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I am still working on Monday. Feel free to feel sorry for me. I crave attention and need your sympathy.How could I forget! .......
Now excuse me. I must go outside and issue instructions to some youth standing on my lawn. Scowl in place...check. Shotgun...check. Wearing boxers...check.
Hopefully, I won't need bail money this time.
Just pretend this is hwitty.
SW MP15
Member
It's almost the 4th of July!
Not much time left. You only have a few hours left!
Now go get the mattress or that new car.
Because that's what this special holiday is all about! It has nothing to do with Celebrating Our Freedom!
Not much time left. You only have a few hours left!
Now go get the mattress or that new car.
Because that's what this special holiday is all about! It has nothing to do with Celebrating Our Freedom!
bigwheelzip
Absent Comrade
Grüß Gott Ya'all. No Rhea spotted here this morning. There is a wild horde numbering hundreds of Rhea in northeast Germany since the 1990's, but all clear here, so far.
Have a fun and safe 4th.
Have a fun and safe 4th.
Back in the day these were my perfect cars!
How ironic! I had two 1/24th scale slot cars growing up;I had a Cheetah, & my Dad had a GT40. These weren't the super fast slot cars, they were almost models with motors, if you know what I mean. I think the first time I took them to the track & got smoked by all the super light cars with the light weight one piece bodies was the last time I took them to the track...
One last sit down before beer:30 rolls around.
Off and on thought for a while, keep forgetting to ask.
Wondering of the whereabouts of a member who I've not seen post recently.
Has a son, 18 or so confined to a wheelchair who really enjoys cowboy actions. I think Iggy or BigInge sent some spurs, maybe a belt and holster his way some time back. Cool kid with an exceptional man for a Dad. He posted under the handle MattO or Matt something. I ran a quick search, close but no seegar.
Hoping the young man is OK.
The stories and pictures posting were inspiring.
Off and on thought for a while, keep forgetting to ask.
Wondering of the whereabouts of a member who I've not seen post recently.
Has a son, 18 or so confined to a wheelchair who really enjoys cowboy actions. I think Iggy or BigInge sent some spurs, maybe a belt and holster his way some time back. Cool kid with an exceptional man for a Dad. He posted under the handle MattO or Matt something. I ran a quick search, close but no seegar.
Hoping the young man is OK.
The stories and pictures posting were inspiring.
shouldazagged
Absent Comrade
Speaking of missing forum folks, has anyone heard from the Mighty Isis?
http://smith-wessonforum.com/lounge/437425-had-giggle-while-disney-today.html
soFlaNative,,,,He goes by MattO and he is still on here and was on line as of 12:15!
Here's a link to one of his past Postings!
soFlaNative,,,,He goes by MattO and he is still on here and was on line as of 12:15!
Here's a link to one of his past Postings!
bigwheelzip
Absent Comrade
I just got off the phone with my son and he was indignant that I called those cars I got him "Hot Wheels". Apparently Hot Wheels weren't cool in the 60's.
They were HO race cars, and he still has them. He bragged that his are modified with the "Hop-Up" kit (high-traction tires, high-strength motor magnets, and special motor brushes).
He got very animated talking about them and said the Cheetah is still his favorite. The power of the Drift is funny. loknload's post sent my son on a pleasant trip down memory lane.
BigCityChief
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All day rain here for us today. Just a steady drizzle. Nothing major.
Enough to put a damper on cookouts and camping for those so
inclined. We put a couple steaks on the grill last night as i knew
the forecast for today.
My hands are about back to normal feeling today after the Wasp
attacks yesterday while cleaning out my gutters.
I believe i have enough strength in them to man handle a pull tab.
If not wifey can use the church key for me today and open my Beers.
Like MP15 said, be sure and celebrate your Freedoms this weekend.
There are those bent on destroying everything this Country was
built upon.
Chuck
Enough to put a damper on cookouts and camping for those so
inclined. We put a couple steaks on the grill last night as i knew
the forecast for today.
My hands are about back to normal feeling today after the Wasp
attacks yesterday while cleaning out my gutters.
I believe i have enough strength in them to man handle a pull tab.
If not wifey can use the church key for me today and open my Beers.
Like MP15 said, be sure and celebrate your Freedoms this weekend.
There are those bent on destroying everything this Country was
built upon.
Chuck
BigCityChief
Member
Thanks for the heads up, Lok.
Rusty's around, just doesn't seem to post.
Our loss.
Isis's been MIA for almost a month.
Rusty's around, just doesn't seem to post.
Our loss.
Isis's been MIA for almost a month.
My, how times change.....
Now these same Hot Wheels from years past bring hundreds
of dollars in original condition.
Chuck
BigBill
Absent Comrade
I have flown many times with no airplane off the quad, four wheeler. Does that count?
Over the bars doing 2 1/2 ganors. The flight is in slow motion. I turned my head and seen the rear horizontal rack on the quad going verticle thinking oh boy this is gonna hurt. I did a face plant on the ice. The helmet and my new leather jacket saved me. I ripped my shoulder and broke ribs. My tee shirt bares to big "S" but I have flown under the radar many times.
The older Polaris quads had alumimum tie rod ends. I hit a pocket in the ice and the tie rod end broke. Funny the replacement is a steel tie rod end. I'd like to meet the engineer who designed it.
Dam train drivers.
Henry Ford wasn't a inteructural but the man was hands on smart. Where would we be today without him.
Just comparing hands on to college degrees.
BigBill
Absent Comrade
I grew up with the strombecker 1/32 scale slot cars. Today I got back into it. These cars can be bought new from Slot Cars, Slot Car Track Sets, Digital Slot Cars, New Slot Cars and Vintage Slot Cars.
Fun all over again with the kids and grandson. This hobby seems to be making a comeback. I need more gt40 and cheetahs. They offer some cars with steering.
I have the gt40 from lemans the Ferrari eater. Some cars from Steve McQueen. I must have about 100 slot cars.
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revho
Member
Picked up the stand to a Champion spark plug cleaner and three stubby shop stools for $40.00 at a yard sale yest. Guy wanted $70.00 and I stonewalled him & was pulling away in the car. He lit out after and stopped me when he figured out I wasnt budging on my offer.
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kwselke
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And back to Homer Bast on the USS Yolo, on their way to Japan.
September 2, 1945
At 0200 the watch handed me a message from the group commander wanting to know why I had not reported. I was up at 0630 and off to Tolosa where his ship is beached. After climbing aboard I was chewed out about not reporting. I had tried and was unable to contact him because of his ship's movements. His operations officer, whom I had known at Bradford, interrupted. We talked about those days. No additional words were said except for me to shift berths and prepare to leave at 1800.
Returning to the ship I had lunch and informed our old commands of the ship's schedule. The group commander called me to report again. Another long rough ride brought me alongside. He was pleasant and said that so many COs were at the club, departure was postponed until the 3rd. Following dinner the official "V-J" celebration began with SOPA's authorization to use pyro¬technics. In spite of the rain the sky was soon filled with bursting colors, as searchlights illuminated the low clouds. The celebration had that "let down" feeling, compared to the spontaneous outburst. After the movie two cans of beer were issued to all. These were from the cases recently purchased with profits from the store. Drinking their beer, the officers played poker, while the crew went below to enjoy themselves. Outside, the celebration died down to a few ships' searchlights.
September 3, 1945
Up at 0600, set the special sea detail, hoisted anchor at 0630 and Yolo was underway for the convoy's rendezvous off Catman Beach, Tolosa, Leyte, 10 miles away. The commander, at 0800, signaled all ships to join up, and after much maneuvering, the 18 LSTs in four columns were off for Batangas. Yolo was the last ship in the starboard column. With the watch set, Yolo is at sea and bound for Japan. Instead of being part of an original invasion under fire we shall arrive two weeks after the bloodless occupation.
As the late afternoon sun sank, the wind freshened and the convoy, steaming silently down Surigao Straits, prepared for the night. With the passage only 20 miles wide at its southern entrance, the mountains were clearly visible. Along the palm fringed beaches native villages appeared as if by magic, while curls of smoke rose gently from the huts.
Following dinner I wrote the night orders, received the 2000 reports, and then went topside. In these lower latitudes there is an equal amount of light and dark. Even though ships' running lights burn, blackout restrictions are still a part of steam¬ing at sea. Tonight the clouds rolled in with rain showers lasting most of the night.
September 9, 1945
During the night the ship received a dispatch about a typhoon off the east coast of Luzon. The storm moving at 8.5 knots and accompanied by mountainous seas with torrential rain was heading northwest. Other messages reminded the convoy to set typhoon conditions and confirmed the storm's direction. It was obvious the typhoon would strike us unless the commodore increased speed and changed course. There was no action on his part! During the night lights of two groups of troop-carrying transports appeared astern. Within a few hours their shapes faded into the night ahead.
I was up at dawn and remained on the conn most of the morning, departing for the chart house to study the ship's position in relation to the typhoon. As this is Sunday both services were held on board. About noon the commodore finally changed course to the north and increased speed, too little, too late. I was concerned and cursed the stupidity of the OTC because the changes were so obvious. The new course did lessen the motion of the ship so the designated fueling LST ahead gave black oil to the SC. The cooks served turkey for lunch thinking it would be a last meal for a spell.
In the afternoon the sea rose, the wind increased in intensity and the ship acquired a more pronounced roll. All signs of an imminent typhoon are present with a heavy sky accompanied by a thin uniform cirrus veil, thundershowers, a falling barometer and heavy, hot moist air. Later a low, solid and rugged-looking cloudbank appeared on the horizon. Squalls broke off from these clouds. Cross seas that rolled on forever buffeted Yolo. From the plot the storm's center should pass aft of the convoy with the 200 mile radius passed through this night and the 100 mile radius on the 10th. Throughout the night furious winds with driving rain poured on the watch personnel, in spite of the tarp, stinging their hands and faces until they bled. The night was so black and visibility so bad that the OOD found it im¬possible to see the wake light on the ship ahead.
September 10, 1945
The morning dawned bleak and cold with massed clouds on the horizon. Although the latest report indicated the storm would go astern, all knew the wind and sea would increase. To keep the seas on the starboard bow, course was changed toward the east and speed reduced. Both the interval and distance between ships was increased to allow more latitude in ship handling. With the seas running 30 feet high, at times the pounding was bad; indeed, the waves were so high that, except for the masts, ships disappeared momentarily in the troughs of the waves.
Before noon the LST ahead signaled she struck a mine. Her seams opened and water poured into the tank deck. Mr. Belmont, who was OOD from 0800 to noon, saw the ship sheer out of column and hoist a flag signal. At the same time over the TBS came the word they struck a mine and opened a 15 foot hole in the starboard bow. They were fighting a raging fire. Belmont said on his watch sporadic reports came in from the stricken ship. They told of six feet of water in the tank deck, and plates buckling under the strain of tons of water coming in the gaping hole. The fire was extinguished, but the pumps were unable to control the water. The OTC decided to evacuate the 300 army men on board by boatswain's chair to the APD which drew as close as possible. For seven hours the operation continued with the two ships barely 25 yards apart. Darkness halted the transfer, but even so, the CO of the APD removed 200 men in a remarkable display of seamanship. Meanwhile, the LST's crew shored up the damage, halted the inflow of water and with the APD proceeded to Buckner Bay, Okinawa.
Following the 2000 reports the wind freshened and the seas remained high and unpleasant. At times Yolo rolled 30-40 degrees as the convoy passed outside the 100 mile radius of the typhoon.
September 11, 1945
At 0130 the messenger told me the steering was not only out but locked in hard right and Yolo was turning to starboard. Breakdown lights were flashed and I tried by the use of the engines to halt the turn. Meanwhile, the ship completed a 180 degree move and Yolo was steaming toward the ships astern. By then, hand steering was established, and I maneuvered the ship out of danger with the coordinated actions of the LSTs astern. Think about the OODs of those ships as they suddenly see ahead the running lights of a vessel bearing down on them!
By dawn the wind and sea calmed and the convoy returned to its original course to Japan. Ships closed interval and distance to tighten the formation and speed was increased to 9.5 knots. Morning star sights verified a local apparent noon line. The convoy as well as Yolo had a good position. The rest of this day was routine with all recovering from the storm's lashing. Dinner over I sought out the conn and watched an early moon rise and set. The convoy steams in darkness except for the navigational lights, now on and a definite part of each night's ritual. The sky is alive with stars.
September 12, 1945
A message received in the morning informed the convoy to be alert for eight B-29s that disappeared on 10 September between Luzon and Japan. Even though the war is over the services take their losses. The day dawned clear and throughout the sun shined, the seas were serene and the chipping hammers sang their monotonous song as they prepared the deck for paint. After breakfast I changed to shorts and sat on the conn for the remainder of the day except to partake of the excellent food.
After dinner the cards were shuffled and the poker game took on combat like action. Bridge appears to be a thing of the past. I remained on the bridge, received the 2000 reports and then to bed. Sleep would not come, probably a real let down from my concern about the storm.
September 2, 1945
At 0200 the watch handed me a message from the group commander wanting to know why I had not reported. I was up at 0630 and off to Tolosa where his ship is beached. After climbing aboard I was chewed out about not reporting. I had tried and was unable to contact him because of his ship's movements. His operations officer, whom I had known at Bradford, interrupted. We talked about those days. No additional words were said except for me to shift berths and prepare to leave at 1800.
Returning to the ship I had lunch and informed our old commands of the ship's schedule. The group commander called me to report again. Another long rough ride brought me alongside. He was pleasant and said that so many COs were at the club, departure was postponed until the 3rd. Following dinner the official "V-J" celebration began with SOPA's authorization to use pyro¬technics. In spite of the rain the sky was soon filled with bursting colors, as searchlights illuminated the low clouds. The celebration had that "let down" feeling, compared to the spontaneous outburst. After the movie two cans of beer were issued to all. These were from the cases recently purchased with profits from the store. Drinking their beer, the officers played poker, while the crew went below to enjoy themselves. Outside, the celebration died down to a few ships' searchlights.
September 3, 1945
Up at 0600, set the special sea detail, hoisted anchor at 0630 and Yolo was underway for the convoy's rendezvous off Catman Beach, Tolosa, Leyte, 10 miles away. The commander, at 0800, signaled all ships to join up, and after much maneuvering, the 18 LSTs in four columns were off for Batangas. Yolo was the last ship in the starboard column. With the watch set, Yolo is at sea and bound for Japan. Instead of being part of an original invasion under fire we shall arrive two weeks after the bloodless occupation.
As the late afternoon sun sank, the wind freshened and the convoy, steaming silently down Surigao Straits, prepared for the night. With the passage only 20 miles wide at its southern entrance, the mountains were clearly visible. Along the palm fringed beaches native villages appeared as if by magic, while curls of smoke rose gently from the huts.
Following dinner I wrote the night orders, received the 2000 reports, and then went topside. In these lower latitudes there is an equal amount of light and dark. Even though ships' running lights burn, blackout restrictions are still a part of steam¬ing at sea. Tonight the clouds rolled in with rain showers lasting most of the night.
September 9, 1945
During the night the ship received a dispatch about a typhoon off the east coast of Luzon. The storm moving at 8.5 knots and accompanied by mountainous seas with torrential rain was heading northwest. Other messages reminded the convoy to set typhoon conditions and confirmed the storm's direction. It was obvious the typhoon would strike us unless the commodore increased speed and changed course. There was no action on his part! During the night lights of two groups of troop-carrying transports appeared astern. Within a few hours their shapes faded into the night ahead.
I was up at dawn and remained on the conn most of the morning, departing for the chart house to study the ship's position in relation to the typhoon. As this is Sunday both services were held on board. About noon the commodore finally changed course to the north and increased speed, too little, too late. I was concerned and cursed the stupidity of the OTC because the changes were so obvious. The new course did lessen the motion of the ship so the designated fueling LST ahead gave black oil to the SC. The cooks served turkey for lunch thinking it would be a last meal for a spell.
In the afternoon the sea rose, the wind increased in intensity and the ship acquired a more pronounced roll. All signs of an imminent typhoon are present with a heavy sky accompanied by a thin uniform cirrus veil, thundershowers, a falling barometer and heavy, hot moist air. Later a low, solid and rugged-looking cloudbank appeared on the horizon. Squalls broke off from these clouds. Cross seas that rolled on forever buffeted Yolo. From the plot the storm's center should pass aft of the convoy with the 200 mile radius passed through this night and the 100 mile radius on the 10th. Throughout the night furious winds with driving rain poured on the watch personnel, in spite of the tarp, stinging their hands and faces until they bled. The night was so black and visibility so bad that the OOD found it im¬possible to see the wake light on the ship ahead.
September 10, 1945
The morning dawned bleak and cold with massed clouds on the horizon. Although the latest report indicated the storm would go astern, all knew the wind and sea would increase. To keep the seas on the starboard bow, course was changed toward the east and speed reduced. Both the interval and distance between ships was increased to allow more latitude in ship handling. With the seas running 30 feet high, at times the pounding was bad; indeed, the waves were so high that, except for the masts, ships disappeared momentarily in the troughs of the waves.
Before noon the LST ahead signaled she struck a mine. Her seams opened and water poured into the tank deck. Mr. Belmont, who was OOD from 0800 to noon, saw the ship sheer out of column and hoist a flag signal. At the same time over the TBS came the word they struck a mine and opened a 15 foot hole in the starboard bow. They were fighting a raging fire. Belmont said on his watch sporadic reports came in from the stricken ship. They told of six feet of water in the tank deck, and plates buckling under the strain of tons of water coming in the gaping hole. The fire was extinguished, but the pumps were unable to control the water. The OTC decided to evacuate the 300 army men on board by boatswain's chair to the APD which drew as close as possible. For seven hours the operation continued with the two ships barely 25 yards apart. Darkness halted the transfer, but even so, the CO of the APD removed 200 men in a remarkable display of seamanship. Meanwhile, the LST's crew shored up the damage, halted the inflow of water and with the APD proceeded to Buckner Bay, Okinawa.
Following the 2000 reports the wind freshened and the seas remained high and unpleasant. At times Yolo rolled 30-40 degrees as the convoy passed outside the 100 mile radius of the typhoon.
September 11, 1945
At 0130 the messenger told me the steering was not only out but locked in hard right and Yolo was turning to starboard. Breakdown lights were flashed and I tried by the use of the engines to halt the turn. Meanwhile, the ship completed a 180 degree move and Yolo was steaming toward the ships astern. By then, hand steering was established, and I maneuvered the ship out of danger with the coordinated actions of the LSTs astern. Think about the OODs of those ships as they suddenly see ahead the running lights of a vessel bearing down on them!
By dawn the wind and sea calmed and the convoy returned to its original course to Japan. Ships closed interval and distance to tighten the formation and speed was increased to 9.5 knots. Morning star sights verified a local apparent noon line. The convoy as well as Yolo had a good position. The rest of this day was routine with all recovering from the storm's lashing. Dinner over I sought out the conn and watched an early moon rise and set. The convoy steams in darkness except for the navigational lights, now on and a definite part of each night's ritual. The sky is alive with stars.
September 12, 1945
A message received in the morning informed the convoy to be alert for eight B-29s that disappeared on 10 September between Luzon and Japan. Even though the war is over the services take their losses. The day dawned clear and throughout the sun shined, the seas were serene and the chipping hammers sang their monotonous song as they prepared the deck for paint. After breakfast I changed to shorts and sat on the conn for the remainder of the day except to partake of the excellent food.
After dinner the cards were shuffled and the poker game took on combat like action. Bridge appears to be a thing of the past. I remained on the bridge, received the 2000 reports and then to bed. Sleep would not come, probably a real let down from my concern about the storm.
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