Thursday, March 21st, 1968
I’m waiting now to go to Pohang [Pohang-si], about 80 miles up the east coast; my boat’s to be towed up there by a tug; we made one try at noon, but turned back an hour out due to a heavy swell. We’ll prob’ly try again around midnite. We’ll be up there three or four days, during which I believe I’ll be carting around mooring lines for tankers. I’ll try to get some photos.
Just got confirmation that we’ll probably be leaving just after midnight.
Friday March 22, 1968
We’re in Pohang now; we finally left at ten o’clock PM and traveled all night with the tug apparently trying to decide whether it wanted to go into dancing or acrobatics. One would wake up to see half the contents of the galley go sliding past on the deck. Got here around 7:40 yesterday yesterday morning; the tanker, the USNS Cache [AO-67], arrived at 3:00 in the afternoon at which time we spent an interesting couple of hours sliding around in avian feces such as are found on mooring buoys the world around. Having gotten the beast moored, we had passenger dispatches one after the other right up ‘till six this morning. At maybe 3:30 AM, I had a little battle with a lieutenant over whether my crew was to continue or sleep; I lost the skirmish, and have been toying with the idea of making a formal complaint to the Inspector General, but it’s not worth the fuss. Of course, since I was mad enough to enter the dispute in the log, it could be noticed anyway in the Inspector-General’s inspection next month; it would be very funny to see the fat little toad lose his bar.
At any rate, things have slacked off now, and as it stands I’ve just one more dispatch tonite, at 11:00, and I’m through ‘till tomorrow A.M.
The sea was quite rough this afternoon, and I spent a joyous hour or so wandering around when I found it was too rough to come alongside the tanker. As a point of fact, it was rough enough so I managed to get tangled in the stern mooring lines of the tanker, breaking off various small pieces of my boat in the process.
Got back to Pusan at 3:00 or so on Sunday, walked into my barge, and there’s SSGT Myford with a bottle of bourbon, so what the heck…
Monday I went before the promotion review board finally; I think I passed.
I’m waiting now to go to Pohang [Pohang-si], about 80 miles up the east coast; my boat’s to be towed up there by a tug; we made one try at noon, but turned back an hour out due to a heavy swell. We’ll prob’ly try again around midnite. We’ll be up there three or four days, during which I believe I’ll be carting around mooring lines for tankers. I’ll try to get some photos.
Just got confirmation that we’ll probably be leaving just after midnight.
Friday March 22, 1968
We’re in Pohang now; we finally left at ten o’clock PM and traveled all night with the tug apparently trying to decide whether it wanted to go into dancing or acrobatics. One would wake up to see half the contents of the galley go sliding past on the deck. Got here around 7:40 yesterday yesterday morning; the tanker, the USNS Cache [AO-67], arrived at 3:00 in the afternoon at which time we spent an interesting couple of hours sliding around in avian feces such as are found on mooring buoys the world around. Having gotten the beast moored, we had passenger dispatches one after the other right up ‘till six this morning. At maybe 3:30 AM, I had a little battle with a lieutenant over whether my crew was to continue or sleep; I lost the skirmish, and have been toying with the idea of making a formal complaint to the Inspector General, but it’s not worth the fuss. Of course, since I was mad enough to enter the dispute in the log, it could be noticed anyway in the Inspector-General’s inspection next month; it would be very funny to see the fat little toad lose his bar.
At any rate, things have slacked off now, and as it stands I’ve just one more dispatch tonite, at 11:00, and I’m through ‘till tomorrow A.M.
The sea was quite rough this afternoon, and I spent a joyous hour or so wandering around when I found it was too rough to come alongside the tanker. As a point of fact, it was rough enough so I managed to get tangled in the stern mooring lines of the tanker, breaking off various small pieces of my boat in the process.
Got back to Pusan at 3:00 or so on Sunday, walked into my barge, and there’s SSGT Myford with a bottle of bourbon, so what the heck…
Monday I went before the promotion review board finally; I think I passed.
