alisonb
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Only the brave....
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Reminds me of the time my Dad told me about traveling over to Italy on the ships with the 45th Infantry, during WW2, he said the destroyers would actually disappear from sight in the big heavy waves. Amazing footage
Dave
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Looks like 40 miles west of here on last Sunday. And it reminds me of working on a crab boat.
greybeard
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Or in the Indian Ocean. We tried to outrun an Indian Ocean typhoon in DD964 Paul F Foster in the late 70s in seas much worse than shown in that video. Don't remember which carrier we were running with, but that big ol heavy cow just kept chugging along, while the swells picked us up from behind, chunked us bow 1st into the trough, back up and over we'd go, engines racing when the screws came out of the water, and do it all again. 2 days of that crap was all I ever want to see of rough seas.dun":3ikoh7o0 said:
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alisonb
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I would sooner face a lion than something like that, I swear :shock:
It really isn;t as bad from the inside. The worst part is all of the puke that you have to not slip on. At night it is challenging getting any real sleep but you adapt. The fore and aft pitching is k but the side to side if you get caught parallel to the waves is when your pucker string gets tight.alisonb":30zsydef said:
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alisonb
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:shock: :shock:dun":2vrkv1al said:
Oh gawd, puke! Now that is really for the brave.
What is the longest storm that you had to endure Dun/GB?
inyati13
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Nice footage. As someone said above, I remember my Uncle talking about troop carriers going to Japan in WWII. They were hit by storms that twisted the structure on top side of the ships.
Somewhere around 6 days in the North Atlantic, a couple of which were taking the waves broadside. That particular storm removed a significant amount of the superstructure from the Italian liner Leonardo DiVinci.alisonb":35ij5yxu said:
greybeard
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2 days was my worst, and I never once got seasick in that typhoon, but as far as severity, and the puke factor, a little trip I made in 1976 is indelibly etched in my mind and stomach to this day. I was at PCola Fla on one of 4 harbor tugs that brought Lexington, the Navy's training carrier in and out of dock, and we were taking ours (YT 544 Atakapa) into drydock over in Biloxi for some hull work--a 60minute highway drive from Pensacola but would take several hrs on a 1947 built tug. Our cook, had caught a bunch of flounder the night before, and was set to fry a big mess of fish and hushpuppies for lunch before we would board and ride an accompanying tug back. We had pumped off all our ballast, fresh water and all the fuel except just enough to get us there and ran into a little squall about 30 minutes out of Santa Rosa Sound. That weather tossed us around like a fishing bobber on the end of a crappie rig. That boat was an old diesel electric, with an open switchboard main power system---just a bunch of dials and open knife switches, with nothing but a 2" Oak wooden rod to keep ya out of the hot terminals. Scared me to death a couple times as I got thrown back and forth--I was ch engineer and stayed down in the eng room, right by the fresh air vent for as long as I could till the bilges got so stirred up they went to smelling like a week old dead hog and I went topside. What a mess I found.
The galley was in shambles, flour, cornmeal and thawed fish all over the floor, the bugjuice dispenser got hit by something and spilled it's contents and the fantail "did have" a picnic table on it--emphasis on "did have". Also thrown overboard was a P-250 emergency de-watering pump, and the whole crew except the old Senior Chief skipper was sprawled out near the fresh air intake throwing their guts up, 'cept there was nothing left to throw up. Skipper was going to find safe harbor but I sounded the fuel tank and we didn't have enough diesel to chance any extra manuevering.
As soon as we hit the inlet leading into Biloxi, things got only a little better--everytime we met a boat, it's little wake would make us all sick as dogs again. Senior chief was up there alternating between cussin us all out and laughing his butt off. Odd thing--we tied up, slung the gangway, and the SECOND I walked on dry land, it all ceased.
We got our belongings, got on our chase boat, the squall had moved inland and we returned to Pcola on calm as glass water. Saw the pictures a few weeks later taken from our chase tug--our screw and rudder clearly visible.
That, was the one and only time I ever got seasick, but it was enough.
The galley was in shambles, flour, cornmeal and thawed fish all over the floor, the bugjuice dispenser got hit by something and spilled it's contents and the fantail "did have" a picnic table on it--emphasis on "did have". Also thrown overboard was a P-250 emergency de-watering pump, and the whole crew except the old Senior Chief skipper was sprawled out near the fresh air intake throwing their guts up, 'cept there was nothing left to throw up. Skipper was going to find safe harbor but I sounded the fuel tank and we didn't have enough diesel to chance any extra manuevering.
As soon as we hit the inlet leading into Biloxi, things got only a little better--everytime we met a boat, it's little wake would make us all sick as dogs again. Senior chief was up there alternating between cussin us all out and laughing his butt off. Odd thing--we tied up, slung the gangway, and the SECOND I walked on dry land, it all ceased.
We got our belongings, got on our chase boat, the squall had moved inland and we returned to Pcola on calm as glass water. Saw the pictures a few weeks later taken from our chase tug--our screw and rudder clearly visible.
That, was the one and only time I ever got seasick, but it was enough.
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alisonb
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I take my hat off to you guys :tiphat: , it is amazing what people can endure...in all walks of life.
