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A newsletter for the former crewmen of the USS Kenneth D. Bailey (DD/DDR-713) Vol. XXI January 2010 #1 Special Points of Interest A NAVY TALE Bob Nowak shares a BY ROBERT NOWAK tale about an as- signed task that was In early l954, I was assigned by Third Na- We had been assigned the job. a bit more than was val District, to which I’d been sent for shore “Take a movie projector and film; bring bargained for. See duty, to the US Submarine Base in New Lon- along Messier and Dave Thomas to help the cover story. don CT, for further assignment. When I re- you.” Messier was a Torpedoman 2nd from ported in to the base personnel office, I met Brooklyn and Thomas was a black man, a When a guy’s having with a LCDR who was the base personnel Gunner’s Mate 3rd, from New Jersey. lunch, don’t disturb officer. Messier was somewhat of a drinker. He him! That’s the mes- “You’re not a submariner. You’re a 25, quickly volunteered to go to North Stoning- sage in the “Little the classification for a destroyer man. We ton with our Navy truck to “scout out” the Tug That Wouldn’t” have one destroyer here, but I’m assigning church and set up the projector. I smelled as seen on page two. you to Building 37, a training facility. You’ll be trouble; giving Messier the day off to drive instructed by the CO there, Cdr. Bill Davis, as over to the town would set him loose in the We asked the ques- tion, “How did the to what your duties will be. That’s all.” nearest bar and Lord knows what would Navy benefit/change Building 37 was on the upper base, away happen then. “Mess” had been busted your life?” See the from the active submarines, or “boats”. I re- twice for starting brawls in bars. I tried to responses beginning ported in; was signed in by a Yeoman 1st, convince our CPO, Mike Jennings not to on page four. We’d Tom McCready, who introduced me to Cdr. send “Mess” but let Thomas go, but love to hear from Davis, a short husky blond officer, wearing Jennings wanted “Mess” out of his hair for more of you for the the dolphins of a qualified submariner. the day. next issue. I later learned he been surfaced by a The meeting at the church wasn’t until heart condition. He was a pleasant officer, 1800 ( 6:00 P.M.) that night, so Thomas Bob Nowak tells the told me he was happy to have me, and out- and I got in my car and took our time driv- story of meeting actor Albert Dekker lined the mission of his command. He had ing over there around an hour early. We in a story on page eight enlisted men who served as instructors got to the church okay, but no signs of the six. for reservists. While at the Flushing Barracks Navy truck anywhere. in Brooklyn, I had attended instructor training I knew we had to find that truck; find Fourteen new names classes. I’d work with a similar group aboard “Mess,” get our gear and put on that show. for the roster are USS Guardfish, SS-217, a training subma- We toured some of the back roads near found beginning on rine moored on the lower base. I began to the church, and finally, by the roadside, I page six in Welcome feel more and more like a square peg in a saw a barroom, set back from the road. I Mat. round hole. I went through some preliminary pulled over. Something told me to go training of my own at the sub school and around the back. There it was, our Navy See what you will be taught a few classes in navigation and basic truck. doing at the 2010 signal communications by flashing light; the As Dave and I went in to the bar, my reunion in Portland, ME by reading the boats had no yardarms for signal flags. worst fears were realized. The bartender article on page One day, Cdr. Davis called me in and said was calling the police; two Coast Guard seven. that the base had received a request from a enlisted men lay sprawled on the deck, church group in North Stonington, CT to send unconscious, and Messier beaten and There’s a suggestion over some recruiters to explain the Naval bloody, was sitting at the bar, nursing a for your 2011 reunion Reserve to a meeting of their parishioners. (Continued on page 2) location on page 8. Volume XXI Issue 1 BAILEY NEWS Page 2 (Continued from page 1) THE LITTLE TUG THAT WOULDN’T drink, obviously drunk as a skunk. By Richard Reeks, LCDR, USN, Ret XO USS Trathen (DD 530) As I approached him, he looked at me and smiled, and said “Hey, Kaohsuing, Formosa in 1962 was ship, But headed south, we steamed Polak, I kicked the crap out of these a temporary home to US Navy de- in a cloud of our exhaust that stayed knee deep sailors, and I’m ready to stroyers engaged in a duty assign- right with us. We all were most eager preach the gospel at the church. ment known as Formosa Patrol. It for the week to end. Unfortunately, Have a drink, and let’s go!!” was a bustling, crammed and our replacement DD had underway Thomas and I got him out of cramped fishing and commercial port problems and we had to remain on there before the police arrived. We at the southern tip of the island. The patrol for a few extra days. threw him in the back of the truck, harbor was a small version of San The trip back to Kaoshuing was a where he promptly passed out. Diego Bay, with a narrow entrance most welcome relief from the stag- Dave drove the truck and we leading to a large sheltered body of nant air of the past ten days. Upon headed back to the church. water running north to south along a entering the harbor, we were as- We got there on time and got our fairly rugged shoreline. The harbor signed two buoys near the shipyard. projector and screen set up in time was home to a busy shipyard that Executing a 180-degree turn so the to meet the crowd. provided services to US ships that bow would be pointed toward the Dave and I gave our recruiting came in for R&R or needed repair harbor entrance, we attached a line pitches (Dave, a black man before a work. At any time there would be a to the forward buoy, and began to Connecticut Yankee crowd) and dozen or more ships of mixed par- back down to get the line over to the when it ended, we showed our entage moored to buoys offshore. aft buoy. The outflowing tide, how- movie, a typical “NAVY WINS THE There was no pier available, other ever, did not cooperate and we sim- WAR” film about World War II. than in the shipyard, for destroyers ply could not back down safely in the When it ended, I asked the crowd if such as the Trathen on which I was relatively crowded harbor to gain there were any questions. serving as Executive Officer. access to the aft buoy. So – we con- A bib-front overalled old farmer Formosa Patrol, as some of you tacted the shipyard for a tug to assist type, looking out the window to- who served in WesPac in those days us. wards our truck, said “A-yah. I have may recall, was a typical Cold War A rather small, dirty, coal-burning a question. What’s going on in your assignment -- days of routine and tug was dispatched to assist us. Pull- truck??” boredom interrupted by occasional ing alongside, on the starboard side We had locked Messier in the moments of concern. The Patrol pri- of the quarterdeck area, its one-man truck. Obviously he had woken up marily consisted of a round-trip be- deck crew threw over lines to attach from his stupor and was kicking the tween two islands claimed by the the tug to us. Believing this would hell out of the truck, trying to get Nationalist Chinese of Chiang Kai- lead to an immediate backing down out. Shek – Quemoy and Matsu. Steam- action, we positioned crew on the I explained it as a sick shipmate ing between these two islands at stern to rig lines to the buoy. But the we were bringing back to the base, twelve knots, our job was to be alert tug just sat there, not doing anything. a fellow who had suffered from se- to and report any effort by the Its crew disappeared. vere claustrophobia on his last tour mainland to invade either island or to I was sent by the Captain to find at sea. We packed our gear and got threaten a larger move east to For- out what was happening and was out of there. mosa. Given the tensions of the time, told to get the tug to do as asked. The next morning, our skipper, however, it seemed our major task Calling from our quarterdeck, I was Bill Davis, called me in and asked was to prevent the Nationalists from able to gain the attention of the one- how it had gone that prior night. I heading west to create some kind of man deck crew who appeared from told him all had went well.