Posted on 03/03/2002 12:12:43 AM PST by Snow Bunny
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Thanks for the the thread, the guys who repaired the bomb damage to the strip in Kandahar will appreciate it. Not too much gets written about about the men who blast the rock in the quarries and grind it into gravel to build the roads and runways, build the mess halls and medical centers, or build the water systems so the troops are able to have safe water free from disease. Bulldozers, cranes and cement trucks are what the SeaBees operate. We support the men who fly the planes, sail the ships and drive the tanks.
The Marines, Army, and Air Force all have their small construction groups that do the smaller jobs for their camps but when you need heavy contstruction done that's when the SeaBees are called in. We support all of the services. The U.S.O. Centers at Hill 327 and Red Beach were some of the work done by the SeaBees in Nam for the 'other services'.
This stuff isn't as exciting as reading about a bomb run on the enemy troops. After all construction sites are just normal parts of life to the reporters. This stuff isn't as exciting as reading about a bomb run on the enemy troops.
Snow Bunny, you just keep finding and posting the neatest graphs. Good jobs and thanks! :o)
Thanks for the wonderful tribute to the SeaBees, SB. My late father wasn't one - he commanded an LST during WWII - but today would have been his 78th birthday, so I'll give a cheer to all Navy personnel, no matter where they are, today.
Greetings to everyone. Thank you for your words, Tonk, on the threads where some folks tried to "dis" female members of our Armed Forces. No matter what we think of women in combat or piloting fighter planes, the bottom line is that they, like their brothers, are putting their lives at risk in serving their country, and they deserve our respect. Thank you to all in the Navy, Army, Air Force, Marines and Coast Guard. May God bless and protect you!
Ditto to that! :-)
Our canteen guys are REAL men, and they are very much appreciated. (((((hugs all around)))))
Then one cool August morning, one of the guys said Rock come on out for this. So I came out to see what it was about. One of the pilots must have been feeling frisky, and tipped his hat a little, because what happened next was awesome. From the far end of the runway he came and it was almost like he lifted his landing gear without gaining elevation till he was right on us. Then he turned that bird straight up till he was out of sight! I've never been that close, anywhere, for such a spectacular demonstration! Been to airshows a few times, but nothing has ever been like that day was, where you could actually feel the plane, from the manuever. One of those "had to be there moments" in life.
To you guys who do fly, thank-you for all that you do in defending our great country, and being a part of the greatest military ever!
In the beginning was The Plan.
And then came the Assumption.
And the Assumption was without form
And The Plan was completely without substance
And the Darkness was upon the face of the Seabees
And they spoke among themselves, saying
"It's a crock of sh*t, and it stinketh."
And the Seabees went unto their Chief's and sayeth,
"It's a pail of dung and none may abide the odor thereof."
And the Chief's went to their Company Commanders and sayeth,
"It is a container of fertilizer, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the Company Commanders went unto their Commanding Officers and sayeth,
"It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."
And the NMCB CO's went unto the Regiment and sayeth unto them,
"It promotes growth and is very powerful."
And the regiment went unto the Brigade and sayeth unto them,
"This new Plan will actively promote the growth and efficiency of the NCF."
And the Brigade looked upon The Plan and saw it was good and The Plan became POLICY.
This is how sh*t happens according to SeaBee's.
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We are only at 21 degrees at 10:21 in the morning. Yesterday morning we were iced up with blowing sleet. Wierd weather for this time of year.
Between a soldier and a Marine there stands an individual called a SeaBee.
SeaBees come in assorted sizes, shapes, and weights, but all have the same code, to enjoy every second of every hour of every day, whether at work or at play, and to protest by griping (their most beloved privilege) when issued an order.
SeaBees are found everywhere. On top of, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or more likely than not, turning to.
Mothers and sweethearts love them, fathers are proud of them, brothers look up to them, sisters admire them, airedales hate them, Company Commanders tolerate them, and Chief Petty Officers drive them.
A SeaBee is a composite. He has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-sized atomic bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of Paul Bunyan, the slyness of a violin, the enthusiasm of a firecracker, and the spirit of a fighting cock.
He likes: liberty, leave, holidays, weekends, girls, chow, beer, movies, gedunks, swimming, pin-ups, sleep, and comic books.
He isn't too hot for: duty nights, watches, taps, reveille, routine discipline, officers, drills, or secured heads.
Nobody else is so early to rise without actually wanting to get up. No other person gets so much fun out of liberty or shore patrol. No one can have so much fun on so little money.
A SeaBee is a magical creature. You can chew him out, but you can't get the work done without him. He is dirty, unpolished, unkempt, often over-bearing, and sometimes reluctant.
A SeaBee is a man of magical abilities. He can weld, build, drive, repair, and fight. He can wreck, or he can beautify. Work never scares him, nor does he ever seem to tire of it.
His motto is "Can Do", to which he has added "Has Done" and "Did". This frequently miraculous occurrence is recognized in the form of a "Well Done" by everyone from the Commanding Officer on down.
The average SeaBee is a thick-headed individual of a variety of nationalities. He won't admit it to anyone anywhere, except in the defense of his corps, that his job is the best in the Navy.
Without him, the Fleet would have nothing to gripe about, Marines would have nothing to talk about, and history would have nothing to write about.
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LOL! Yeah, tis cold ain't it! ("Colder than a witch's refrigerator!" - rephrased of course). About 15 this mornin' here in Dallas County. We woke to sleet and freezing rain yesterday morning. I went into Dallas in the afternoon and saw two accidents. The roads were generally good, actually, in the afternoon. But there were bridges and underpasses that had treacherous ice. One of the accidents happened just a few hundred yards in front of me. A black Firebird was movin' on at 70 with dry roads and then hit the underpass with MUCHO ice. I think he must have panicked when he saw the ice or something. Cars slowed in front of me. When I passed by the Firebird, he had ended up in the concrete median. After I passed by (other folks were stopping to render aid), his tire - which had come off in the accident, was still rolling down the highway. . .
I took Ming to work yesterday morning because she can't drive with the ice like that. When I picked her up, we saw an SUV upside down in the ditch on the way back! People need to learn to slow down in this mess and don't panic. . .
Me? I learned early in my driving life the keys is slowing down and giving the other folks LOTS of room. I haven't ever had a "boo-boo" on the ice yet.
A lovely tribute to the SeaBees. The Canteen always has wonderful tributes and remembrances for the heroic service personnel who enrich our lives here in the US.
'Tis a very blustery day here in the land of peaches. I need to move back to FL. I'm too old for this!
Have a terrific day, COB1. Try to stay warm.
{{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}}} to all!
Thank you, Mama Bear and Sassy!
We guys who visit the Canteen have seen some hard knocks in life and learned how to come out on the other side as better people for having been there.
We also recognize the ladies as kindred spirits who embrace the same ideals as we do - love of God, country and family.
It's not a matter of age; it's a matter of maturity.
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