Gary Long, EMC(SS)
DOB:
Service Dates: 12/63-12/66
Boats Served On:
USS Remora (SS-487)
Dan Stetler and I met at Nuc school, he was in secion 1, and I
was in secion 6, and we spent a lot of time in night school doing "remedial"
work. The problem was not the class work, it was the continual party we operated
at a bar called "MY OFFICE" in Vallejo. They gave us so much homework
it was rediculous so we set up an assemby line at My Office, and a group would
meet there at night to "do" the homework. You know sort of"You
take questions 1 and 2, and someone else could get 3 and 4," and so on.
Then we drank to the wee hours to get ready for class the next day. I bring
up the sections for one reason only the way the school was set up, the curicullum
varied by the section you were in. The 7 secition was doing calculus, and the
1 section was doing arithmetic. Get the difference.
Anyway Dan, and Margaret, his wife for life, were Cherokee indians, and his
education was not all it could have been, but since we both were on "firewater",
what the hell we were fast friends.Anyway Dan bilged out for acedemic failure.
I graduated, but they had no openings for me at ARCO Idaho, so they sent me
to Remora for what was to be a year. Dan wound up on the USS Isle Royal, (AD-42)
a destroyer tender. That ship was stationed in Pearl. Here's where it get's
good!
One night Dan came to Remora, and we went over to somewhere and got shitfaced
(as usual), and went back to the Remora for a cup of coffee. Never did get the
coffee. Anyway we were sitting in the Yeomans office (Frank Rechards YNC also
one hell of a friend. He lives in Las Vegas and is 76), anyway we are sitting
there and in the type writer is a blank STO (Standard Transfer Order), so just
for shits and giggles I typed up a set of orders for Dan Stettler to be transfered
to Remora. Remember his is an MM, not EN, and never went to submarines school,
or any place else required to be in submarines. It was real funny we laughed
so hard we almost woke up the duty officer. I will tell you how funny it was
the next day.
Sitting on the PUFF dome the next morning, cup of coffee in hand. my hair hurt
my teeth itched, and coming down the pier is Dan carrying his seabag. I looked
at him, and said "what the hell is this you get transfered?" His reply
"yep--to the Remora". After I changed my underwear, I figured we were
both headed for the Brig.
Well he checks on board, and the XO starts telling Dan that he "must"
be part of the new program of sending people straight to subs, without sub school--and
welcome aboard. Dan retired 20 plus years later, as an MMC from the USS Sablo
SS 302. He and Margaret drove a long haul truck for a number of years until
his death.
The story does not end there. Since it worked so good the first time we again
went to the yeo's office , and typed up travel orders for Margaret, and his
mother-in-law, and 4 kids. We used the numbers off a Lt. somebodies travel orders.
It worked again. They sent all of them by Jet, to Hawaii,(remember the era--MATS
did not send anyone by jet but priority1's). Guess I copied the right travel
orders eh!
For the next 3 years Dan and I pretended to just be "casual" aquaintenances
on the boat. Off Duty we tried to drink everything in sight. I was just 23,
and a 1st class.
The story is true. As for the boat we ran into I think it was Tunny SSG 282,
which I served on years before as a SN. I could tell stories about that hunk
of junk as well.
To finish the story. When I got Orders to the USS Permit SSN 594 (new construction),
I also got orders to O in C of the Naval Reserve Training Facility, in San Luis
Obispo, Ca.(shore duty) I had just made EMC, and they again did not have an
opening(on a Nuc) I had a quick interview with Naval Reactors, and the decision
was to let me go to SLO. When I got there there was a quanset hut, with a sign,
and that was it. I called my detailer, who said "Why not go to school",
until we straighten this out. To end - they never did get it right, and I got
my EE, from CalPoly, and made Warrant Officer there. I interviewed for a job
with NR, and they accepted me as a Radcon officer. I was assigned to Nereus
AS-17, and from there I went to Dixon AS 37, To put a period to this I never
served as RADCON anything. Always in the wrong place at the right time. I was
promoted regularly and retired in 1980 as LT.
I could tell you Huey Long stories for ever, since I worked for him, I covered
his ass for 3 years. I think he was the only "acting" chief in the
navy after 5 years in grade. You remember he was EMCA, until the Navy just did
away with "acting" and went to permanent. I was an EMC when Huey was
EMCA. Huey was forever having his "girl friends" call my house cancelling
dates, or adding them. Fortunately Shirley my wife of 46 years was on to him.
I never forgot the Northern Run we spend X-Mas at sea, and the Squadron had
pictures of the wives, and families sent tot he boat. Anyway Shirley got a call
that they lost hers, could she come for a second. She did, and I slept in the
Mole Hole one rack down from Huey. They gave him the picture of my wife and
kids, and Huey said something to the following "who the hell is this pig"
I looked up and informed Huey that it was "my pig". Huey calling anyone
woman a"pig" makes you think she needs plastic surgery.
So that trip I got 2 pictures.
As for Mel Arnold, I slept in the Aft Torpedoe room for almost 2 years, and
I sure remember him. Damn cold place and I got Pleuracy and was almost shitcaned
ashore in the Phillipines when during a battery charge my lungs filled with
fluid, and I went to the hospital by ambulance. When I found out that it was
curable I "checked" myself out, and was on patrol before the hospital
realized I was gone. We went to Japan next.So they never got another shot at
me! The only one that was pissed was Charlie Brooks who (poor baby) ended up
standing 5 of my watches. I ran into him at EM"A" school in San Diego,
I actually made chief before he did. Charlie used to tell everyone he was Scandanavian.
Sure he was. Anyway when "black" became popular Charlie became "black",
and wanted to work for the Upward training folks. His Officer in Charge, said
that Charlie looked like a radical with his new afro! Always enjoyed Charlie,
in that Bill Monaghan could get him going in 10 seconds flat. Hewould get so
pissed he could not talk. How could anyone not like Bill.
Remember the "fart in the bag" that Bill brought back to the ship
from the White Hat Club. He sat in the after battery, and informed everyone
he had a fart from "suzyco" in the bag. Of course he could not open
the bag, he would loose the "fart". That was the Bill I remember.
He was Tatlows boss as an IC1, and never made chief.He did come to his senses
in that he went "back" to EM1.
The other story about Bill was that he always told his wife what he did in Japan--she
never believed him she thought he made the stories up. No way he actually did
what he said. I once asked him why and he said "well if I tell her the
truth she does not believe me, if I lie I cannot remember the story" One
real character. Both Greg Riolo and me stood watches with as Jr. Controllerman.
Since getting anyone to stand watch with Bill more than once was a chore.
Current Status: December, 2004
We live on a "farm 100 acres, in the boon docks of Klamath Falls. We retired
here in 1998, and bought the scrub in 1993. We now farm about 60 acres of hay,
and have2 houses on the property that we tend. I retired here by putting the
proverbial anchor on my shoulder and going til someone ased "what is it".
By the way the IRS says I am the worst farmer they have ever seen. I figure
about 10 more years and i will get the hang of it. You think?