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As some of you know, and Laz considered it droning at Denny's. I was in the US Coast Guard from 1992-1996. I was stationed aboard a cutter(any CG vessel larger than 65 feet in length) out of Governors Island NY from 1992-1994. At the time, the Cutter Dallas was the second largest cutter in the Guard. Only one other type of ship, the Polar Class icebreakers were larger. Now there is another class of icebreaker that is bigger by about 50 feet. And speaking of Laz, it's named after a Black Man, the Healy, after Captain Mike Healy, a CG legend from the late 19th and early 20th Century.
I had a lot of good memories and people have asked me what it was like living aboard a ship. Well, I did a little searching and this was something I found tonight. BTW I was dumb for not leaving the East Coast the entire time I was in, but I saw more stuff by the time I left that ship in 94 than I have seen in the 8 years I have been out....Enjoy

Someone once asked what life was like aboard a ship, either underway or in port. We'll here's an easy guide for those of you out there who are really curious and want to try this experience in the comfort of your own home!!!

HOW TO SIMULATE COAST GUARD SHIPBOARD LIFE AT HOME

1. Upon commencing this simulation, remember to lock all friends and family outside, communicating only with letters that your neighbor will hold for a month before delivering, losing one out of every five.

2. Surround yourself with 110 people you would not normally choose to be with. (In my case it was 180, and the Navy usually has about 500 plus on a ship like this)People who chain smoke, have flatulence problems, snore like a steam locomotive, and who use expletives in speech like children use sugar on cereal are good candidates.

3. Unplug all radios and televisions to cut yourself off from the real world, but have a neighbor bring you 1 month old issues of the Navy Times, The Retired Officer, and Rolling Stone to stay up on current affairs.

4. Monitor each and every operating appliance hourly, recording vital parameters (plugged in, light comes on as door is opened, etc.). If not in use, log as “SECURED”. Make line drawings of all piping and electrical circuits in your home and memorize them.

5. Do not flush toilets for first three days to simulate the smell of forty people using them. After that, flush and overflow once daily. At least every five days, post a sign stating, “The Sewage System is Secured Until Further Notice”. It’s OK to forget to remove this sign. Take a shower using only a gallon of water to simulate sea showers. (Or do it in two minute intervals, two to get wet,turn off water. Two to soap up and wash hair, two to rinse. I still do something like this and am out of the shower in less than 5 minutes. This is a real Sea Shower) On another note, get to know an engineer who knows how much water the ship is making and figure out how long you can shower by that.

6. Only wear approved uniforms or coveralls with steel-toe boots. No other clothing can be worn. Once a month, weather not withstanding, clean and press one uniform, go outside, and stand at attention for on half hour, after which you may change back into your regular uniform.

7. Cut your hair weekly, making shorter each time, until you either look bald or you develop a rash on the back of your neck.

8. Work in 18-hour cycles, sleeping four hours at a time to ensure your body doesn’t know or care whether it’s daytime or nighttime. At random intervals, announce that you will either add or subtract an hour from the apparent time.

9. Listen to your favorite CD six times a day for two weeks, then for a week play music that makes you nauseated, until you are glad to get back to your “favorite” CD. Repeat as necessary.

10. Cut a single bed in half-length wise, and enclose three sheet metal sides. Add a roof that prevents you from sitting up in any position. (18” is a good height). Replace the mattress with three inches of foam to duplicate a shipboard rack. Place a dead animal under your head to simulate the smell of your shipmate’s sheets. Wire up a curtain using either metal wire or orange "shot line" to keep it from sagging, which it will do with regular string.

11. Set your alarm clock to go off at the “snooze” setting interval for the first hour of sleep to simulate the various alarms of watch standers going off at odd times. Mount your bed on a rocking chair to ensure that you’re tossed from side to side for your remaining three hours.

12. Prepare all food while blindfolded, using only the spices that you grope for, to simulate shipboard food. Add salt. Remove the blindfold and add more salt. Boil till soft. If the food does not stick to an inverted plate when served cold, add more lard. Add some more salt. If the food contains over one part per thousand of fiber, dispose of it. Sprinkle with salt and eat as fast as humanly possible. Beat your plate enthusiastically against the side of the trashcan when disposing of your leftovers.

13. Periodically shut off power at the main breaker and run around screaming “Fire Fire Fire” until you lose your voice, then restore power.

14. Buy a gas mask and scrub the face piece with steel wool till you can’t see out of it. Wear it for two hours every fourth day to simulate General Quarters.

15. Study the shop manual for all appliances in your house. On a regular schedule, take each one apart and put it back together again, then test operate it at the extreme limit of its tolerance.

16. Remove all plants, pictures and decorations. Paint all furnishings Navaho White or Hospital Green. Stencil everything with numbers. Big black ones.

17. To ensure a happy environment, clean everyday top to bottom. Whenever possible, repeat your work. When finished, inspect your work, criticizing as you go. Never allow a good effort to go unpunished.

18. Once a day, plug in your TV and watch a movie that you walked out on two years ago. Then watch your only tape of “That’s Incredible” for two hours.

19. Stock up on as many antacids, aspirin, band-aids, foot liniment, cough syrup, and anti bacterial medicines as possible. These will cure any disease known.

20. Prepare yourself for an entirely possibly emergency that will force you to leave your dwelling, knowing that when you leave, you will have to tread water for 6 to 7 days and battle creatures that will try to consume you. Study “First Aid for bleeding”, and the fire extinguisher owners manual until you can quote them verbatim.

21. Every three or four weeks, go outside directly to the city slums, wearing your best clothes. Enter the raunchiest bar you can find and order their expensive beer. Drink as many as you can pour down in four hours, then hire a cab and have him return you home by the longest route he can find, Graciously tip the driver even though he doubled your fare. Lock yourself back into your dwelling for another three or four more weeks.(Ahh the port calls, how I miss them. But luckily the longest I ever went without a portcall was approx. 2 1/2 weeks.


This simulation must run continually for at least 60 days to be truly effective. The exact date of the end of the simulation will be changed seven times without your knowledge. This is done to keep you guessing as to when you can hope to resume a normal life.

This guide was designed to assist those who would like to, but haven’t had the opportunity or privilege to enjoy an extended period of time aboard a Coast Guard Cutter.
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Jesus Christ. This should be the next board event.
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I CALL DIBS ON BEING THE ADMIRAL!
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<marquee><font size=1 color=blue><b>Some people are like Slinkies . . . not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs. </b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=green><b> Yo I can't sing it I feel like singin I wanna fucking sing Cos i'm happy Yeh, i'm happy HaHa I got my baby back Yo, check it out Some days i sit, staring out the window Watchin' this world pass me by Sometimes i think theres nothing to live for I almost break down and cry Somtimes i think i'm crazy I'm crazy, oh so crazy Why am i here, am i just wasting my time? But then i see my baby Suddenly i'm not crazy It all makes sense when i look into her eyes Somtimes it feels like the world's on my shoulders Everyone's leaning on me Cos sometimes it feels like the world's almost over But then she come back to me My baby girl [hailey laughs] keeps gettin' older I watch her grow up with pride People make jokes, cos they don't understand me They just dont see my real side I act like shit, dont phase me, Inside it drives me crazy My insecurities could eat me alive But then i see my baby Suddenly i'm not crazy It all makes sense when i look into her eyes Yeh and if i could sing, i'd keep singing this song to my daughter If i could hit the notes, i'd blow something as long as my father To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got 'er God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn't (abort her) Now you prob'ly get this picture from my public persona That i'm a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma, But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest Cos there's a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o' ma soul, And just know that i grow colder the older i grow This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold And this load is like the weight of the world And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up Or try to live up to these expectations? now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself, But i got a wife who's determined to make my life living hell But i handle it well, given the circumstances i'm dealt So many chances, man, it's too bad, coulda had someone else But the years that i've wasted are nothing to the tears that ive tasted So here's what im facin: 3 felonies, 6 years of probation I've went to jail for this woman, i've been to bat for this woman I've taken bats to people' backs, bent over backwards for this woman Man, i shoulda seen it comin, what i stick my penis uppin? Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i'd seen what she was fuckin But fuck it, it's over, there's no more reason to cry no more I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya My baby's travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted Its like the greatest gift you can get The weight has been lifted Woow! I told you, i can't sing. Oh well, i tried Haley, remember when i said If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there? Well guess what, daddy's here. And i ain't goin nowhere baby I love you (kiss)</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=yellow><b>We’ve been waitin’ for a long time Yes, we’ve been waitin’ for a long, long time We’ve been waitin’ for a long time But we ain’t gonna wait no more We’re getting’ ready to rock & roll We’re gonna - 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3! Well, there’s a reason everybody should be shakin’ in the house tonight And you should grab your favorite lady and promise her you’ll do it right. Tell Fat Jack to jump back and give you a shot of some booze So you can party to some stomp-down, butt-bumpin’, rock & roll, rhythm & blues. ‘Cause the boys are back in town. The boys are back in town. I know that everybody when they hear the music will be doin’ it on the floor Jump up and down they turn around and tell the band to play some more ‘Cause tonight you can dance and romance and do anything you feel like doin’ But don’t look surprised ‘cause you know what I like and tonight we ought to do it ‘Cause the boys are back in town. The boys are back in town. Oh, yeah. Well, there’s a reason everybody should be shakin’ in the house tonight And you should grab your favorite lady and promise her you’ll do it right Tell Fat Jack to jump back and give you a shot of some booze So you can party to some stomp-down, butt-bumpin’, rock & roll, rhythm & blues. ‘Cause the boys are back in town. The boys are back in town. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! The boys are back in town. And when the boys are back, There ain’t no foolin’ around!
</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=orange><b>Please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste I’ve been around for a long, long year Stole many a man’s soul and faith And I was ’round when jesus christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around st. petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general’s rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made I shouted out, Who killed the kennedys? When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached bombay Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what’s confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me lucifer ’cause I’m in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what’s my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what’s my name I tell you one time, you’re to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What’s me name Tell me, baby, what’s my name Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=red><b>Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold And they'd rather give you a song then diamonds or gold Lonestar belt buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day And if you don't understand him and he don't die young He'll probly just ride away Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountian moringin's Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night And them that don't know him won't like him And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him He ain't wrong he's just different but his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's right Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Mama don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such</b></font></marquee><marquee><font size=1 color=grey><b>What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out to all the families that went through the struggle Yeah, from the heart It was from the heart, everything was real All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my old Earth had so many seeds But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke" So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit Case worker had her runnin back to face to face I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo All that I got is you And I'm so thankful I made it through Word up mommy, I love you Word up It was all you, word, you brought me in like this I sit and think about All the times we did without, yeah I always said I woudn't cry When I saw tears in your eyes I understand that daddy's not here now But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah All things that I did from this to them Oh from drugs to being there Being down and out and I love you always Yeah, you say You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star And them planets, that exist in my space Like man woman and child You understand? We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us I remember them good ol days Because see, that's the child I was What made me the man I am today See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh Because you lost the reality of yourself So take one stroll through your mind And see what you will find And you'll see a whole universe all over again and again and again and again and again Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh
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I want to be the cabin boy.
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please tell me that you found that somewhere on the internet and didn't take the time to write that yourself.
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Way too many words to read. Sorry Jim
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For some reason despite being lazy I always tend to read these long posts.
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Once I make it past the second paragraph and there are still more words.....my brain hurts. Dunno why!
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Maybe trying to read all the words is your downfall. I must admit that I merely skimmed this fine offering.
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generally when i see a long post, I look to see if it was 60. If it was, I scroll down, if not I will read it.
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