In Obtuse Memory and Honor of John Paul Jones: a letter to Naval Academy classmates

Tuesday, June 9th, 2015

Disclaimer: contains references to time and jargon long past.

We just elected our board of directors for the local alumni chapter with representation ranging from the classes of 1974 to 2010 (I can hear the the clacking footsteps of the Grim Reaper chopping down the passageway near the mate’s desk) including grads from 80, 81, 87, 93, 08. Such a gathering divides the brigade into interesting demographics such as all-male Academy or the University of Navy; summer cruise destinations; mile run or not; steam vs gas turbine; Isherwood and Melville Halls; June Week or Commissioning Week.

Do you recall that as President Richard Nixon delivered our diplomas on that stage in the stadium and that the custom at the time was for each acknowledged company to offer a worthy collective comment. I remember that one company threw cassette tapes into the air. When 23rd was announced, only soon to be Ensign David Sharpe arose and clapped insincerely.

Related to 1971 graduation, I remember the stern warning issued to the Brigade by Admiral Coogan, Commandant, that ‘if you did not like the cut of a man’s jib, then you are obligated to tell him so in person.’ He referred to the standing-boo that Rolio Golez, 23rd company, received from the Brigade at his graduation in June 1970. Mr. Golez, Brigade Boxing Champion for 4 years, heads the PI Alumni Association Chapter. From the self-promotion at his Wikipedia site, I’m trusting the wisdom of the Brigade.

As our alumni chapter alums relayed vague memories of the final days on Severn River, I mentioned the good deal / red ass of completing exams then heading home for leave…then heading back for June Week. The collective response was, “we didn’t have leave after exams, we had Dead Week.” D E A D W E E K !!!! I exclaimed. I had not thought of or heard of that term in ding ding ding 46 years. Hell on the Hudson! D E A D W E E K !!!! Then the untagged valve of related memories, which hadn’t seen a PMS check in 4.5+ decades, unwound and out drained recollections of Drag Houses, June Week rentals, girls from Hood College, ladies from New Jersey, Wagon Wheel Restaurant, a locker somewhere in some wing of Bancroft Hall where we were supposed to stow our gear for the summer, the smell of starched TWLs, the eyeball liberty in T-Court of the drags dressed for spring near the cannons behind the Brigade Staff at formation, the p-rades for the tax-payers, the Ring Dance and the incremental, nearly contrary to every theory of relativity, the seemingly reverse passage of time. June Week was like the First Circle of Hell. Get me out of here. D E A D W E E K !!!!

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BTW, Yorke Warden, at the end of Youngster Year, tried to fake-out the ‘stow your gear for summer movement order’ and sent all of his clothing and uniforms to the laundry & TSP on the final day in the halls. This is not an HO. His laundry bag occupied nearly the entire two man desk. Clever was he until the return of the Brigade in September, his gear was nowhere to be found nor delivered. He had to submit a long, lost laundry chit where he was invited to the laundry facility outside of the Yard where he was able to introduce himself to the OiC at the Laundry who wanted to meet this wise-ass. Yorke got all of his gear back.

I’m still talking about D E A D W E E K: Mary Nadolski set me up with Betsy Walters of Hood College during this June Week just before second class summer. She was great and we had a great time at some drag house on the other side of town, Eastport or such, which was like a set of islands that one only heard about but never actually saw because the only transportation we had was on foot and usually up and down West Street.

Unfortunately, town libs ended at midnight for Youngsters and we were on the other side of town at about 11:45. Making muster looked highly improbable. Plus, we were drunk. I also recall that Bob Fretz was one of my running mates for this escapade which is odd because Bob and I never hung-out. We got to the center of town near the sailboats and before that market was built, realizing that All Head 2/3 was insufficient and that more steam was needed. We still weren’t going to make it back to the third wing in time. A green, Oldsmobile 442 pulled up with an upperclass mid at the helm offering our crew a ride back to the halls. Piling into his car, he navigated around State Circle, down Maryland Avenue to King George’s Street. As we turned right on King George’s Street, the road was a sea of red tail-lights making little headway. We’re were definitely not going to make it back to the Halls in time. Editor’s note: I had just been fried 50 and served my 10 tours for returning late from DC one Saturday evening. ’50 more’ I thought and suddenly dear Betsy didn’t seem as attractive as she did about 3 beers ago.

We tacked down King George Street only fast enough to maintain headway. We were going to be fried. Without encouragement or question, our upperclass helmsman/OOD, executed a sudden left rudder, right rudder maneuver that put the Oldsmobile 442 in the opposite lane of traffic, heading down the up lane or driving on the side of the road that would have seemed familiar to every British driver. Then he punched it i.e. all ahead full; the four barrels of the 400 jumped on-line and we began to pass the other vehicles in their stationery queue. We could not believe his audacity; we were thrilled; we were wide-eyed as we arrived at the head of the line. The Jimmy Legs waved us in; we motored to the entrance near the Mid-Store and scrambled up the ladders to the company area in time for John Goodrich or George Fessler or other naval hero to mark us present for muster. I don’t know how Betsy got home, although we did continue to date so she didn’t run-off with the knight in the 442.

To this day, when I think of bold action, taking a risk, the foolish courage of youth and He Who Will Not Risk, Shall Not Win, I smile in the fondest recollection of that unknown, unmasked man flying down King George Street.

Best for Memorial Day. Let’s remember all of those who’ve gone before us who, in little and large ways, helped us get to where we all needed to be.

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US Naval Academy Alumni Association Leadership Series

Wednesday, November 13th, 2013

Last night, 11/12/13, we joined with the local US Military Academy alumni to welcome Casey Carroll to hear his perspective on leadership. Casey is in his second year at Duke’s Fuqua School of Business. A better described and more complete bio can be read here: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/more/news/20130510/casey-carroll-duke-lacrosse.ap/

Our audience last night included lacrosse players and parents from Durham and Chapel Hill. In a way, his remarks appealed to them as much or more than they may have to the nodding heads of the Navy types gathered. Casey enlisted in the Army motivated by the combat death of another Duke lax player, Jimmy Regan. After serving 4 tours in combat, Casey returned to Duke for his MBA where he qualified for a year of lacrosse due to the time lost as a result of the infamous lacrosse scandal in 2006.

His remarks were thorough and brief. He recited how lessons of youth, at his father’s knee nearly, served him well preparing others for combat. Casey suggested to the high schoolers in the audience that bluster is not the mark of leadership, credibility and authenticity are. His preferred leader is competent and genuine. And these traits are not gifts but the results of consistent, personal initiative. These attributes apply to winning a national athletic championship, directing soldiers in combat or working in teams in business school.

Privileged were we for the benefit of this man’s experience. As Casey recited, “We Few, We Happy Few..”

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USNA AA NC Triangle Chapter’s 1st annual meeting of past Presidents

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

Brandon Kot 87, Helmuts Fiefs ’66, Bill Gautier ’67, Christopher Perrien ’74, John Scott ’66, Jeff Truitt ’93 present and accounted for. Intent of gathering, on a near perfect spring evening at the Umstead Hotel in Cary, NC, was to welcome Jeff to his position as the CO of the Chapter and share pass-down log entries.

RTP Alumni Chapter welcoming USNA Superintendent

Friday, October 15th, 2010

The United States Naval Academy Alumni Association, RTP Chapter, requests your presence for cocktails and dinner in order to welcome the Superintendent of the Naval Academy, Vice Admiral Michael Miller, USN. Vice Admiral Miller’s bio may be found here: http://www.navy.mil/navydata/bios/navybio.asp?bioID=215

Distinguished guests accompanying Vice Admiral Miller will be Chet Gladchuk, Athletic Director, and Byron Marchant, USNA Alumni Association President.

In partnership with the Prestonwood Country Club, our evening program will consist of a cocktail hour, Coastal Carolina buffet and a discussion with the Superintendent. On Saturday 6 November, we’ll join the Superintendent in Greenville, NC for the Navy vs ECU football game (tickets available separately).

DATE: Friday, 5 November 2010
LOCATION: Prestonwood Country Club • Cary, NC
TIME: Form-up at 1830 for cash-bar cocktail hour; seats at 1930
DRESS: Semi-formal (jacket for gentlemen)

Please register as soon as convenient as seating must be limited to 100.
For additional information, please contact Chapter President, Christopher Perrien, ibmchris@mac.com