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« Reply #4 on: May 23, 2006, 07:23:09 AM » |
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As you well know, the Navy, and the military in general are really good at coming up with spur of the moment solutions to problems. The solution to one of those The Navy works in mysterious ways when selecting a ship's swimmer. The selection process was quite simple, approach a young, unsuspecting seaman apprentice fresh out of boot camp, ask him if he can swim, if he answers in the affirmative....he's it. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was on the port side, on the fantail near the quarterdeck. One of the other BM's says "...... wants to see ya." The rest is history Next thing I know, ( a month or so later ) there's a pilot in the water, instructions given "..if he still has his chute on, strike the harness firmly in the center and it will release...", next thing I know, they tie a life line on me and I'm over the side, in my dungarees, sans shoes, with a life jacket on. The pilot is incoherent, has his helmet on and his parachute, he is unable to move either of his arms, (it was later determined that when he ejected he broke both of his collarbones), after trying unsuccessfully to strike firmly in the center, we, the pilot and I came along side, tried to cut shroud lines with the "K-Bar" knife that was handed to me just before I went over the side, didn't work, removed my life line and tied it around the pilot's torso, under his arms, as the suction got stronger it got more difficult to keep his head up, about that time an ensign bailed over the rail and cut the line that was attached to him and he immediately went under. I don't remember his name, but the engineering officer at the time put on the shallow water diving gear and retrieved the body, then spent quite some time getting the 'chute out of the grating over the intake. There was, of course, an official inquiry, it was determined that the procedure for coming along side a downed pilot needed to be revised as the intakes on a DLG were in a different location than on a conventional destroyer, also that the parachute harness was of a newer design, pinch releases in four locations, two near the arm pits and two just below the waist. Further that putting a person in the water under those circumstances with no training was not too smart. I got a double shot of brandy from sick bay with the X.O., a bright pink honest to goodness shroud knife, which I still have, and nightmares for the next 30 years. The first bit of "equipment" I received was a couple of old dried out, mostly rotten, green rubber, surplus dry suits. Finally after awhile I finally did get some fins, a real wet suit, a good shroud cutter and some rudimentary training at North Island Naval Air Station in what would eventually become the rescue swimmer program that is so highly thought of today. I received my training from a Chief named Bill Oxendine, as I recall he was a Cherokee Indian. He spent a lot of years on sea plane tenders before becoming an instructor. Gary Hamlet SN W.D. Div. USS King DLG-10 October, 1961--April, 1965
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