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At random: In 1921, a United States submarine, the R-14, having run out of fuel at sea while looking for the missing tug USS Conestoga, rigged sails from blankets and hammocks sewn together. Bunk frames were used for yardarms and booms. The torpedo loading king post for a fore mast, the torpedo loading boom for a mizzen mast and the telescoping radio mast, for the main mast. The R-14 sailed 100 miles in five days to the port of Hilo, T.H. at a speed of two knots. It has been reported in March 2016 that the Conestoga has been located 3 miles off Southeast Farallon Island, probably sinking with-in a day of leaving port. All hands lost.

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Blue from West Oz

Posted 2007-09-30 4:29 AM (#7905)

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Posts: 2357

Subject: 68 Degrees to Port ( Poem )

...a poem, of sorts... Blue *_*

“Flood in the Engine Room”
The frantic cry is heard,
Eyes wide open
Large as duff bowls

Curtains pulled back,
Shipmate’s spring into action
Bulkheads shut down
Doors shut and clipped.

20 bow up, wheels amidships
500 feet, 490 feet…
The angle is coming on
Seems like an eternity

FWD SSE is fired
A red grenade makes it’s way
To warn our Skimmer brothers
Of danger below the waves

It’s rough upstairs, so were told
Brace for a heavy roll they say
Sure enough 68 to port
Where bulkheads become decks

We rush into the Fore-Ends
The fish are still in place
Rig the ladder, prepare to leave
Abandon Ship is not what we wish to hear

The all clear is heard
The Stokers save the day
We marvel at the angle
We managed that day

On our way to Hobart Town
We had a bit if fun
Some call it danger
But that’s still to come

This is related to an incident back in 1986 on HMAS ONSLOW...hope you liked, Blue *_*

Blue from West Oz

Posted 2007-09-30 4:59 AM (#7906 - in reply to #7905)

Master and Commander

Posts: 2357

Subject: and another one....

...as it was a slow day in prison today! the 1st line is about four sailors who died at sea on HMAS WESTRALIA, back in 1998. The woman I refer to was a Midshipman and, it was her first day at sea. The '63 comment is of course the USS THRESHER and we were doing trials with civvy engineers onboard also, I shuddered when I realised the connections, and said to change the topic, about a minute later, all hell broke loose. My last day at sea was early December, 1998, one month to go before reaching 20 years and retiring.

'Last Day at Sea'

Telling a story of four
That died one day at sea
It was her first
No more was meant to be.

Then the story went back to ‘63
Once again, a story of the sea
A submarine, twisted wreckage
Lost souls, but never forgotten

We’re tempting fate
On this special date
Below the waves
On my last day at sea

I look at the Engineers
And realize what we’re saying
Let’s talk about the footy
Of wine, women and song

“Flooding in the Engine Room”
The stories come back to haunt me
As we head up to the surface
On my last day at sea

I fired off a red grenade
My legs begin to tremble
As I wonder what will be
On this, my last day at sea

My thought’s are of my family
That’s where I should be
And those stories come back to haunt me
On this, my last day at sea

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