in-Chief’s Constitutional powers in the execution of his own Article II (thanks to JPS, who proves a subsequent point) second amendmentresponsibilities. Even when those inherent powers are amplified by a Congressional Authorization on the Use of Military Force.
Posted by lex, on August 8, 2006
“Let’s walk up toward the circle and back down the other side. I want to stop at Mariposa and get something to eat.”
The last of the day was fading and now MagSaySay took on a different appearance. Lit by neon, the street appeared more interesting, brighter, like a woman wearing her best makeup and illuminated by candles, covering the flaws that were so apparent in harsher light. More girls stood in the doorways of the clubs, calling to the passing Sailors and Marines. The sounds of the jeepneys mixed with the volume of the music that rose and fell as each club passed.
Posted by Lex, on August 8, 2006
Editor’s note – this part inadvertently emended from the previous post. Gomen.
Tom paused. Rocky was his closest friend in the Corps, but this was Rocky’s first trip to the PI. Tom was almost certainly on his last cruise, he was going to get out. This trip had taken on a note of nostalgia. He had taken to keeping a journal, daily notes of events, and carried a camera, trying to capture as much as he could. In the back of his mind, he thought of writing a novel, a tale of Marines and aircraft, set in Olongapo. He decided to try to explain what he had seen.