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Part six – well, not much to say here.  My good friend Larry, had a good time at the clubs.

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Larry Boofante endures the blonde bombshells in brave silence….

Part 7 – Weapons trials with the Admiral

Part five – We have been looking forward to this port call ever since we left Groton. Our top guy has been telling the most tales about how great it is and how much fun we will have.  There turned out to be just one problem…our top guy turned out to be full of crap, and even worse a serious light-weight when it cam to holding his alcohol.

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Well after an intense at-sea period. Our Heroes finally get the kind of liberty they deserve, Cocoa beach!! The party began! Women, Wine Song and Various other unimaginable activities in the middle of every thing, at the exact moment when the festivities were at a fever pitch, the admiral falls asleep.

Part 6 – Larry’s brave silence

Part four – Our top guy was beginning to feel some stress, I’m sure we didn’t help matters any by constantly moving things around on him.  Thankfully, he got himself moved out of the area to go bug others.

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And as it was foretold, the king bestowed the instant knowledge upon one of us. And not a moment to soon for the rotund one was on the edge of his wits and contemplating murdering the entire clan, we all believe he suspected a conspiracy against him. At the very least, he was losing his mind.

Part 5 – The Admiral passes out

Part three, the Sonar crew is starting to think (day dream) about the upcoming visit to Port Canaveral, Fl and the clubs we have been told about.  Well, I hope that’s a daydream about Florida and not my sister.

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Daydreaming on the job..yeah, it happens.

Delusions of a class operator————

And a broad band operator————

And a PNG Operator ————-

And a WS Operator——-

Part 4 – Stressing the big guy

Part two of our story we discover that we do not have enough men qualified at the right levels to cover all of the Sonar stations.  Needless to say this causes a bit of stress among all of us.  Our “top guy” tells us that during most of the trip to Pearl Harbor, he will not be working in Sonar, but in the control room – making our shortage even worse.  Fortunately (I think) a couple guys managed to quickly, maybe too quickly, finish all the required qualifications.  Crisis averted…maybe.

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Meanwhile, we discover that only two amongst us have the prerequisite credentials to guide us through our arduous tasks. This puts neither of them in a jovial mood. The situation threatens to reach epic proportions when the more rotund of these learned individuals announces his intentions to “leave us in the lurch” for the largest segment of our journey. Fortunately, the king of the realm has the power to bestow instant knowledge on a select few of our number with a mere wave of his hand (or stroke of pen in this case).  Naturally, all the kings dukes, counts, bishops and court jester must place their blessing (and personal seal) on this holiest of parchments beforehand. more…