Stand by for heavy rolls!
I was probably more prone to sea-sickness than the average sailor. In my early days aboard Conserver I dreaded getting underway, especially if I knew the seas would be choppy. I know heavy seas affected Conserver more than more streamlined ships like destroyers and larger ships like carriers. Being made for torque, not for speed, Conserver’s breadth and shallow draft created the perfect storm for the equilibrium-challenged.
I remember my first day-trip aboard out of Pearl was for reftra in preparation for our May 1972 Westpac cruise. What I had hoped would be a very pleasant experience — having never been on any substantial floating vessel besides the SS Admiral on the Mississippi River at St. Louis — turned out to be a nightmare. As soon as we hit the moderate seas off Honolulu, I got sick. I had the very uneasy feeling that every underway minute would be like that. I was very pleased to find out later that seas can be calm enough to make underway time quite pleasant indeed.
The absolute worst time I had at sea was on my first Westpac. Were had been in Kaohsiung, Taiwan for a port visit and were getting underway for Hong Kong. I was serving out my mess cooking obligation at the time so I as not standing my usual sea and anchor detail station as B1 Oiler. Instead, that day I was on the fantail enjoying the hustle and bustle of getting underway without any real responsibility.
I don’t remember having knowledge that we were pulling out of port into the middle of a full-fledged typhoon, but that fact could have been transmitted to the entire crew that morning at muster. My first realization that this wouldn’t be a leisurely two-day transit to Hong Kong were the walls of water breaking on the sea wall that protects the harbor. As we approached it, seas got a little rougher, but the instant we cleared the sea wall, the bow shot way up, the fantail dropped way down and my stomach began to churn. When water began to crest the gunnel, I headed for the engine shop.
As I stepped into the shelter of the shop I had to dodge tools and parts that had not been properly stowed. As soon as I stepped on to the mess decks, the stainless steel locker for the trays, cups and eating utensils tipped aft spilling flatware all over the deck. I remember the contents of bug juice machine sloshing back and forth with every roll.
My strongest recollection past that was being confined to my rack with doc coming by and giving me a shot of tranquilizer in the butt. When it was necessary to visit the head, I remember the passageway’s deck slick with puke and having to hold on to anything on the bulkheads just to get from one place to the other.
In calmer seas I do remember standing watch in B1 and throwing up every hour on the hour, often times going to the starboard fantail to throw up over the side and getting a face-full of salt spray. We used to call it, “feeding the fish.”
That trip to Hong Kong took twice as long as a normal transit due to the ship having to take evasive action. Our arrival in that great liberty port was especially sweet after suffering through my first typhoon.
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Speaking of Seasick Sea Stories. On that same trip to Hong Kong in 72 I was on shore with one of the officers (don’t remember who) looking for supplies. We were in a big warehouse and a cat ran by, well I am a cat lover and did not even think about it may be rabid. Well I leaned down to try and pick it up and the darn thing bit me in the hand. Needless to say I then spent the next two weeks in Hong Kong returning to the ship every day to get the infamous rabies shot in the stomach. I have been careful about picking up strange cats ever since.
You also got sick in Subic too, didn’t you?
I remember that typhoon – the only time i ever got seasick my entire career in the Navy!
I had mid-watch on the bridge. When they woke me, I immediately knew something was wrong. I didn’t feel right and I didn’t know why. I went for coffee to start my watch. Wrong! Empty stomach and only coffee slushing around. I still didn’t realize I was seasick. I didn’t know the meaning.
After that watch, I never forgot the meaning. The chief confined me to my rack and I didn’t make an appearance on the bridge for 12 hours. Thankfully it was my only experience with being seasick.
You have a good memory Monie ! Yes, I was on Shore Patrol in Subic and ate some bad food down town. Well I came down with hepatitis and spent a couple of weeks in the hospital there. I was not really ill and after a while in quarantine I even did some water skiing over on Grande Island.
Scott, Didn’t you also come down with hepatitis? I remember your yellow eyes in Subic. Wasn’t that you?
Yes that was me. I still can not give blood because of that.
don’t forget the rabies shots because of the stray cat