Excerpts:
"Winter sports seasons were in full swing, and in Brigade Boxing classmates Roy Golez (127 lbs) and Corky Peck (155 lbs) both won Brigade championships. The rest of you were just lucky that your Firstie didn’t win the heavyweight Brigade championship as mine did!"
"As for elected officials
Russ Hauck was mayor of Altamonte Springs, FL, from 1999 to 2008, Bob Baker is a sitting Council Member in San Clemente, CA, Dan Ellison is a City Commissioner of Helena, MT, and I was vice mayor of Falls Church, VA. Also, Roy Golez has served the Republic of the Philippines as Post- master General, National Security Advisor and as such a member of the Cabinet, and six-term Congressman. Eloy Bermudes was elected a Senator in Guam. But, damn, we had only one U.S. Congressman (Ron Machtley from Rhode Island), so let’s get to it, guys!"
Russ Hauck was mayor of Altamonte Springs, FL, from 1999 to 2008, Bob Baker is a sitting Council Member in San Clemente, CA, Dan Ellison is a City Commissioner of Helena, MT, and I was vice mayor of Falls Church, VA. Also, Roy Golez has served the Republic of the Philippines as Post- master General, National Security Advisor and as such a member of the Cabinet, and six-term Congressman. Eloy Bermudes was elected a Senator in Guam. But, damn, we had only one U.S. Congressman (Ron Machtley from Rhode Island), so let’s get to it, guys!"
"And then there were some “intangible” gifts from our classmates: Roy Golez designed our class crest, and Chip Lancaster designed the now-ubiquitous head-and-shoulders Bill the Goat logo that graces much of what the Naval Academy Athletic Association publishes."
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IPREFACE
t all started on 29 June 1966. We
came for a variety of reasons. Some
were living out their legacy; some just wanted an education; some wanted adventure; some liked the uniforms; some wanted to y; some wanted to serve their country; others wanted to avoid the draft. For whatever reason, 1337 ( joined by two others who had been prior midshipmen) raised our right hands in Tecumseh Court and swore the oath of a U.S. Navy Mid- shipman. During the course of our four years on the Severn, eight others were “turned back” into our class and eight of our number were “turned back” into the class of 1971. Geo Francis and Bob Yager both passed away while we were Mids.
Most came directly from high school and some from fancy prep schools, although a wide sprinkling of new Plebes had prior college experi- ence or service in the eet as White Hats or Marines. Most of the latter 93 (of whom 72% were sailors, and 28% were Marines) served a year in purgatory at the vaunted Naval Academy Prep School, at that time located in Bainbridge, Maryland. We still wonder if the “urban legend” is true about the Mom who dropped her son o at the Library Assembly Area to register and then trotted around to the Main O ce to inquire as to where she would sleep.
Records show that the summer of 1966 was the second hottest in the Annapolis area in the last 50 years. Perhaps that explains our tremendous
were living out their legacy; some just wanted an education; some wanted adventure; some liked the uniforms; some wanted to y; some wanted to serve their country; others wanted to avoid the draft. For whatever reason, 1337 ( joined by two others who had been prior midshipmen) raised our right hands in Tecumseh Court and swore the oath of a U.S. Navy Mid- shipman. During the course of our four years on the Severn, eight others were “turned back” into our class and eight of our number were “turned back” into the class of 1971. Geo Francis and Bob Yager both passed away while we were Mids.
Most came directly from high school and some from fancy prep schools, although a wide sprinkling of new Plebes had prior college experi- ence or service in the eet as White Hats or Marines. Most of the latter 93 (of whom 72% were sailors, and 28% were Marines) served a year in purgatory at the vaunted Naval Academy Prep School, at that time located in Bainbridge, Maryland. We still wonder if the “urban legend” is true about the Mom who dropped her son o at the Library Assembly Area to register and then trotted around to the Main O ce to inquire as to where she would sleep.
Records show that the summer of 1966 was the second hottest in the Annapolis area in the last 50 years. Perhaps that explains our tremendous
dropout rate. One company experi-
enced attrition approaching 50%. But
we did have points of pleasure. Who
could forget the awful, 1950s West-
ern shown to us one night? While
the movie itself was forgettable, the
phrase “Let’s ride!” was repeated
throughout the ick, almost as a
catchphrase. So, for that Plebe Sum-
mer at least, “Let’s ride!” became like a
motto (funny how it never came to be
included in Reef Points!). en there
were half a dozen heavy-duty lectures,
unerringly occurring on evenings after
a heavy evening meal, at which some
90% of us were lulled into dream-
land. However, we were so polite our
erstwhile guest lecturer never sus-
pected the somnolent e ect he had
had on us, especially when he regaled
in the standing ovation he received
afterward, never suspecting that our
belated over-ebullience was in part an
appreciative response for our being
able to catch up on our ZZZs. And
who can forget the tormenting song
“ Teach Me, Tiger” coming from the Second Class Squad Leaders’ rooms?
Meanwhile back in the real world, also on June 29 the U.S. began bomb- ing Hanoi and Haiphong in the Vietnam War and the following day future world boxing champ Mike Tyson was born. On July 18 Gemini 10 was launched; on July 28 the U.S. announced that a U2 spy plane was lost over Cuba; on August 1 a sniper killed 13 students from the bell tower at the center of the University of Texas; and on August 13 the Cultural Revolution was launched in Commu- nist China. Despite our best hopes, the world was going on without us.
“ Teach Me, Tiger” coming from the Second Class Squad Leaders’ rooms?
Meanwhile back in the real world, also on June 29 the U.S. began bomb- ing Hanoi and Haiphong in the Vietnam War and the following day future world boxing champ Mike Tyson was born. On July 18 Gemini 10 was launched; on July 28 the U.S. announced that a U2 spy plane was lost over Cuba; on August 1 a sniper killed 13 students from the bell tower at the center of the University of Texas; and on August 13 the Cultural Revolution was launched in Commu- nist China. Despite our best hopes, the world was going on without us.
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IPLEBE YEAR
t was during Plebe Summer that
our class developed its special relationship with the most outstand- ing leaders of the class of 1968 who constituted our summer Squad Lead- ers. While obviously some were more than forgettable, most were the kind of leaders we would seek to emulate. Perhaps this happens with every class, and perhaps this is why even- numbered classes are more “alike” with other even numbered classes, and odd with odd. In any event, many times those summer Squad Leaders would be the rst to “spoon” us Plebes upon the Brigade’s return; and in some, we found lifelong friends and mentors. One individual from the aforemen- tioned class of ’68 is unforgettable, especially for those forlorn classmates in the 5th Battalion. is is one Jim Webb. Mr. Webb, all too often, would volunteer to run the Plebes’ extra duty in our batt. Most likely, you would end up with more demerits at the end of his high-volume inspections than you were running o that day. Added to that was the fact that while we were in gym gear (or sweat suits over gym gear) and our erstwhile ED leader was in full combat regalia, he still ran us all into the ground. It was most, most memorable! Mr. Webb, as we are all very aware, went on to become a highly-decorated Marine Corps o cer in Vietnam, a Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Secretary of the Navy, and now the senior U.S. Senator from Virginia.
We learned how to stand watches in Bancroft Hall. Always the “Mate” at this point in our military evolution, we learned punctuality, responsibility, and judgment – when to follow the letter of the rules and when to allow things to slide a bit. We got used to the routine, the gut-grinding routine: constant accountability – not only
t was during Plebe Summer that
our class developed its special relationship with the most outstand- ing leaders of the class of 1968 who constituted our summer Squad Lead- ers. While obviously some were more than forgettable, most were the kind of leaders we would seek to emulate. Perhaps this happens with every class, and perhaps this is why even- numbered classes are more “alike” with other even numbered classes, and odd with odd. In any event, many times those summer Squad Leaders would be the rst to “spoon” us Plebes upon the Brigade’s return; and in some, we found lifelong friends and mentors. One individual from the aforemen- tioned class of ’68 is unforgettable, especially for those forlorn classmates in the 5th Battalion. is is one Jim Webb. Mr. Webb, all too often, would volunteer to run the Plebes’ extra duty in our batt. Most likely, you would end up with more demerits at the end of his high-volume inspections than you were running o that day. Added to that was the fact that while we were in gym gear (or sweat suits over gym gear) and our erstwhile ED leader was in full combat regalia, he still ran us all into the ground. It was most, most memorable! Mr. Webb, as we are all very aware, went on to become a highly-decorated Marine Corps o cer in Vietnam, a Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Secretary of the Navy, and now the senior U.S. Senator from Virginia.
We learned how to stand watches in Bancroft Hall. Always the “Mate” at this point in our military evolution, we learned punctuality, responsibility, and judgment – when to follow the letter of the rules and when to allow things to slide a bit. We got used to the routine, the gut-grinding routine: constant accountability – not only
always where you were supposed to
be, but always on time, in the right
uniform, and squared away. You
got used to weekly haircuts, weekly
laundry bags, and later on in the year,
weekly trips to the Academy dry
cleaners. Tony Watson was elected
our rst class president in August
1966 and re-elected a year later. He
was replaced by Pat McGahan our
last two years. anks to you both for
stepping up to the plate.
Parents Weekend came way too late and the Brigade seemingly arrived way too early. Attrition continued apace. Challenges like Plebe chemistry (for many of us) proceeded to out- strip our comprehension and in many companies, if you were “Sat” after the rst 8-week grading period, then you were “ bagging it” as a Plebe and you were in trouble. Some of us skated by that challenge as it was obvious that it was not in our quiver to have an un-Sat CUM; but for others, it was certain and expected. Football season took some pressure o , but frankly, guys, the Big Blue had only one win- ning season in our four years by the Bay and only once did we beat Army (Youngster year). But pep rallies prior to each game broke up our routine and gave us a channel for our abun- dant energies and tremendous class spirit. In fact, the huge Farragut Field bon re before the Army game Plebe Year enabled some of us to meet ABC sportscaster Jim McKay.
Our world was more controlled by “come arounds” than by academ- ics. Our Firsties, the erstwhile class of ’67, were determined that our class – by God! – was going to have a “Real Plebe Year.” Accordingly, most of us were in the best shape of our young lives. Who among your civil- ian friends believed that you could change your complete uniform (com- plete with “soap” and shower), all in
Parents Weekend came way too late and the Brigade seemingly arrived way too early. Attrition continued apace. Challenges like Plebe chemistry (for many of us) proceeded to out- strip our comprehension and in many companies, if you were “Sat” after the rst 8-week grading period, then you were “ bagging it” as a Plebe and you were in trouble. Some of us skated by that challenge as it was obvious that it was not in our quiver to have an un-Sat CUM; but for others, it was certain and expected. Football season took some pressure o , but frankly, guys, the Big Blue had only one win- ning season in our four years by the Bay and only once did we beat Army (Youngster year). But pep rallies prior to each game broke up our routine and gave us a channel for our abun- dant energies and tremendous class spirit. In fact, the huge Farragut Field bon re before the Army game Plebe Year enabled some of us to meet ABC sportscaster Jim McKay.
Our world was more controlled by “come arounds” than by academ- ics. Our Firsties, the erstwhile class of ’67, were determined that our class – by God! – was going to have a “Real Plebe Year.” Accordingly, most of us were in the best shape of our young lives. Who among your civil- ian friends believed that you could change your complete uniform (com- plete with “soap” and shower), all in
ve minutes? How did you explain
to them that “carrier landings” could
not only be done in a dormitory but
were really kind of fun? Or “water
skiing?” Memories were sharpened,
not so much by the ubiquitous “chow
calls” but by the imperative knowl-
edge of our “Plebe rates” which could
be required of us to be spit out at any
time. Such memorization of trivia,
we learned in retrospect, was valu-
able in remembering the operational
parameters of our ship while we were
operating under great stress. After
all, isn’t the purpose of having a “real”
Plebe Year to weed out those who
cannot handle stress? Are they able to
do that today in Bancroft Hall?
For most of us, the rst time we ever got away from Annapolis was the Notre Dame football game in Phila- delphia in mid-October. Some met their “grease girl” there for a few hours of bliss, while other, less-enlightened classmates over-indulged in the long- denied “fruit of the vine.” Of course, we didn’t win the game, but we won the party anyway – you can be sure of that.
Fall intramurals kept many of us busy. ere was company volleyball and soccer; moreover, there was bat- talion football, basketball, boxing, crew, cross country, fencing, hand- ball, squash, swimming, tennis, and wrestling (whew!). Few Plebes had as much pleasure as those of us who
For most of us, the rst time we ever got away from Annapolis was the Notre Dame football game in Phila- delphia in mid-October. Some met their “grease girl” there for a few hours of bliss, while other, less-enlightened classmates over-indulged in the long- denied “fruit of the vine.” Of course, we didn’t win the game, but we won the party anyway – you can be sure of that.
Fall intramurals kept many of us busy. ere was company volleyball and soccer; moreover, there was bat- talion football, basketball, boxing, crew, cross country, fencing, hand- ball, squash, swimming, tennis, and wrestling (whew!). Few Plebes had as much pleasure as those of us who
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could tackle their company’s upper-
classmen while playing linebacker
on our batt football team! Being a
member of a singing group – either
the Glee Club, with its heavy travel
schedule, or one of the three church
choirs – kept many of us busy and
entertained (not to mention the
fun- lled exchange visits with the
corresponding choirs of certain girls’
schools). Masqueraders and other
such activities also provided alterna-
tives to a constant menu of sports.
Meanwhile, the world was con- tinuing apace: On October 6 Bobby Seale and Huey Newton founded the Black Panther Party; on October 16 Grace Slick performed live for the rst time with Je erson Airplane; on October 21 Congress approved the AFL-NFL merger; and on Octo-
ber 21 NATO moved its HQ from Paris to Brussels.
anksgiving came and went in a ash. For classmates with families within a few hours’ driving time, this was an opportunity to take room- mates and favored company-mates to the abode for a home-cooked meal. Most mothers “tsk tsked” at how much weight we’d lost, how polite we all were (what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her), and how much chow we could pack away. e bravest and “ratiest” among us took doggie bags back to Mother B.
e world still didn’t stop with- out our involvement: On November 8 Ronald Reagan was elected Gover- nor of California; on November 15 Gemini 12 ( James Lovell and Buzz Aldrin) splashed down safely; and on November 24 the Beatles began recording sessions for their landmark Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album.
Army handed us a 20-7 loss, dashing our dreams of carry-on and dictating a 4-6 record for the
Meanwhile, the world was con- tinuing apace: On October 6 Bobby Seale and Huey Newton founded the Black Panther Party; on October 16 Grace Slick performed live for the rst time with Je erson Airplane; on October 21 Congress approved the AFL-NFL merger; and on Octo-
ber 21 NATO moved its HQ from Paris to Brussels.
anksgiving came and went in a ash. For classmates with families within a few hours’ driving time, this was an opportunity to take room- mates and favored company-mates to the abode for a home-cooked meal. Most mothers “tsk tsked” at how much weight we’d lost, how polite we all were (what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her), and how much chow we could pack away. e bravest and “ratiest” among us took doggie bags back to Mother B.
e world still didn’t stop with- out our involvement: On November 8 Ronald Reagan was elected Gover- nor of California; on November 15 Gemini 12 ( James Lovell and Buzz Aldrin) splashed down safely; and on November 24 the Beatles began recording sessions for their landmark Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album.
Army handed us a 20-7 loss, dashing our dreams of carry-on and dictating a 4-6 record for the
football season. But
once again we enjoyed
a rare liberty in the
City of Brotherly Love.
And when we returned
to Mother B, although
we didn’t get “carry-
on-until-Christmas”
for beating Army, we
did get something.
Apparently some Congressman, worried that Plebe “hazing” was preventing us from excelling in the classroom, conducted an experiment to prove his case. During the experiment, we were not required to “chop” in Mother B, and the upperclassmen were not allowed to make us “drop for 70” (so they had us drop for 10... seven times). After this experiment ended, our academic achievement was analyzed and... true to an emerging class tradition of not exactly doing what was expected of us... our grades had dropped.
Despite the omnipresent bur- dens of Plebe rates and continuing academic struggles, planning for Christmas Leave took center stage, but little thought was given to the inescapable reality that three weeks after our return, nals would be upon us! Meanwhile, given the change from First Set stripers to the Second Set, all of us had the pleasure of break- ing in new Squad Leaders. Geesh, will all this work never end? I guess someone had to do it; if we couldn’t whip those new leaders into shape, who could? Cold weather arrived, and window closing duty was sprung upon us. Didn’t you just love it when some jerks, who knew you would be helping them out in the dead of night to ensure they didn’t freeze to death, would still set booby traps for you? (But didn’t you also love it when the same guys came back from weekend liberty to nd their rooms strung like
Apparently some Congressman, worried that Plebe “hazing” was preventing us from excelling in the classroom, conducted an experiment to prove his case. During the experiment, we were not required to “chop” in Mother B, and the upperclassmen were not allowed to make us “drop for 70” (so they had us drop for 10... seven times). After this experiment ended, our academic achievement was analyzed and... true to an emerging class tradition of not exactly doing what was expected of us... our grades had dropped.
Despite the omnipresent bur- dens of Plebe rates and continuing academic struggles, planning for Christmas Leave took center stage, but little thought was given to the inescapable reality that three weeks after our return, nals would be upon us! Meanwhile, given the change from First Set stripers to the Second Set, all of us had the pleasure of break- ing in new Squad Leaders. Geesh, will all this work never end? I guess someone had to do it; if we couldn’t whip those new leaders into shape, who could? Cold weather arrived, and window closing duty was sprung upon us. Didn’t you just love it when some jerks, who knew you would be helping them out in the dead of night to ensure they didn’t freeze to death, would still set booby traps for you? (But didn’t you also love it when the same guys came back from weekend liberty to nd their rooms strung like
spider webs or lled to the brim with
empty milk cartons?)
Christmas Leave was a much- appreciated and deserved treat. Time with our families was important, but time with our old high school bud- dies made us more proud than ever that we had gone to the Academy and that we had so far made it through almost half of Plebe Year. Talking with our “civilian” contemporaries crystallized our thinking of why we were there (although some of our classmates made the decision dur- ing this hiatus that Navy was not the place for them) and reassured us that what we were doing was important and was really what we wanted to do. In contrast, many high school chums were seemingly adrift, and our being well grounded as future o cers gave us reassurance and comfort. Upon our return to the Hall, we signed a new form for the rst time: the one that swore we had not gotten married. How many of us asked ourselves the question, “ Where else in the world do they require you to sign such
a document?” Elsewhere, on January 4 e
Doors’ self-titled debut album was released; on January 6 USMC and ARVN troops launched Operation Deckhouse Five in the Mekong River Delta; on January 15 the Green Bay Packers defeated the Kansas City Chiefs 35–10 in Super Bowl I; on January 27 Apollo 1 U.S. astronauts
Christmas Leave was a much- appreciated and deserved treat. Time with our families was important, but time with our old high school bud- dies made us more proud than ever that we had gone to the Academy and that we had so far made it through almost half of Plebe Year. Talking with our “civilian” contemporaries crystallized our thinking of why we were there (although some of our classmates made the decision dur- ing this hiatus that Navy was not the place for them) and reassured us that what we were doing was important and was really what we wanted to do. In contrast, many high school chums were seemingly adrift, and our being well grounded as future o cers gave us reassurance and comfort. Upon our return to the Hall, we signed a new form for the rst time: the one that swore we had not gotten married. How many of us asked ourselves the question, “ Where else in the world do they require you to sign such
a document?” Elsewhere, on January 4 e
Doors’ self-titled debut album was released; on January 6 USMC and ARVN troops launched Operation Deckhouse Five in the Mekong River Delta; on January 15 the Green Bay Packers defeated the Kansas City Chiefs 35–10 in Super Bowl I; on January 27 Apollo 1 U.S. astronauts
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Gus Grissom, Edward White, and
Roger Cha ee were killed when re broke out in their spacecraft during a launch pad test; and on February 10 the 25th Amendment to the Consti- tution (presidential succession and disability) was rati ed.
e Class of ’70 entered its rst “Dark Ages” and Plebe rooms were over owing with murmurs of prayers to help us pass our rst nals and to hasten the advent of Spring. We engaged for the rst time in the ritual of paying homage to Tecum- seh, the “god of 2.0” by reverently tossing pennies to his statue on the way to our nal exams. Winter sports seasons were in full swing, and in Brigade Boxing classmates Roy Golez (127 lbs) and Corky Peck (155 lbs) both won Brigade cham- pionships. e rest of you were just lucky that your Firstie didn’t win the heavyweight Brigade championship as mine did! Company sports like basketball, eldball, and both light- and heavyweight football occupied much of our time and provided a way to gain respect from the upper class in our company. Battalion handball and squash rounded out winter intramurals.
In late February the class of ’67’s Hundredth Night occurred, at which time we changed places with our Firsties for a day. Some brilliant classmates somehow rewired Bancroft Hall’s reveille bells to begin ringing incessantly at 0400, just as many of us were in our Firsties’ rooms setting booby-traps and making mischief. It was fun having the person who had been tormenting us for the past few months come around to us! However, we were ever-mindful of the fact that once the day was over, the shoe would be back on the other foot. As a lonely Plebe, somewhat depressed and missing home,
Roger Cha ee were killed when re broke out in their spacecraft during a launch pad test; and on February 10 the 25th Amendment to the Consti- tution (presidential succession and disability) was rati ed.
e Class of ’70 entered its rst “Dark Ages” and Plebe rooms were over owing with murmurs of prayers to help us pass our rst nals and to hasten the advent of Spring. We engaged for the rst time in the ritual of paying homage to Tecum- seh, the “god of 2.0” by reverently tossing pennies to his statue on the way to our nal exams. Winter sports seasons were in full swing, and in Brigade Boxing classmates Roy Golez (127 lbs) and Corky Peck (155 lbs) both won Brigade cham- pionships. e rest of you were just lucky that your Firstie didn’t win the heavyweight Brigade championship as mine did! Company sports like basketball, eldball, and both light- and heavyweight football occupied much of our time and provided a way to gain respect from the upper class in our company. Battalion handball and squash rounded out winter intramurals.
In late February the class of ’67’s Hundredth Night occurred, at which time we changed places with our Firsties for a day. Some brilliant classmates somehow rewired Bancroft Hall’s reveille bells to begin ringing incessantly at 0400, just as many of us were in our Firsties’ rooms setting booby-traps and making mischief. It was fun having the person who had been tormenting us for the past few months come around to us! However, we were ever-mindful of the fact that once the day was over, the shoe would be back on the other foot. As a lonely Plebe, somewhat depressed and missing home,
classmate Terry Bidnick once took a
walk, alone, on a rather dreary Satur-
day night. In those days, there was a
limit as to how far Plebes could wan-
der. But Terry, being the adventurous
sort, went up West Street as far as he
could go. As he started to turn around
and come back to Mother Bancroft,
he saw a black and dirty-gold mongrel
dog that looked as forlorn as Terry
felt. He called the dog over and petted
him for a while. e dog seemed to
really appreciate the attention, and as
Terry said “Goodbye” to the mutt and
headed back to the academy, the dog
followed him. Terry was concerned
about the dog straying too far from
home, if it indeed had a home; but try
as he might, the dog wouldn’t listen
to reason and kept following him...
all the way back to the Academy. e
dog followed Terry right up to the
door of Bancroft Hall, and had a sad
look on its face when he closed the
door behind him. Dodo (how he got
that name has been lost to history)
became a member of the Class of
1970 and was ubiquitous throughout
the Yard. Whether it be in our rooms,
class, the latest lecture, or a hot new
movie in town, Dodo was there with
the inherent nonchalance of a Mid.
During football games he would
be on the sidelines sporting a “Bite
Army” blanket.
After graduation, we lost track of Dodo. Shipmate reported that he passed away in March, 1971, perhaps from a broken heart, realizing that his classmates (as he clearly was a mem- ber of the Class of ’70) had all joined the Fleet and wouldn’t be coming back. Shipmate went on to say, “It was quite evident that he was meant to lead the life of a Midshipman.” (Like some of us?) It’s a safe bet that he is now watching ESPN and rooting for Navy from doggie heaven.
We studied our signal ags and our Morse Code for the mandatory signals exam. Any intentions we had to blow this evolution o was miti- gated by the word that June Week watches would be assigned depending on our scores on this test as compared to our classmates.
We attended a half-dozen Sunday “tea ghts” in Dahlgren Hall at which time each one of us hapless denizens of the Plebe ranks was (blindly) xed up for the afternoon with a female companion for an afternoon of danc- ing, conversation, and punch. Most were memorable a airs; some were
After graduation, we lost track of Dodo. Shipmate reported that he passed away in March, 1971, perhaps from a broken heart, realizing that his classmates (as he clearly was a mem- ber of the Class of ’70) had all joined the Fleet and wouldn’t be coming back. Shipmate went on to say, “It was quite evident that he was meant to lead the life of a Midshipman.” (Like some of us?) It’s a safe bet that he is now watching ESPN and rooting for Navy from doggie heaven.
We studied our signal ags and our Morse Code for the mandatory signals exam. Any intentions we had to blow this evolution o was miti- gated by the word that June Week watches would be assigned depending on our scores on this test as compared to our classmates.
We attended a half-dozen Sunday “tea ghts” in Dahlgren Hall at which time each one of us hapless denizens of the Plebe ranks was (blindly) xed up for the afternoon with a female companion for an afternoon of danc- ing, conversation, and punch. Most were memorable a airs; some were
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even pleasurable; others were... well,
best forgotten. It was at a tea ght that
most of us saw a mini-skirt for the
rst time in person. Some of us won
pool bets as to who would be matched
with the least attractive partner.
Spring sports ensued and once again (for the eighth straight year), Navy won the national lacrosse championship, while all other Spring varsity sports teams had a winning record. Weekly P-rades commenced and boy were we glad if we could legitimately avoid those evolu- tions due to membership on a Plebe interscholastic sports team or were involved with Big Blue’s spring prac- tice. Some of us took up where we left o Plebe summer and checked out a knockabout on weekends. It was just a shame that we still couldn’t take a member of the female per- suasion out with us. During come arounds we’d hear songs on upper class radios that were intriguing but unknown, as we couldn’t even ask about them (since we didn’t have the privilege of even listening to a radio). “Cherish” by the Association is one such song that comes to mind. Spring intramurals intensi ed competition within the Brigade. In addition to both slow- and fast-pitch softball there was company knockabout rac- ing (who knew?). Additionally, those of us not involved in varsity sports played battalion gymnastics, lacrosse, rugby (did you know that over 20% of current Mids playing inter- scholastic rugby become physically unquali ed to be commissioned?), squash, tennis, track, volleyball, water polo, and weightlifting.
Spring Break came and went, and those of us who were lucky enough to have a young lady with whom to spend this time clearly didn’t want to return to Mother B. Spring was also the time we realized we had to bear
Spring sports ensued and once again (for the eighth straight year), Navy won the national lacrosse championship, while all other Spring varsity sports teams had a winning record. Weekly P-rades commenced and boy were we glad if we could legitimately avoid those evolu- tions due to membership on a Plebe interscholastic sports team or were involved with Big Blue’s spring prac- tice. Some of us took up where we left o Plebe summer and checked out a knockabout on weekends. It was just a shame that we still couldn’t take a member of the female per- suasion out with us. During come arounds we’d hear songs on upper class radios that were intriguing but unknown, as we couldn’t even ask about them (since we didn’t have the privilege of even listening to a radio). “Cherish” by the Association is one such song that comes to mind. Spring intramurals intensi ed competition within the Brigade. In addition to both slow- and fast-pitch softball there was company knockabout rac- ing (who knew?). Additionally, those of us not involved in varsity sports played battalion gymnastics, lacrosse, rugby (did you know that over 20% of current Mids playing inter- scholastic rugby become physically unquali ed to be commissioned?), squash, tennis, track, volleyball, water polo, and weightlifting.
Spring Break came and went, and those of us who were lucky enough to have a young lady with whom to spend this time clearly didn’t want to return to Mother B. Spring was also the time we realized we had to bear
down on academics so as to obviate a
visit to the Academic Board. Some of
us non-technical types realized that as
long as we avoided any “F”s we would
be spared that travail, but the Acad-
emy insisted we major in engineering.
What an antiquated concept! How-
ever, warmer weather made it harder
and harder to concentrate on such a
mundane thing as studying – after all,
Annapolis is indeed the most beauti-
ful town in the country in the Spring.
But some of us couldn’t even take
advantage of the red beach as Plebes
unless we were sure the upper class in
our companies would turn a blind eye
to Plebes sunbathing. In other compa-
nies, Firsties would hang out in their
doorways after class and stop one of
us from a di erent company, calling
out to his “wife,” “Hey, roomie come
here, I got one!”
In the real world, on March 29 the rst French nuclear submarine, Le
In the real world, on March 29 the rst French nuclear submarine, Le
Redoubtable, was launched; on April 9
the rst Boeing 737 took its maiden
ight; on April 15 large demonstra-
tions were held against the Vietnam
War in New York City and San Fran-
cisco; on April 24 Vladimir Komarov
became the rst Soviet cosmonaut
to die, when the parachute of his
space capsule Soyuz 1 failed during
re-entry; on May 1 Elvis Presley and
Priscilla Beaulieu were married in Las
Vegas; on May 19 the Soviet Union
rati ed a treaty with the United
States and the United Kingdom,
banning nuclear weapons from outer
space; and on May 19 Yuri Andropov
became KGB chief.
Our nal exams would be trau- matic for many of us (you guys with stars will never know such terror), but most of us got through them okay. Dead Week followed and most of us just used it to catch up on much-needed sleep. Next was June
Our nal exams would be trau- matic for many of us (you guys with stars will never know such terror), but most of us got through them okay. Dead Week followed and most of us just used it to catch up on much-needed sleep. Next was June
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Week, which kicked o for us with
the Herndon Monument climb. e Alumni Association keeps track of each class’ time, and they say we took 1 hour and 21 minutes (beating ’69 by nine full minutes), but in any event, it was done despite a few broken bones and more than a few black eyes. Jim Zaborowski is the classmate who replaced the dixie cup on top of the monument with a combination cover. By tradition, he was supposed to become our rst Admiral; while that did not occur, he reportedly was the very rst one to make O-3! June Week itself was, other than our obligatory watch standing (depend- ing on your signal exam score), a blast. We could legally ride in a car, and we could legally consort with a real life gal within the seven-mile limit!
IYOUNGSTER YEAR mmediately after June Week, we took o for Youngster Cruise. Some
of us left the very next morning on an APA, the USS CHILTON, (forever after known as the “Chilton Hilton”) that transported several hundred of us down the Chesapeake Bay to Norfolk where we embarked on our assigned ships from the Atlantic Fleet. What a tan we got in just one day! Some two hundred of us were assigned to the USS NEWPORT NEWS and the USS COLUMBUS, the rst missile-cruiser in the eet. While it was fun, exciting, and chal- lenging to spend some two months on an operational Navy ship – view- ing the operations, communications, engineering, weaponry, and deck forces from the viewpoint of enlisted men – it was a complete turn-o when it became apparent that the ship’s company had painted over ten coats of paint awaiting the Mids’ arrival to do the hard paint-scraping work. You learned how to sleep anytime/
the Herndon Monument climb. e Alumni Association keeps track of each class’ time, and they say we took 1 hour and 21 minutes (beating ’69 by nine full minutes), but in any event, it was done despite a few broken bones and more than a few black eyes. Jim Zaborowski is the classmate who replaced the dixie cup on top of the monument with a combination cover. By tradition, he was supposed to become our rst Admiral; while that did not occur, he reportedly was the very rst one to make O-3! June Week itself was, other than our obligatory watch standing (depend- ing on your signal exam score), a blast. We could legally ride in a car, and we could legally consort with a real life gal within the seven-mile limit!
IYOUNGSTER YEAR mmediately after June Week, we took o for Youngster Cruise. Some
of us left the very next morning on an APA, the USS CHILTON, (forever after known as the “Chilton Hilton”) that transported several hundred of us down the Chesapeake Bay to Norfolk where we embarked on our assigned ships from the Atlantic Fleet. What a tan we got in just one day! Some two hundred of us were assigned to the USS NEWPORT NEWS and the USS COLUMBUS, the rst missile-cruiser in the eet. While it was fun, exciting, and chal- lenging to spend some two months on an operational Navy ship – view- ing the operations, communications, engineering, weaponry, and deck forces from the viewpoint of enlisted men – it was a complete turn-o when it became apparent that the ship’s company had painted over ten coats of paint awaiting the Mids’ arrival to do the hard paint-scraping work. You learned how to sleep anytime/
anywhere, even in a paint locker or
a covered ship’s boat. e local Navy
wives’ clubs outdid themselves in orga-
nizing weekend hops at the Norfolk
O cers Club to introduce local love-
lies to us. Some of us met high-class
ladies with whom long-term relation-
ships were initiated. After a week or so
in port, the LANTMIDTRARON
headed for the open sea. Some of our
classmates had their Youngster Cruise
on the Academy’s 44-foot Luder yawls
and maybe even a few went on YPs
(the standard Youngster Cruise for
today’s Mids).
After three weeks at sea, during which eet maneuvers culminated with the two separate groups (orga- nized around the two capital ships mentioned above) of LANT- MIDTRARON coming together in mid-ocean, we retired to Puerto Rico. At this point, one of us may have become the only Naval Acad- emy Midshipman in history to fall overboard during Youngster Cruise. Most of the ships went to the capi- tal in San Juan, but the agship, the COLUMBUS, went to Ponce, the second largest city in Puerto Rico on the south coast of the island, where coincidentally Bob Hope was visit- ing. He promptly volunteered to do a USO show that very evening for the crew, which clearly was a cruise highlight. Some of the ships sub- sequently visited New Orleans and other Southeastern U.S. ports prior to returning to Norfolk. A month of annual leave then commenced before the return to Mother B.
Meanwhile, on June 5 the Six- Day War began with Israel occupying the West Bank, Gaza Strip, Sinai Peninsula, and Golan Heights after defeating its Arab neighbors; on June 8 Israeli ghter jets and Israeli war- ships red upon the USS LIBERTY o Gaza, killing 34 and wounding
After three weeks at sea, during which eet maneuvers culminated with the two separate groups (orga- nized around the two capital ships mentioned above) of LANT- MIDTRARON coming together in mid-ocean, we retired to Puerto Rico. At this point, one of us may have become the only Naval Acad- emy Midshipman in history to fall overboard during Youngster Cruise. Most of the ships went to the capi- tal in San Juan, but the agship, the COLUMBUS, went to Ponce, the second largest city in Puerto Rico on the south coast of the island, where coincidentally Bob Hope was visit- ing. He promptly volunteered to do a USO show that very evening for the crew, which clearly was a cruise highlight. Some of the ships sub- sequently visited New Orleans and other Southeastern U.S. ports prior to returning to Norfolk. A month of annual leave then commenced before the return to Mother B.
Meanwhile, on June 5 the Six- Day War began with Israel occupying the West Bank, Gaza Strip, Sinai Peninsula, and Golan Heights after defeating its Arab neighbors; on June 8 Israeli ghter jets and Israeli war- ships red upon the USS LIBERTY o Gaza, killing 34 and wounding
171; on June 13 Solicitor General
urgood Marshall was nominated as
the rst African American Justice of
the U.S. Supreme Court; on June 14
the People’s Republic of China tested
its rst hydrogen bomb; on July 23
Detroit had one of the worst riots in
U.S. history when 43 were killed, 342
injured and 1,400 buildings burned;
on July 29 an explosion and re aboard
the USS FORRESTAL in the Gulf
of Tonkin left 134 dead; on August
23 Jimi Hendrix’s debut album Are
You Experienced? was released; and on
September 4 the Marines launched
Operation Swift, a search and destroy
mission in Quang Nam and Quang
Tin Provinces of Vietnam.
Sometime around the beginning of our second year at Boat School, the “diggers and llers” nished construc- tion of Michelson and Chauvenet Halls between Maury Hall and Bancroft Hall’s rst wing. ese engi- neering, science, and math buildings were the source of the generation of much brain power (and, for some, pain). One of our classmates, Ray Mast, even did pioneering laser work in the basement of Michelson Hall before some prof blew the whistle on him, bringing an end to his e orts.
Sometime around the beginning of our second year at Boat School, the “diggers and llers” nished construc- tion of Michelson and Chauvenet Halls between Maury Hall and Bancroft Hall’s rst wing. ese engi- neering, science, and math buildings were the source of the generation of much brain power (and, for some, pain). One of our classmates, Ray Mast, even did pioneering laser work in the basement of Michelson Hall before some prof blew the whistle on him, bringing an end to his e orts.
How many of us in the late ’60s had
even heard of a laser?
Youngster Year’s academics were tough. We started our mandatory study of engineering, commenc- ing – for most of us – six straight semesters of engineering courses. Calculus was one thing, but this stu was ridiculous. Anyway, if you wanted to go here, you gotta take what they throw at you, right? Many of us found Youngster Year academics the toughest of all four years. If engineer- ing courses like Statics weren’t bad enough, then they whipped di eren- tial equations on us – eeegad! At least Navigation class was fun, although sharing a classroom with 400 other guys at a time was a bit much.
e ability to date kinda, sorta made up for those onerous academic burdens, but just partially. Football season was very strange: despite beat- ing Penn State, Michigan, Syracuse, and arch-rival Army (19-14), we actually lost to William and Mary and tied Vanderbilt!
Youngster Year brought with it one “rate” that we would have killed for Plebe Year: the right to succumb to the entreaties of the pad monster and rack out on the blue trampoline. At how many other colleges would one rush back from a classroom half a mile away just to rack out for 45 minutes, and then to rush out again for the next class?
We took our place on the sidelines of the Plebe/upper class indoctrina- tion continuum and helped out the former when we could. Many of us spent an inordinate amount of time restricting for demerits that were clearly levied unfairly and without cause. Others spent many Sunday afternoons in Smoke Hall at the mix- ers, meeting young ladies from area schools and dancing to the Spi es (whose lead singer was the Brigade
Youngster Year’s academics were tough. We started our mandatory study of engineering, commenc- ing – for most of us – six straight semesters of engineering courses. Calculus was one thing, but this stu was ridiculous. Anyway, if you wanted to go here, you gotta take what they throw at you, right? Many of us found Youngster Year academics the toughest of all four years. If engineer- ing courses like Statics weren’t bad enough, then they whipped di eren- tial equations on us – eeegad! At least Navigation class was fun, although sharing a classroom with 400 other guys at a time was a bit much.
e ability to date kinda, sorta made up for those onerous academic burdens, but just partially. Football season was very strange: despite beat- ing Penn State, Michigan, Syracuse, and arch-rival Army (19-14), we actually lost to William and Mary and tied Vanderbilt!
Youngster Year brought with it one “rate” that we would have killed for Plebe Year: the right to succumb to the entreaties of the pad monster and rack out on the blue trampoline. At how many other colleges would one rush back from a classroom half a mile away just to rack out for 45 minutes, and then to rush out again for the next class?
We took our place on the sidelines of the Plebe/upper class indoctrina- tion continuum and helped out the former when we could. Many of us spent an inordinate amount of time restricting for demerits that were clearly levied unfairly and without cause. Others spent many Sunday afternoons in Smoke Hall at the mix- ers, meeting young ladies from area schools and dancing to the Spi es (whose lead singer was the Brigade
Commander!), the Bitter Ends, the
Outriggers, and the Marksmen. Some
of us hit the hops when we were “sup-
posed” to be restricting! Over our last
two years, we also enjoyed the sounds
of the JayGees, the rst Academy
“soul” group along the line of the
Temptations. Most of the JayGees
were classmates: Bobby Woo, Leo
Williams, Tony Watson, Bert Free-
man, Dean Knuth, and Lucian (Tick)
Acu . Many more weekends than we
could count were simply spent in the
library, trying to stay one step ahead
of the Academic Board.
e Class of 1970 also made signi cant contributions in other, more substantive areas, having an impact outside the class room, beyond military training, and o the athletic eld. e contributions to and the impact upon the underprivileged kids in Annapolis are something of which our class can be proud. At that time, the only social program con- necting the Brigade of Midshipmen and the town of Annapolis was the Big Brothers Program. In 1967, Big Brothers was a small group led by Charlie Bolden ’68 who later became an astronaut, Marine Corps Major
e Class of 1970 also made signi cant contributions in other, more substantive areas, having an impact outside the class room, beyond military training, and o the athletic eld. e contributions to and the impact upon the underprivileged kids in Annapolis are something of which our class can be proud. At that time, the only social program con- necting the Brigade of Midshipmen and the town of Annapolis was the Big Brothers Program. In 1967, Big Brothers was a small group led by Charlie Bolden ’68 who later became an astronaut, Marine Corps Major
General, and Director of NASA. One
of our rst classmates to join the Big
Brothers Program at the end of Plebe
year was Barry Steelman. His involve-
ment in this program would become
the seed from which many other such
programs developed. Other members
of the Class who joined Big Brothers
included Rick Farley, Brock McMunn,
Bert Freeman, Leo Williams, Bruce
Brunn, Mike Simmons, C.C. Davis,
Mike Knudsen, and Mike Roberts.
By the time we graduated, the Big Brothers program had grown from a small group of midshipmen in our Plebe year to a Brigade-wide program
By the time we graduated, the Big Brothers program had grown from a small group of midshipmen in our Plebe year to a Brigade-wide program
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of more than 50 midshipmen in 1970.
e program still continues to be suc-
cessful at the time of our 40th reunion.
At the end of our youngster year Barry Steelman started a tutoring program for local students. During our Second and First Class years, many 3/c, 2/c and 1/c midshipmen, tutored at four di erent elementary schools. Rick Farley was very active and assisted in the leadership of the tutoring programs. Other 1970 classmates who participated in the operation included Dan Bowler, Dave Butler, Ed Giambastiani, Bryce Graham, Aguedo “Bobby” Ingco, Rick Pilger, Chuck Paddock, Greg Potter, Mike Roberts, Dick Stearns, and Stan Weeks. Another contribution of our class to the Annapolis community was the Tyler Heights Boys Club that Barry Steelman created and led dur- ing our First and Second Class years. e Club, which consisted of approxi- mately 25 boys living in the Tyler Heights Federal Housing Project, had weekly meetings, holiday parties, overnight camping trips, picnics, visits to monuments and museums, and
At the end of our youngster year Barry Steelman started a tutoring program for local students. During our Second and First Class years, many 3/c, 2/c and 1/c midshipmen, tutored at four di erent elementary schools. Rick Farley was very active and assisted in the leadership of the tutoring programs. Other 1970 classmates who participated in the operation included Dan Bowler, Dave Butler, Ed Giambastiani, Bryce Graham, Aguedo “Bobby” Ingco, Rick Pilger, Chuck Paddock, Greg Potter, Mike Roberts, Dick Stearns, and Stan Weeks. Another contribution of our class to the Annapolis community was the Tyler Heights Boys Club that Barry Steelman created and led dur- ing our First and Second Class years. e Club, which consisted of approxi- mately 25 boys living in the Tyler Heights Federal Housing Project, had weekly meetings, holiday parties, overnight camping trips, picnics, visits to monuments and museums, and
various Navy sporting events.
Our class also helped the kids of
Annapolis celebrate holidays. In one
example, the Class of 1970 was the rst to ever organize a “trick or treat” allowing local town kids to come inside Bancroft Hall for fun and a little Halloween treat. In addition, just before Christmas Leave of our First Class year, a group of Mid- shipmen helped put together a big Christmas party at the Tyler Heights Housing Project for the children of that community.
Many of us by now had “town- ies” or maybe “grease girls” who came down every weekend to help take our mind o of academics and the grind of day-to-day life in the Hall. We got to know the pleasures of the “drag house.” We still couldn’t legally ride in cars, but “where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Our locker doors now sported posters of Farah Fawcett, Raquel Welch, and that beautiful blonde Atlantic Rich eld girl with the huge brown eyes. Meanwhile, on October 3 an X-15 research aircraft with test pilot
example, the Class of 1970 was the rst to ever organize a “trick or treat” allowing local town kids to come inside Bancroft Hall for fun and a little Halloween treat. In addition, just before Christmas Leave of our First Class year, a group of Mid- shipmen helped put together a big Christmas party at the Tyler Heights Housing Project for the children of that community.
Many of us by now had “town- ies” or maybe “grease girls” who came down every weekend to help take our mind o of academics and the grind of day-to-day life in the Hall. We got to know the pleasures of the “drag house.” We still couldn’t legally ride in cars, but “where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Our locker doors now sported posters of Farah Fawcett, Raquel Welch, and that beautiful blonde Atlantic Rich eld girl with the huge brown eyes. Meanwhile, on October 3 an X-15 research aircraft with test pilot
William J. Knight established an
uno cial world xed-wing speed
record of Mach 6.7; on October 9
Che Guevara was executed in Bolivia,
and on October 26 Navy pilot John
S. McCain, III was shot down over
North Vietnam and became a POW.
In sports, the 150 lb football team went undefeated, the soccer team went to the NCAA tournament nishing third, and the wrestling team was undefeated (Bob Chris- tianson and Ben Welch each taking third place in the Eastern Champi- onships). Roy Golez again won the Brigade Championship in the 127 lb class and Craig Silverthorne was the 155 lb champ.
During the Dark Ages, clearly the hit tune “ We Gotta Get Out of is Place” by the Animals became our theme song. As far as the world was concerned, it was a total mess. On January 21 the Battle of Khe Sanh began, one of the most publicized and controversial battles of the war, end- ing on April 8; on January 21 a B-52 crashed in Greenland, discharging four nukes; on January 22, Rowan &
In sports, the 150 lb football team went undefeated, the soccer team went to the NCAA tournament nishing third, and the wrestling team was undefeated (Bob Chris- tianson and Ben Welch each taking third place in the Eastern Champi- onships). Roy Golez again won the Brigade Championship in the 127 lb class and Craig Silverthorne was the 155 lb champ.
During the Dark Ages, clearly the hit tune “ We Gotta Get Out of is Place” by the Animals became our theme song. As far as the world was concerned, it was a total mess. On January 21 the Battle of Khe Sanh began, one of the most publicized and controversial battles of the war, end- ing on April 8; on January 21 a B-52 crashed in Greenland, discharging four nukes; on January 22, Rowan &
Martin’s Laugh-In debuted on NBC;
on January 23 North Korea seized
the USS PUEBLO, claiming the ship
violated its territorial waters while
spying; on January 30 through Febru-
ary 24 saw the Tet O ensive, with
Viet Cong forces launching a series of
surprise attacks across South Viet-
nam; on March 18 Congress repealed
the requirement for a gold reserve
to back U.S. currency; on March
31 President Johnson announced
he would not seek reelection; on
April 4 Martin Luther King, Jr., was
shot dead in Memphis, causing riots
to erupt in major American cities
for several days afterward (causing
already-approved weekends to be
rescinded at USNA); on April 29 the
musical Hair opened on Broadway;
and on May 22 the U.S. nuclear sub-
marine SCORPION sank with 99
men aboard, 400 miles southwest of
the Azores.
We staggered up to and barely through nal exams and looked for- ward to a relaxing Dead Week and a fabulous June Week. Life was nally good again. en, literally, our class was split into hundreds of pieces as classmates were ung north to New London for submarine indoctrination, south to Pensacola for exposure to ight training, askance to Little Creek to rub shoulders with Marines, and nowhere to Bancroft Hall for special classes and/or to serve on the Plebe Detail. Decisions on service selection were either formulated, changed, or re-thought as a result of this process. It still amazes me why the subma- rine service thinks people would be attracted to service in New Eng- land after a ten-hour bus ride back to Annapolis on a vehicle with no head, and the only reason the driver stopped for that purpose was that he had a full- edged mutiny on his hands!
We staggered up to and barely through nal exams and looked for- ward to a relaxing Dead Week and a fabulous June Week. Life was nally good again. en, literally, our class was split into hundreds of pieces as classmates were ung north to New London for submarine indoctrination, south to Pensacola for exposure to ight training, askance to Little Creek to rub shoulders with Marines, and nowhere to Bancroft Hall for special classes and/or to serve on the Plebe Detail. Decisions on service selection were either formulated, changed, or re-thought as a result of this process. It still amazes me why the subma- rine service thinks people would be attracted to service in New Eng- land after a ten-hour bus ride back to Annapolis on a vehicle with no head, and the only reason the driver stopped for that purpose was that he had a full- edged mutiny on his hands!
OSEGUNDO YEAR
ur three- to four-week summer
leave was way too short, and we
returned to the Severn with visions of Plebe indoctrination dancing before us. Frankly, it took some getting used to: Running Plebes is an acquired skill for most of us; it takes some practice to do it without just breaking out into laughter, especially if one’s Plebes were relatively squared away. But thanks to our classmates who served on the Plebe Detail for getting them that way!
Football was barely a diversion this Fall as the Big Blue struggled to a 2-8 record and another loss to Army, although classmate Dan Pike led all rushers in the annual Phila- delphia Fandango with 107 yards and a TD. In soccer, Casey Bahr made the All-American squad and Bob Tamburini joined Casey on the All-South team. Noted perform- ers in other sports were Es Marks and John Fedor in 150 lb football; Jan Fladeboe in cross country; Cap Parlier, Bill Kemp, and John Gilchrist in swimming; Bob Christianson, Ben Welch, Mark Kane, Greg Koons, and Steve Bannat in wrestling; Scott Semko, John Seeley, and Bill Parks in basketball; Jan Fladeboe, Doug Backes, Tim Joyce, and Monty Felix in indoor track; Bob Mackey and Steve Klotz in gymnastics; Greg Stiles and Harold Mashburn in squash; Bill Stockho and Gary Mar- vin in ri e; Tom Noonan and Carl Smith in pistol; Bert Freeman in fencing (First Team All-American); Bob Kirk, Reed Clark, Bob Edmond, Bill Parks, and Jim Kenney in out- door track; Harry MacLaughlin (First Team All-American), Len Supko ( ird Team All-American, and Ed Tempesta (Honorable Mention) in lacrosse; Denny Losh (.415) and Scott Semko (17 RBIs and second
returned to the Severn with visions of Plebe indoctrination dancing before us. Frankly, it took some getting used to: Running Plebes is an acquired skill for most of us; it takes some practice to do it without just breaking out into laughter, especially if one’s Plebes were relatively squared away. But thanks to our classmates who served on the Plebe Detail for getting them that way!
Football was barely a diversion this Fall as the Big Blue struggled to a 2-8 record and another loss to Army, although classmate Dan Pike led all rushers in the annual Phila- delphia Fandango with 107 yards and a TD. In soccer, Casey Bahr made the All-American squad and Bob Tamburini joined Casey on the All-South team. Noted perform- ers in other sports were Es Marks and John Fedor in 150 lb football; Jan Fladeboe in cross country; Cap Parlier, Bill Kemp, and John Gilchrist in swimming; Bob Christianson, Ben Welch, Mark Kane, Greg Koons, and Steve Bannat in wrestling; Scott Semko, John Seeley, and Bill Parks in basketball; Jan Fladeboe, Doug Backes, Tim Joyce, and Monty Felix in indoor track; Bob Mackey and Steve Klotz in gymnastics; Greg Stiles and Harold Mashburn in squash; Bill Stockho and Gary Mar- vin in ri e; Tom Noonan and Carl Smith in pistol; Bert Freeman in fencing (First Team All-American); Bob Kirk, Reed Clark, Bob Edmond, Bill Parks, and Jim Kenney in out- door track; Harry MacLaughlin (First Team All-American), Len Supko ( ird Team All-American, and Ed Tempesta (Honorable Mention) in lacrosse; Denny Losh (.415) and Scott Semko (17 RBIs and second
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nationally in triples) in baseball; Dan
Rugg an All-American in dinghy sailing; and Gerry Guppy and Mike Aycock in golf. In Brigade Boxing, Roy Golez won the 127 lb crown for the third year in a row; winning their second titles were Corky Peck (155 lb.) and Craig Silverthorne (165 lb.). Corky also received the Spike Webb Outstanding Boxer Award for being judged the Outstanding Boxer of the Brigade Boxing Championships by combining boxing skills, fortitude, good sportsmanship, and fair play.
Out in the real world, on Octo- ber 14, DOD announced that the Army and Marines would send about 24,000 troops back to Vietnam for involuntary second tours; on October 30 President Johnson, citing progress in the Paris peace talks, announced that he had ordered a complete ces- sation of “all air, naval, and artillery bombardment of North Vietnam” e ective November 1; on November 5 Richard Nixon defeated Hubert Humphrey and George Wallace for President; on November 11, Opera- tion Commando Hunt was initiated to interdict men and supplies on the Ho Chi Minh Trail, through Laos into South Vietnam. By the end of the operation, three million tons of bombs had been dropped on Laos, slowing but not seriously disrupting trail operations. On November 22 the Beatles released e White Album; and on December 24 Apollo 8 entered orbit around the Moon. Astronauts Frank Borman, Jim Lovell, and William Anders became the rst humans to see the far side of the Moon and planet Earth as a whole.
On the evening of October 4, 1968, occurred the seminal event in the history of the Class of 1970. It was a dark and stormy night... well, dark anyway. It was also “stormy,” but not in the usual sense of the word. On
Rugg an All-American in dinghy sailing; and Gerry Guppy and Mike Aycock in golf. In Brigade Boxing, Roy Golez won the 127 lb crown for the third year in a row; winning their second titles were Corky Peck (155 lb.) and Craig Silverthorne (165 lb.). Corky also received the Spike Webb Outstanding Boxer Award for being judged the Outstanding Boxer of the Brigade Boxing Championships by combining boxing skills, fortitude, good sportsmanship, and fair play.
Out in the real world, on Octo- ber 14, DOD announced that the Army and Marines would send about 24,000 troops back to Vietnam for involuntary second tours; on October 30 President Johnson, citing progress in the Paris peace talks, announced that he had ordered a complete ces- sation of “all air, naval, and artillery bombardment of North Vietnam” e ective November 1; on November 5 Richard Nixon defeated Hubert Humphrey and George Wallace for President; on November 11, Opera- tion Commando Hunt was initiated to interdict men and supplies on the Ho Chi Minh Trail, through Laos into South Vietnam. By the end of the operation, three million tons of bombs had been dropped on Laos, slowing but not seriously disrupting trail operations. On November 22 the Beatles released e White Album; and on December 24 Apollo 8 entered orbit around the Moon. Astronauts Frank Borman, Jim Lovell, and William Anders became the rst humans to see the far side of the Moon and planet Earth as a whole.
On the evening of October 4, 1968, occurred the seminal event in the history of the Class of 1970. It was a dark and stormy night... well, dark anyway. It was also “stormy,” but not in the usual sense of the word. On
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that night, the Class of 1970 made
its mark forever on the history of the
United States Naval Academy.
Stories con ict on what actu- ally happened, why it happened, or who – individually – was involved. But what counts is that that was the night we became famous. My recol- lection of it was that we, the Class of 1970, got a little too rambunctious for the administration’s comfort. We had a spontaneous pep rally that really was spontaneous. at is, it did not evolve from the announcement, “ ere will be a spontaneous pep rally in Tecumseh Court...” at evening meal. According to Don Patterson, he and Steve Wood were commis- erating about our not being able to have a long weekend for the Army game. ey decided that if we showed those in authority that our class has more enthusiasm and class spirit than they had ever seen, they might relent and give us a long weekend. So they decided to have a spontaneous pep rally to show them. When we heard people running though Bancroft Hall yelling things like, “Second Class pep rally in T-Court!” we thought, “A real spontaneous pep rally! What a novel idea!” and we rallied. We rallied for the purpose of, among other things, raising spirit levels for the forthcom- ing football game against Army.
But for some, there was another agenda: to vent spleen over a [per- ceived or real] denial of a privilege they thought we had earned. In years past, it was an unwritten tradition that if a majority of the Fall sports teams (excluding football) had beaten Army, then the Second Class (that’s Juniors, to anyone reading this who might be unfamiliar with Naval Acad- emy jargon) would be allowed to have a long weekend (and not have to ride those horrid busses to Philadelphia) when Navy played Army in football.
Stories con ict on what actu- ally happened, why it happened, or who – individually – was involved. But what counts is that that was the night we became famous. My recol- lection of it was that we, the Class of 1970, got a little too rambunctious for the administration’s comfort. We had a spontaneous pep rally that really was spontaneous. at is, it did not evolve from the announcement, “ ere will be a spontaneous pep rally in Tecumseh Court...” at evening meal. According to Don Patterson, he and Steve Wood were commis- erating about our not being able to have a long weekend for the Army game. ey decided that if we showed those in authority that our class has more enthusiasm and class spirit than they had ever seen, they might relent and give us a long weekend. So they decided to have a spontaneous pep rally to show them. When we heard people running though Bancroft Hall yelling things like, “Second Class pep rally in T-Court!” we thought, “A real spontaneous pep rally! What a novel idea!” and we rallied. We rallied for the purpose of, among other things, raising spirit levels for the forthcom- ing football game against Army.
But for some, there was another agenda: to vent spleen over a [per- ceived or real] denial of a privilege they thought we had earned. In years past, it was an unwritten tradition that if a majority of the Fall sports teams (excluding football) had beaten Army, then the Second Class (that’s Juniors, to anyone reading this who might be unfamiliar with Naval Acad- emy jargon) would be allowed to have a long weekend (and not have to ride those horrid busses to Philadelphia) when Navy played Army in football.
But as it turned out, the major-
ity of our teams had beaten Army,
but we (the Second Class) were not
granted the expected privilege. Some
of us were disappointed. Some of us
felt betrayed. A few were genuinely
angry. (Some of us had by that time
become so cynical and fatalistic that
we just shrugged it o as another
indignity to be endured.) But when
we went out and blew o some steam,
we may have gone just a little too far.
By the time things quieted down,
the rumors had hit the street – and,
worse, the eet – that there had been a
campus protest at the Naval Academy
of near-riot proportions. Remember:
this is 1968 we’re talking about. ere
were protests of near-riot proportions
(and beyond) occurring on other
campuses. Indeed, there were actual
riots. But not at the Naval Academy.
We did not burn our draft cards or
our bras (clearly, we had neither to
burn). We did not occupy or trash
any academic buildings. And we did
not assault any professors.
It didn’t take the NIS long to nd out where the whole thing started, and upon whom to x the blame. (What ever happened to the con- cept of not bilging your classmate?) So Don and Woody found them- selves after a day or so in front of the Midshipman Leadership Board (or whatever it was called) headed up by then-Brigade Commander, Tim Oliver, to present their case and for the authorities to decide whether they should be expelled from USNA. e Board let Don and Steve stay, but in addition to the two weeks the class had to restrict, they were “Class-A- ed” and had to restrict an additional six weeks! Ironically, shortly thereaf- ter the First Set stripers of our First Class were announced; Don was selected as the 6th Battalion Com- mander and Woody was selected
It didn’t take the NIS long to nd out where the whole thing started, and upon whom to x the blame. (What ever happened to the con- cept of not bilging your classmate?) So Don and Woody found them- selves after a day or so in front of the Midshipman Leadership Board (or whatever it was called) headed up by then-Brigade Commander, Tim Oliver, to present their case and for the authorities to decide whether they should be expelled from USNA. e Board let Don and Steve stay, but in addition to the two weeks the class had to restrict, they were “Class-A- ed” and had to restrict an additional six weeks! Ironically, shortly thereaf- ter the First Set stripers of our First Class were announced; Don was selected as the 6th Battalion Com- mander and Woody was selected
as 34th Company Commander.
Go gure.
OK. So we sat down on the Superintendent’s and Commandant’s lawns for a while (which proved disconcerting to our classmate Skid Heyworth, whose dad happened to hold the latter job at the time!). And we did not disperse “immedi- ately,” as the O cer of the Watch had ordered us. And we did engage in some “provoking words and gestures.” For that, the powers-that-be proved the fallacy of the claim: “ ey can’t fry us all!” ey did fry us all. And they restricted us all. We also came to be known to some as “the class least likely to succeed.” (But we’ll see about that. Ring-A-Ding-Ding!)
In January, some of us volun- teered to march in President Nixon’s Inauguration parade. While it was memorable, our P-rade uniforms didn’t cut it in the freezing cold of that bitter winter’s day (the smart ones among us wore long johns, of course, but for those of us who believed that the weather was too cold to ski that time of year, it was misera- ble). Our company-sized complement
OK. So we sat down on the Superintendent’s and Commandant’s lawns for a while (which proved disconcerting to our classmate Skid Heyworth, whose dad happened to hold the latter job at the time!). And we did not disperse “immedi- ately,” as the O cer of the Watch had ordered us. And we did engage in some “provoking words and gestures.” For that, the powers-that-be proved the fallacy of the claim: “ ey can’t fry us all!” ey did fry us all. And they restricted us all. We also came to be known to some as “the class least likely to succeed.” (But we’ll see about that. Ring-A-Ding-Ding!)
In January, some of us volun- teered to march in President Nixon’s Inauguration parade. While it was memorable, our P-rade uniforms didn’t cut it in the freezing cold of that bitter winter’s day (the smart ones among us wore long johns, of course, but for those of us who believed that the weather was too cold to ski that time of year, it was misera- ble). Our company-sized complement
marched behind the WooPoos, and
it was surreal that both formations
received cheers from our civilian (uni-
formly hippie) counterparts, while
the same long-hairs jeered, booed,
and chucked rocks at the helmeted
army enlisted guys marching after
us. Didn’t those Bozos know that the
Woops and we were gung ho volun-
teers, and the poor army grunts were
primarily draftees? Guess not!
Speaking of WooPoos, second semester of Segundo Year was when most of us spent a long weekend at either West Point or Colorado Springs on exchange weekends. We will never forget lining up for breakfast formation in the cold, wet rain – in the dark of upstate New York – and asking the grey-clad denizens why they didn’t have the common sense to come in out of the rain. ere the weather is grey, the buildings are grey, the uniforms are grey – even the people are grey. But they did have one very hot assistant librarian.
Sometimes it was so cold in Bancroft Hall that “Famous Naval Sayings” took on new notables: “Heat is a Privilege not a Rate,” “Heat has been Spotted in the Fourth Wing and is Rumored to be Heading this Way,” etc. You get the drift. Blessed be the fortunate ones on decks 7-0 and 8-0, however. Back when we were Mids, those decks were right over the boil- ers and at night in the dead of winter, we’d sleep with the windows wide open. You didn’t dare step on the lino- leum oor in your bare feet, as you were likely to get your soles burned from the heat emanating from below. Aahhh!
Marching time came around with the Spring, and we endured the P-rades as much as we could. More time was left for studying and guys in our midst were actually starting
Speaking of WooPoos, second semester of Segundo Year was when most of us spent a long weekend at either West Point or Colorado Springs on exchange weekends. We will never forget lining up for breakfast formation in the cold, wet rain – in the dark of upstate New York – and asking the grey-clad denizens why they didn’t have the common sense to come in out of the rain. ere the weather is grey, the buildings are grey, the uniforms are grey – even the people are grey. But they did have one very hot assistant librarian.
Sometimes it was so cold in Bancroft Hall that “Famous Naval Sayings” took on new notables: “Heat is a Privilege not a Rate,” “Heat has been Spotted in the Fourth Wing and is Rumored to be Heading this Way,” etc. You get the drift. Blessed be the fortunate ones on decks 7-0 and 8-0, however. Back when we were Mids, those decks were right over the boil- ers and at night in the dead of winter, we’d sleep with the windows wide open. You didn’t dare step on the lino- leum oor in your bare feet, as you were likely to get your soles burned from the heat emanating from below. Aahhh!
Marching time came around with the Spring, and we endured the P-rades as much as we could. More time was left for studying and guys in our midst were actually starting
to get engaged (yikes!). We got our
class rings and spent wasted hours
staying away from the ’69ers who,
if they caught us with our ring on,
would make us do soda runs to the
basement. Serious time was spent
planning the upcoming purchase of a
new automobile (given the extremely
low-interest loans and delayed onset
of car payments o ered by two
banking institutions). When contem-
plating whether to include a certain
accessory on your dream vehicle, the
decision was made much easier when
you converted the problem into terms
of “how much will it increase my
monthly car payment?”
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MELBOURNE collided with the
U.S. destroyer FRANK E. EVANS in the South China Sea, sinking the forward half of the vessel, killing 74.
Exams, Dead Week, and June Week hit in rapid succession, and most of us concentrated on getting the right girl to agree to come to June Week as the Ring Dance was (and is) really a big deal. It’s not every school that is able to have water from the Seven Seas conveyed to its premises for such a purpose. e Class of 1970 was very fortunate to dance under the stars by the Re ection Pool to
“ Take the A Train” and other won- derful music played by the legendary Duke Ellington and his Band. It was a memorable a air and it was reported that no rings were lost during the dunking process. e same could not be said for certain companies’ “ring dip” parties, however.
U.S. destroyer FRANK E. EVANS in the South China Sea, sinking the forward half of the vessel, killing 74.
Exams, Dead Week, and June Week hit in rapid succession, and most of us concentrated on getting the right girl to agree to come to June Week as the Ring Dance was (and is) really a big deal. It’s not every school that is able to have water from the Seven Seas conveyed to its premises for such a purpose. e Class of 1970 was very fortunate to dance under the stars by the Re ection Pool to
“ Take the A Train” and other won- derful music played by the legendary Duke Ellington and his Band. It was a memorable a air and it was reported that no rings were lost during the dunking process. e same could not be said for certain companies’ “ring dip” parties, however.
In the land outside the wall,
on January 12 Led Zeppelin I was
released, an album considered to be
the rst in the heavy metal genre; on
January 14 an explosion aboard the
USS ENTERPRISE near Hawaii
killed 27 and injured 314; on January
16 two cosmonauts transferred from
Soyuz 5 to Soyuz 4 via a spacewalk ollowing June Week, we newly-
on January 12 Led Zeppelin I was
released, an album considered to be
the rst in the heavy metal genre; on
January 14 an explosion aboard the
USS ENTERPRISE near Hawaii
killed 27 and injured 314; on January
16 two cosmonauts transferred from
Soyuz 5 to Soyuz 4 via a spacewalk ollowing June Week, we newly-
anointed Firsties again scattered
together, the rst time such a transfer far and wide. Some enjoyed a leisurely
while the two craft were docked
had taken place; on February 4 Yasser
Arafat was elected Palestine Libera-
tion Organization leader; on February
9 the Boeing 747 made its maiden
ight; on March 3 Sirhan Sirhan
admitted that he had killed presiden-
tial candidate Robert F. Kennedy; on
March 18 Operation Breakfast, the
secret bombing of Cambodia, began;
on April 1 the Hawker Siddeley Har-
rier entered service with the Royal
Air Force; on April 15 North Korea
shot down a U.S. EC-121 unarmed
patrol aircraft over the Sea of Japan,
killing all 31 on board; on May 10 the
Battle of Hamburger Hill in Vietnam
began; on May 18 Apollo 10 (Tom
Sta ord, Gene Cernan, John Young)
was launched, a full dress-rehearsal
for the Moon landing; and on
June 3, the Australian aircraft carrier
June 3, the Australian aircraft carrier
cruise to Europe and the Med. A
few lucky ones went on NATRON
cruises with members of the class
of ’72. e pilot cruise was on the
East coast to Europe and the sec-
ond one went to the West Coast. We
worked hard at sea and played hard
in Plymouth, England and Hamburg,
Germany with available tours to Lon-
don, Berlin, and Copenhagen. Some
were stuck in the Yard for a myriad
of reasons; some skippered major
sailboats on the East Coast; some
were assigned to JO billets on ships of
the First or Second Fleets; and others
were selected for a WestPac cruise
o the coast of Vietnam. We were
assigned to literally every class of ship
in the US Navy arsenal – from aircraft
carriers to oceangoing minesweepers.
e smaller the complement of Mids
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aboard, the more responsibility one
gleaned. One classmate reported that
he, armed with an M14, was assigned
JO duty on a motor launch circling
his ship all night in Saigon Harbor.
We stood bridge watches as JOOWs,
engineering watches, and CIC watches.
Such experience was invaluable to our
future careers. Some went to jump
school and others received special
assignments too numerous to mention.
A small anecdote will be illustra- tive to those wondering what makes us tick. e Academy chartered a DC stretch 8 to take several hun- dred of us from the West Coast to Clark Air Force Base in the Philip- pines for distribution to our WestPac assignments. At the culmination of the cruise near the end of August, the Academy supplied another such plane to return us from Japan back to the West Coast. When this charter arrived at Travis AFB near San Fran- cisco it was after 5:00PM on a Friday afternoon. e large plane was ending its charter there, and our classmates desiring to return to the East Coast had to transfer to a smaller chartered aircraft; however, all the Air Force ground personnel had secured for the weekend. So, without a whimper or a
A small anecdote will be illustra- tive to those wondering what makes us tick. e Academy chartered a DC stretch 8 to take several hun- dred of us from the West Coast to Clark Air Force Base in the Philip- pines for distribution to our WestPac assignments. At the culmination of the cruise near the end of August, the Academy supplied another such plane to return us from Japan back to the West Coast. When this charter arrived at Travis AFB near San Fran- cisco it was after 5:00PM on a Friday afternoon. e large plane was ending its charter there, and our classmates desiring to return to the East Coast had to transfer to a smaller chartered aircraft; however, all the Air Force ground personnel had secured for the weekend. So, without a whimper or a
whine, our classmates in their service
dress khakis dug in and transferred all
the appropriate bags from the larger
plane to the smaller one, literally
crawling inside the baggage holds of
the respective aircraft. ank good-
ness one of our number knew how
to operate the ground machinery to
make the task a little easier, but then
our comrades had to persuade the
patrolling Air Police to leave us alone
and let us complete our task. e Air
Force was used to folks just coming in
after they had left, spending the week-
end enjoying San Francisco on TDY
pay, and not complaining. We are dif-
ferent – devotion to duty and all that,
and just do what needs to be done.
e most memorable event not involving our class directly that hap- pened that summer was the U.S. moon landing by Apollo 11 on July 20. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landed the Eagle on the moon while Mike Collins piloted the Apollo spaceship. Five days later President Nixon announced the beginning of the “ Vietnamization” of the war and began to pull U.S. troops out. Some of us were patrolling o the coast of North Korea (because of their unprovoked shoot-down of the U.S.
e most memorable event not involving our class directly that hap- pened that summer was the U.S. moon landing by Apollo 11 on July 20. Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landed the Eagle on the moon while Mike Collins piloted the Apollo spaceship. Five days later President Nixon announced the beginning of the “ Vietnamization” of the war and began to pull U.S. troops out. Some of us were patrolling o the coast of North Korea (because of their unprovoked shoot-down of the U.S.
patrol plane) under darken ship and
radio silence. So we were unaware
of the moon landing until we pulled
into Sasebo Naval Base and were
mobbed by admiring Japanese civil-
ians enamored with our nation’s space
fete. Cool. On August 9, members
of Charles Manson’s cult murdered
actress Sharon Tate and ve others;
August 15-18 saw the Woodstock
Festival held in upstate New York,
with classmates Nev Sha er, Eric
Peters and Jay Jenkins in attendance.
For once, returning to the Brigade was a pleasure. Of course, having been treated practically like royalty in some quarters as a First Class Midship- man meant returning to reality in that respect. But now, we ran the Brigade. Bill Currer was our Brigade Com- mander. High stripers in our midst left the cozy con nes of our com- pany spaces and roomed with other classmates on Brigade, regiment, and battalion sta s. Meanwhile, we assumed the roles of Company Com- mander, Sub Commander, and CPO, as well as Platoon Commander and Squad Leader. e saltiest amongst us assumed the roles of Mustering Petty O cer/Right Guide whose invaluable contribution was to nd the company’s block on the parade eld while running full speed. I, on the other hand, sometimes had to stop and take a knee halfway there!
Upon returning to Annapolis, many of us immediately picked up our new cars (six months early to be sure, but who’s counting?). We kept them in the garages of nearby residents (for a fee, to be sure), as we couldn’t park them in the Yard until Spring Break. Some of us had to stroll past the o cers’ quarters outside of Gate 8 to reach those garages; we were never challenged. us freed from the bonds of hoo ng it, unfet- tered freedom prevailed. One thing
For once, returning to the Brigade was a pleasure. Of course, having been treated practically like royalty in some quarters as a First Class Midship- man meant returning to reality in that respect. But now, we ran the Brigade. Bill Currer was our Brigade Com- mander. High stripers in our midst left the cozy con nes of our com- pany spaces and roomed with other classmates on Brigade, regiment, and battalion sta s. Meanwhile, we assumed the roles of Company Com- mander, Sub Commander, and CPO, as well as Platoon Commander and Squad Leader. e saltiest amongst us assumed the roles of Mustering Petty O cer/Right Guide whose invaluable contribution was to nd the company’s block on the parade eld while running full speed. I, on the other hand, sometimes had to stop and take a knee halfway there!
Upon returning to Annapolis, many of us immediately picked up our new cars (six months early to be sure, but who’s counting?). We kept them in the garages of nearby residents (for a fee, to be sure), as we couldn’t park them in the Yard until Spring Break. Some of us had to stroll past the o cers’ quarters outside of Gate 8 to reach those garages; we were never challenged. us freed from the bonds of hoo ng it, unfet- tered freedom prevailed. One thing
remained the same, however – the
grinding routine back at Mother B!!
In September we enjoyed Lit- tle Anthony and the Imperials; in November it was Jerry Butler. Something had to take our minds o football, where the Big Blue only mustered one victory all season over hapless Virginia. Army even shut us out. At least the away games at Pittsburgh and Rutgers permitted some fun weekends away from the Yard. e 150-lb team, however, went undefeated and won the league championship; Bob Berger and Duke Dubia were both named First Team All-American. Soccer was 8-1-2 with one of the ties being Army and the one loss coming in the rst round of the NCAA tournament. Casey Bahr was again named an All-American and was selected for the U.S. Olympic soccer team; Dan Bowler was named All-South goalie. Cross country, gymnastics, fencing, pistol, swimming, wrestling, squash, lacrosse, baseball, golf, and tennis all beat Army. e fencing squad, again led by All-Amer- ican Bert Freeman, nished 4th in the NCAA tournament; the pistol team won the Conventional national championship; the swim team n- ished 4th in the East; the grapplers nished 1st in the East and 23rd in the NCAA tournament; the indoor track guys nished 8th at the Heptag- onals (early in the season two schools cancelled their meets against us because of Vietnam); and the lacrosse team clinched a tie for the national championship with a one-goal vic- tory over Army during June Week. Harry MacLaughlin, Len Supko, and Greg Murphy were All-Americans in that sport, and Dan Rugg was again selected to the All-America dinghy sailing team. Firsties cleaned up in the Brigade Boxing tourna- ment: Roy Golez won for the fourth
In September we enjoyed Lit- tle Anthony and the Imperials; in November it was Jerry Butler. Something had to take our minds o football, where the Big Blue only mustered one victory all season over hapless Virginia. Army even shut us out. At least the away games at Pittsburgh and Rutgers permitted some fun weekends away from the Yard. e 150-lb team, however, went undefeated and won the league championship; Bob Berger and Duke Dubia were both named First Team All-American. Soccer was 8-1-2 with one of the ties being Army and the one loss coming in the rst round of the NCAA tournament. Casey Bahr was again named an All-American and was selected for the U.S. Olympic soccer team; Dan Bowler was named All-South goalie. Cross country, gymnastics, fencing, pistol, swimming, wrestling, squash, lacrosse, baseball, golf, and tennis all beat Army. e fencing squad, again led by All-Amer- ican Bert Freeman, nished 4th in the NCAA tournament; the pistol team won the Conventional national championship; the swim team n- ished 4th in the East; the grapplers nished 1st in the East and 23rd in the NCAA tournament; the indoor track guys nished 8th at the Heptag- onals (early in the season two schools cancelled their meets against us because of Vietnam); and the lacrosse team clinched a tie for the national championship with a one-goal vic- tory over Army during June Week. Harry MacLaughlin, Len Supko, and Greg Murphy were All-Americans in that sport, and Dan Rugg was again selected to the All-America dinghy sailing team. Firsties cleaned up in the Brigade Boxing tourna- ment: Roy Golez won for the fourth
time in a row at 127 pounds (hey
Roy, wanna go a few rounds?), Norm
Carley nished on top at 135, Craig
Silverthorne won his third crown at
165, and Tom Flaherty was crowned
champ in the heavyweight division.
Roy was the rst boxer in Academy
history to receive the Tony Rubino
Four-Time Brigade Champion
Award; and Craig received the Spike
Webb Outstanding Boxer Award.
Despite the anti-military feelings on
many college campuses during our
First Class year, it is noteworthy that
Jim Smee and Bill Ferris, competing
against hundreds of other colleges
and universities, won four major
intercollegiate debate tournaments
that season, placed extremely high
in numerous others, and ultimately
nished fth in the national intercol-
legiate debate championship.
Beyond our hallowed walls on October 16 the “miracle” New York Mets won the World Series, beating the heavily favored Baltimore Orioles 4 games to 1; on November 15 the Soviet submarine K-19 collided with the American submarine USS GATO in the Barents Sea; on November 15 in Washington, DC, 250,000- 500,000 protesters staged a peaceful demonstration against the war; on November 21 the rst ARPANET link is established (the progenitor of
Beyond our hallowed walls on October 16 the “miracle” New York Mets won the World Series, beating the heavily favored Baltimore Orioles 4 games to 1; on November 15 the Soviet submarine K-19 collided with the American submarine USS GATO in the Barents Sea; on November 15 in Washington, DC, 250,000- 500,000 protesters staged a peaceful demonstration against the war; on November 21 the rst ARPANET link is established (the progenitor of
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the global Internet); and on December
1 the rst draft lottery in the United States since WWII was held.
Dan Pike was the Second set Brigade Commander beginning in early December. In December the new Commandant, Captain Coogan, announced that henceforth First Class liberty would be expanded to a 50-mile limit and extended to 0200 on Saturday nights. Christmas Leave was, of course, a highlight of the year. For those so inclined, and with a will- ing woman, engagements were the order of the day. ose of us who did not succumb often heard, “You’re not good enough for her, so why don’t you just pop the question before she gets away?” Did you sign your non-nuptial form upon your return? Some guys bought wigs while home on leave so as not to stand out so glaringly at DC and Baltimore clubs. But there was only one word to describe the feeling upon returning from Christmas Leave with nal exams inexorably only three weeks away: depressing.
One of the gutsiest classmates we have is Dan Ellison, who was editor of e Log Firstie year. Now, we all know that what makes e Log well-read in the Hall is its biting satire. e incident that justi es the adjective in the rst sentence of this paragraph, however, involves the cartoon that
1 the rst draft lottery in the United States since WWII was held.
Dan Pike was the Second set Brigade Commander beginning in early December. In December the new Commandant, Captain Coogan, announced that henceforth First Class liberty would be expanded to a 50-mile limit and extended to 0200 on Saturday nights. Christmas Leave was, of course, a highlight of the year. For those so inclined, and with a will- ing woman, engagements were the order of the day. ose of us who did not succumb often heard, “You’re not good enough for her, so why don’t you just pop the question before she gets away?” Did you sign your non-nuptial form upon your return? Some guys bought wigs while home on leave so as not to stand out so glaringly at DC and Baltimore clubs. But there was only one word to describe the feeling upon returning from Christmas Leave with nal exams inexorably only three weeks away: depressing.
One of the gutsiest classmates we have is Dan Ellison, who was editor of e Log Firstie year. Now, we all know that what makes e Log well-read in the Hall is its biting satire. e incident that justi es the adjective in the rst sentence of this paragraph, however, involves the cartoon that
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appeared in the December 1969 issue.
It showed a Marine hanging a hand
grenade on a Christmas tree. Funny
and no big deal, right? Wrong. A
senior member of the Senate Armed
Services Committee (whose name
we all remember but who will not be
reprinted here for obvious reasons),
took umbrage at this “sick” sense of
humor and clearly let the Navy pow-
ers-that-be know of her displeasure.
Of course, the proverbial you-know-
what owed downhill and our
classmate caught a major ration. Well,
what did our erstwhile editor do?
e next issue of e Log contained
a cartoon showing a grey-haired lady
at her desk with the Capitol Building
in view out her window reading e
Log and tearing her hair out while
large stacks of paper titled “ Vietnam,”
“the Soviet Union,” “the economy,” and
so forth lay unread on her desk. at
is the epitome of having large ones,
my brothers!
e Grassroots entertained
us during the Dark Ages, perhaps to take our minds o those infernal weapons labs where they tried to take brilliant writers (ahem!) and teach us
e Grassroots entertained
us during the Dark Ages, perhaps to take our minds o those infernal weapons labs where they tried to take brilliant writers (ahem!) and teach us
how to design an ingenious weapon
to blow holes in tin cans. I’m sure the
Soviets were shaking in their boots.
Or maybe they wanted to elimi-
nate from our collective memories
YP drills where we practiced con-
ning a ship, conducting ship ops via
a maneuvering board, and trying not to redesign the bulkheads lining the seawall. (Who was that classmate who hit his new car with a YP? e claims adjusters at USAA are still wondering how a car has a collision with a boat.) en there was after- dinner speaking to develop us fully
as skilled, engaging dinner partners. If they really would have desired such an outcome, they would have pro- vided us with real champagne!
Many of us were probably unaware of the event at the time, but on January 21 of our Firstie year six Mids and a Woop led suit in DC in an e ort to break the academies’ requirement for compulsory chapel attendance. is was aided by the ACLU, of course. Since the Academy later changed the compulsory chapel regs, one presumes that either this suit was successful or the policy was
a maneuvering board, and trying not to redesign the bulkheads lining the seawall. (Who was that classmate who hit his new car with a YP? e claims adjusters at USAA are still wondering how a car has a collision with a boat.) en there was after- dinner speaking to develop us fully
as skilled, engaging dinner partners. If they really would have desired such an outcome, they would have pro- vided us with real champagne!
Many of us were probably unaware of the event at the time, but on January 21 of our Firstie year six Mids and a Woop led suit in DC in an e ort to break the academies’ requirement for compulsory chapel attendance. is was aided by the ACLU, of course. Since the Academy later changed the compulsory chapel regs, one presumes that either this suit was successful or the policy was
changed in anticipation of an immi-
nent court defeat. I do recall Father
Jake Laboon bragging to his coun-
terpart at Georgetown University
(a Jesuit school) that there were more guys voluntarily attending a 0500 Mass in our chapel during the week on a Catholic holy day than in any Catholic university in the country.
Two highlights during the Dark Ages were our own Hundredth Night (funny how my own memory has been blocked out concerning the details of that day) and Service Selection Night. We had no “2-7” ceremony or what- ever it is they do now, commemorating the fact that we had served two years and had seven more to go in our com- mitment to Uncle Sam. But on Service Selection Night we rolled the dice and hoped our class standing was su - ciently elevated to get a decent billet or a start for the next phase of training not too far removed from graduation.
In the rest of the world, on Janu- ary 11 in Super Bowl IV the Kansas City Chiefs beat the heavily favored Minnesota Vikings 23-7; on Febru- ary 26 the Pontiac 2nd generation Trans Am body style was introduced; on March 5 the Nuclear Non-Prolif- eration Treaty went into e ect, after rati cation by 43 nations; on April 11 Apollo 13 ( Jim Lovell, Fred Haise, and Jack Swigert) was launched toward the Moon (classmates Ray Mast and Warren Mackensen were at Cape Canaveral for the lifto ); on April 22 the rst Earth Day was celebrated in the U.S.; on April 24 China’s rst satellite (Dong Fang Hong 1) was launched into orbit using a Long March-1 Rocket; on May 1 President Nixon ordered U.S. forces to cross into neutral Cambo- dia to root out NVA and Viet Cong troops and sanctuaries, sparking nationwide riots and leading to the Kent State shootings in which four
(a Jesuit school) that there were more guys voluntarily attending a 0500 Mass in our chapel during the week on a Catholic holy day than in any Catholic university in the country.
Two highlights during the Dark Ages were our own Hundredth Night (funny how my own memory has been blocked out concerning the details of that day) and Service Selection Night. We had no “2-7” ceremony or what- ever it is they do now, commemorating the fact that we had served two years and had seven more to go in our com- mitment to Uncle Sam. But on Service Selection Night we rolled the dice and hoped our class standing was su - ciently elevated to get a decent billet or a start for the next phase of training not too far removed from graduation.
In the rest of the world, on Janu- ary 11 in Super Bowl IV the Kansas City Chiefs beat the heavily favored Minnesota Vikings 23-7; on Febru- ary 26 the Pontiac 2nd generation Trans Am body style was introduced; on March 5 the Nuclear Non-Prolif- eration Treaty went into e ect, after rati cation by 43 nations; on April 11 Apollo 13 ( Jim Lovell, Fred Haise, and Jack Swigert) was launched toward the Moon (classmates Ray Mast and Warren Mackensen were at Cape Canaveral for the lifto ); on April 22 the rst Earth Day was celebrated in the U.S.; on April 24 China’s rst satellite (Dong Fang Hong 1) was launched into orbit using a Long March-1 Rocket; on May 1 President Nixon ordered U.S. forces to cross into neutral Cambo- dia to root out NVA and Viet Cong troops and sanctuaries, sparking nationwide riots and leading to the Kent State shootings in which four
students were killed by the Ohio
National Guard at an anti-war protest
on May 4; and on May 9 100,000
people demonstrated against the Viet-
nam War in Washington.
ere was even a bit of snow on Easter Sunday (but not nearly as much as during the two large snowfalls we encountered earlier in the year), and the NAFAC and the Masqueraders were interesting diversions from the routine. We also enjoyed watching the Young Rascals perform.
Spring Break brought our new cars out into the open; we could park them in the Yard and spend more time attending to them (not count- ing the YP encounter). Cars meant more private time with our OAO and road rallies for those inclined. Some of us just spent time putting mileage
ere was even a bit of snow on Easter Sunday (but not nearly as much as during the two large snowfalls we encountered earlier in the year), and the NAFAC and the Masqueraders were interesting diversions from the routine. We also enjoyed watching the Young Rascals perform.
Spring Break brought our new cars out into the open; we could park them in the Yard and spend more time attending to them (not count- ing the YP encounter). Cars meant more private time with our OAO and road rallies for those inclined. Some of us just spent time putting mileage
on our new set of wheels. After all,
one needed 500 miles on that puppy
to “ break it in” before it could really
be aired out, right? More of us were
learning how to SCUBA dive and this
leave period was an optimum time to
practice our new nautical skills in a
warmer clime. I remember the night
of my SCUBA quali cation test in
the natatorium was on a Sunday
steak night, and I was so full I almost
drowned! I got permission to com-
plete the test the following Sunday.
Speaking of the natatorium, who
could forget the leap from the 30-foot
tower (once you climbed up, they
wouldn’t let you climb down; you had
to jump) or the annual progression of
onerous swimming tests culminating
with an hour swim in whiteworks and
tennis shoes (with at least a hundred
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of your favorite classmates) during
which you could not touch the edges of the pool? Our prayers go out to those classmates who spent time on the sub squad trying to pass those blessed swimming tests.
Bill Currer was named the ird Set Brigade Commander. Of course, with Spring comes weekly dress P-rades. Since we now led the Bri- gade, we had a little more to worry about during these evolutions. Just pray no one changed around all the company blocks on Worden Field. Company drill competition followed, as well. Is the rumor true that the platoon commander of the very last- place platoon in this competition even forgot to have his men x bayonets? We had the trusty ol’ nine-pound M1 to lug around; what does an M14,
which you could not touch the edges of the pool? Our prayers go out to those classmates who spent time on the sub squad trying to pass those blessed swimming tests.
Bill Currer was named the ird Set Brigade Commander. Of course, with Spring comes weekly dress P-rades. Since we now led the Bri- gade, we had a little more to worry about during these evolutions. Just pray no one changed around all the company blocks on Worden Field. Company drill competition followed, as well. Is the rumor true that the platoon commander of the very last- place platoon in this competition even forgot to have his men x bayonets? We had the trusty ol’ nine-pound M1 to lug around; what does an M14,
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the current parade piece, weigh? And
do they really no longer x bayo- nets – lest they hurt themselves?
Our nal exams, our “no more rivers to cross,” nally arrived, and we collectively heaved a huge sigh of relief when they were behind us. Dead Week saw us scattered to the winds and/or making nal June Week preparations. June Week itself, was a major “come around” for many of us, while we attempted to keep family and girlfriend happy as they cohabited in a usually too-small June Week cot- tage while awaiting our arrival from the Hall. And, oh by the way, some of us even had an occasional watch to stand, and there were several com- mand performances. It was a trying time; we just enjoyed the Blue Angels and kept focused on what was coming at the end of the week.
e Color Parade was memorable, especially because it was our last, and our immersion in the Re ection Pool of the Library Assembly Area will never be forgotten. How many of you knew that our classmates in the Anchor Company of that year’s Bri- gade Competition intended to begin a new USNA tradition: to march in the color parade with a guidon trimmed in black? at would have happened except that a smack of a Segundo heard of the plans and blew the whistle to the Company O cer, so the proud, notorious 13th Company just marched without a guidon! At the opposite end of the spectrum, 32nd Company, under the leadership of Ed Giambastiani (a sign of great things to come) was Color Company for the second year in a row.
On a humorous note, after one June Week Parade a certain Company O cer was watching his Company as they were marching o Worden Field and proceeding toward the road behind the O’Club. As the Company
do they really no longer x bayo- nets – lest they hurt themselves?
Our nal exams, our “no more rivers to cross,” nally arrived, and we collectively heaved a huge sigh of relief when they were behind us. Dead Week saw us scattered to the winds and/or making nal June Week preparations. June Week itself, was a major “come around” for many of us, while we attempted to keep family and girlfriend happy as they cohabited in a usually too-small June Week cot- tage while awaiting our arrival from the Hall. And, oh by the way, some of us even had an occasional watch to stand, and there were several com- mand performances. It was a trying time; we just enjoyed the Blue Angels and kept focused on what was coming at the end of the week.
e Color Parade was memorable, especially because it was our last, and our immersion in the Re ection Pool of the Library Assembly Area will never be forgotten. How many of you knew that our classmates in the Anchor Company of that year’s Bri- gade Competition intended to begin a new USNA tradition: to march in the color parade with a guidon trimmed in black? at would have happened except that a smack of a Segundo heard of the plans and blew the whistle to the Company O cer, so the proud, notorious 13th Company just marched without a guidon! At the opposite end of the spectrum, 32nd Company, under the leadership of Ed Giambastiani (a sign of great things to come) was Color Company for the second year in a row.
On a humorous note, after one June Week Parade a certain Company O cer was watching his Company as they were marching o Worden Field and proceeding toward the road behind the O’Club. As the Company
crossed the road, a small voice broke
from the crowd, “Daddy! Daddy!”
Most of the Company broke out
laughing, as they knew who “Daddy”
was. e Company O cer sup-
posedly said later that he always
wondered why there was that photo
in a certain Mid’s locker.
If people ask you what was the happiest moment of your life, how many of you do not say, “ e moment I threw my cap in the air when I graduated from Annapolis?” On 3 June 1970 the Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium never looked more beautiful. Although some of us were disappointed that President Nixon chose not to address our gradua- tion, Admiral John S. McCain, Jr., CINCPAC, was more than an ade- quate ll-in. Not to overuse the word but he was memorable. Five foot four and full of p__ and vinegar!
If people ask you what was the happiest moment of your life, how many of you do not say, “ e moment I threw my cap in the air when I graduated from Annapolis?” On 3 June 1970 the Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium never looked more beautiful. Although some of us were disappointed that President Nixon chose not to address our gradua- tion, Admiral John S. McCain, Jr., CINCPAC, was more than an ade- quate ll-in. Not to overuse the word but he was memorable. Five foot four and full of p__ and vinegar!
in the Marine Corps (12.4%). e
Alumni Association says that three
were actually commissioned in the Air
Force. Funny how the Registrar didn’t
know about them (spies, maybe??).
(OK, I know some of you retentive
math majors noticed that the numbers
don’t add up. Sorry. at’s what the
Registrar’s O ce gave me.)
Eleven of the Class were selected for the Advanced Science and Engi- neering Program, 24 were selected for the U.S. Naval Postgraduate School, 13 were selected for the Navy-spon- sored Civilian schools program, 13 were selected for individual scholar- ships, six were selected for Guggenheim Fellowships, and eight were selected as Olmsted Scholar candidates. Four were actually selected as Olmsted Scholars: Stan Weeks, Jim Smee, Dave Faucher, and Fred (Corky) Peck.
Compared to the classes preceding ours (going back to ’61), we had the second highest attrition rate (37.8%). Only ’68 beat us, and that was only by a tenth of a point. e class of ’62 had an attrition rate of only 27.6%.
Eleven of the Class were selected for the Advanced Science and Engi- neering Program, 24 were selected for the U.S. Naval Postgraduate School, 13 were selected for the Navy-spon- sored Civilian schools program, 13 were selected for individual scholar- ships, six were selected for Guggenheim Fellowships, and eight were selected as Olmsted Scholar candidates. Four were actually selected as Olmsted Scholars: Stan Weeks, Jim Smee, Dave Faucher, and Fred (Corky) Peck.
Compared to the classes preceding ours (going back to ’61), we had the second highest attrition rate (37.8%). Only ’68 beat us, and that was only by a tenth of a point. e class of ’62 had an attrition rate of only 27.6%.
Actually 825 of us graduated on
3 June; six graduated on 31 July, and
one graduated sometime after that.
According to the Registrar, 842 com-
prised the Class of ’70 “membership
at the end of the course.” Two com-
pleted the four-year course, but were
“de cient in the second semester and
honorably discharged” and one was
turned back due to illness. So, 838 Chapel; some not. All of us went
3 June; six graduated on 31 July, and
one graduated sometime after that.
According to the Registrar, 842 com-
prised the Class of ’70 “membership
at the end of the course.” Two com-
pleted the four-year course, but were
“de cient in the second semester and
honorably discharged” and one was
turned back due to illness. So, 838 Chapel; some not. All of us went
graduated and were awarded degrees.
Steve Zavadil graduated at the top
of our class; Preston Rusch was our
Anchor Man and $838 richer. Two
were not commissioned, being physi-
cally disquali ed; one had his physical
status “pending and to be reevaluated”
in June 1971; and four were foreign
nationals (two from the Philippines,
one from Peru, and one from Pan-
ama). Of those commissioned, 710
were unrestricted Navy line, one was
unrestricted line in the Naval Reserve;
twelve were Supply Corps, ve were
Civil Engineer Corps, and 103 were
commissioned as Second Lieutenants
on commissioning leave to unwind,
to recreate, and to get ready to join
the “real” Navy. We said goodbye to
the gents we’d intimately spent the
last four years with, especially our
roomies, our “wives.” Some classmates
we would never see again. Some
of us went immediately to gradu-
ate school, 103 to Quantico for e
Basic School, others to nuclear power
school, some to ight school, some
lucky ones stayed and taught sailing
to the class of ’74 Plebes prior to our
next assignments, and some directly
to ships. Some unlucky ones got stuck
in duty as library or recruiting o cers
ATHE 1970s
fter graduation, a good many of
us got married – some in e
(or some such mundane assignment)
awaiting their respective schools to
start. In short, we scattered to the
four winds and began paying back
Uncle Sam for our wonderful free
education as junior o cers and lead-
ers of men!
As we established ourselves in our profession, absence from home was a common theme. is caused some to get out after our mandatory obligation had been ful lled. Others thrived on it. Most of us missed the war of our generation, Vietnam, but a small number picked duty on river patrol boats so as not to miss out on the action; some received their wings of gold in time to y missions over North and South Vietnam; and a very few were in special warfare opera- tions doing the dirty, mean work of up-close warfare. A number of the Class of 1970 proudly served on various surface ships from 1970 to the war’s end in 1973. We patrolled up and down the coast, provided Naval Gun Fire Support for the Marines and Army, and performed plane guard duties for the Carriers; and some participated in Operation
As we established ourselves in our profession, absence from home was a common theme. is caused some to get out after our mandatory obligation had been ful lled. Others thrived on it. Most of us missed the war of our generation, Vietnam, but a small number picked duty on river patrol boats so as not to miss out on the action; some received their wings of gold in time to y missions over North and South Vietnam; and a very few were in special warfare opera- tions doing the dirty, mean work of up-close warfare. A number of the Class of 1970 proudly served on various surface ships from 1970 to the war’s end in 1973. We patrolled up and down the coast, provided Naval Gun Fire Support for the Marines and Army, and performed plane guard duties for the Carriers; and some participated in Operation
End Sweep – removing mines from
Haiphong Harbor. Some of us earned
the Combat Action Ribbon as well as
other medals and ribbons associated
with service in and around the waters
of Vietnam. At least one classmate
who left us during Segundo year has
regaled us with his exploits as a gun-
ner on a PBR; hairy stu . Dan Rugg
was aboard HIGBEE when that ship
was bombed by a North Vietnam-
ese MIG. And Lynn Widener, Mike
Kuhne, and Reed Clark were serving
in USS MAHAN and responded to
aerial attacks on USS WORDEN
(DLG 18) – which turned out to have
been “friendly re” from our own Air
Force. And lest we forget, a number
of our blackshoes and aviators aided
in the rescue of the SS MAYAGUEZ
in 1975.
Meanwhile, the Rickoverites
were burning the midnight oil getting through nuclear power school; others were cutting holes in the sky working toward their wings; still others were already standing bridge and engi- neering watches aboard ship as they punched their cards for promotion to department head.
Meanwhile, the Rickoverites
were burning the midnight oil getting through nuclear power school; others were cutting holes in the sky working toward their wings; still others were already standing bridge and engi- neering watches aboard ship as they punched their cards for promotion to department head.
e rst ten years, serving as
junior o cers in the best and most
technically-advanced Navy in the
world was exciting. We were put-
ting our training as young leaders
into practice for, as you well know,
you can’t fool a bunch of White
Hats. ey soon know who’s “got it”
and who doesn’t. Such is especially
the case in the Corps with a squad
of grunts. You lead by example, not
by ordering people around. By the
way, in 1976, they permitted the rst
women to join the Brigade of Mid-
shipmen. Now, 17-20% of each class
is female.
As we put on our baby stripe as LTJGs after 18 months – 15 months for some – (it now takes two years), more and more responsibility was handed to us, and as we approached O-3, we were starting to get the hang of it. We were being awarded our wings of gold, our dolphins, and our surface warfare badges. One class- mate, Frank Lord, earned both of the last two and was just short of his wings when he DORed! We were serving in Norfolk, San Diego, Long Beach, Oakland, Honolulu, Mayport, Jacksonville, Pensacola, Kingsville, Newport, Philadelphia, Whidbey Island, Portsmouth, Pt. Mugu, and a host of other places. Operational ship drivers were visiting ports like Naples, Holy Loch, London, Malaga, Athens, Barcelona, Hamburg, Rotterdam, Yokosuka, Subic Bay, Hong Kong, Sasebo, Guam, and various others where liberty meant fun times and scenic sites. We spent way too much money in places like Hong Kong try- ing to get “deals” on clothes, watches, cameras, electronics, and booze. If we were married, we would add to that list linens, atware, and china. Some classmates returned to the Boys’ School on the Severn as profs or as Company O cers.
As we put on our baby stripe as LTJGs after 18 months – 15 months for some – (it now takes two years), more and more responsibility was handed to us, and as we approached O-3, we were starting to get the hang of it. We were being awarded our wings of gold, our dolphins, and our surface warfare badges. One class- mate, Frank Lord, earned both of the last two and was just short of his wings when he DORed! We were serving in Norfolk, San Diego, Long Beach, Oakland, Honolulu, Mayport, Jacksonville, Pensacola, Kingsville, Newport, Philadelphia, Whidbey Island, Portsmouth, Pt. Mugu, and a host of other places. Operational ship drivers were visiting ports like Naples, Holy Loch, London, Malaga, Athens, Barcelona, Hamburg, Rotterdam, Yokosuka, Subic Bay, Hong Kong, Sasebo, Guam, and various others where liberty meant fun times and scenic sites. We spent way too much money in places like Hong Kong try- ing to get “deals” on clothes, watches, cameras, electronics, and booze. If we were married, we would add to that list linens, atware, and china. Some classmates returned to the Boys’ School on the Severn as profs or as Company O cers.
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Some of us made the decision to
join CIVLANT after our obligation
was ful lled, and we joined others still
wearing a blue suit in going to gradu-
ate school to either further our careers
or to start new ones, perhaps in the
professions. We joined the ranks of
those in the corporate world and, if
we were lucky, got junior management
slots in the burgeoning IT world as it
began to take o . Some of us got out,
and after checking out what the “real
world” had to o er, got back in. Many
of us joined the vaunted military-
industrial complex to further the aims
of our nation from a di erent vantage
point. A great many of us, not want-
ing to sever totally our connection to
that ne out t known as the Navy,
stayed in the Reserves. A great many
of us made O-6 that way.
In the Western world, liberal values that began in the 1960s, such as increasing political awareness, the political and economic liberty of women, and the environmental movement, continued to grow. As the Vietnam War wound down, the coun- terculture receded, leaving its distrust of authority, longer hair, and rock
In the Western world, liberal values that began in the 1960s, such as increasing political awareness, the political and economic liberty of women, and the environmental movement, continued to grow. As the Vietnam War wound down, the coun- terculture receded, leaving its distrust of authority, longer hair, and rock
music as its primary legacy. Much of
the West experienced an economic
recession due to an oil crisis caused by
an oil embargo by Arab countries in
partial payback for the West’s sup-
port of Israel during two con icts in
the last decade. Meanwhile, Japan’s
economy boomed. e economic
crisis at home saw the rst instance
of stag ation with rising prices but
sluggish economic growth causing
the U.S. economy to have its worst
ten-year performance since the Great
Depression. In Asia, Communist
China started liberalizing its markets
after the death of long-time leader
Mao Zedong and its acceptance
into the United Nations. e Soviet
Union invaded Afghanistan where
it stayed for ten years before pulling
back in defeat. International economic
competition heated up as industrial-
ized countries were forced to compete
with Latin American and Asian low-
priced labor in the manufacture of
textiles, consumer goods, and spare
parts. Only the advent of the com-
puter revolution kept the U.S. at the
forefront of industrial performance.
Domestically, in 1972 Richard
Domestically, in 1972 Richard
Nixon was overwhelmingly reelected
President but was caused to resign
due to the Watergate scandal, leaving
his appointed Vice President, Gerald
Ford, as President. Ford helped put
that scandal behind us, but his par-
don of Nixon helped Academy grad
Jimmy Carter defeat him in 1976.
What followed was a period of eco-
nomic and spiritual malaise enabling
Californian Ronald Reagan to defeat
Carter in 1980, sweeping in the rst
Republican-held Senate since the
Eisenhower Administration.
e end of the 1970s saw a retrenchment in the nation’s invest- ment in our military infrastructure. Accordingly, a number of observers believed that many senior military o cials shirked their responsibili- ties by overly cutting budgets and using the services as social experiment laboratories more than as established military cadres. is forced many conscientious classmates to choose life outside their continuous tenure in the Navy, despite the intentions of many, from the outset, to make the Navy their entire life’s work.
DTHE 1980s uring the 1980s, our class entered the mid-rank cadre
of Naval and Marine Corps units. Department Head, XO, and CO billets were taken on and mastered in the naval service, such as Mike Malone’s command of the carrier USS ENTERPRISE, Ed Fahy’s command of USS JOHN F. KENNEDY, Larry Baucom’s command of USS CARL VINSON, Mark Flaherty’s command of USS TRUXTUN, and countless others. Our Marine counterparts took on battalion and regimental ranks, designated as eld grades. By this time, most classmates still wearing a uniform had been to graduate school, perhaps the U.S. Naval Postgraduate
e end of the 1970s saw a retrenchment in the nation’s invest- ment in our military infrastructure. Accordingly, a number of observers believed that many senior military o cials shirked their responsibili- ties by overly cutting budgets and using the services as social experiment laboratories more than as established military cadres. is forced many conscientious classmates to choose life outside their continuous tenure in the Navy, despite the intentions of many, from the outset, to make the Navy their entire life’s work.
DTHE 1980s uring the 1980s, our class entered the mid-rank cadre
of Naval and Marine Corps units. Department Head, XO, and CO billets were taken on and mastered in the naval service, such as Mike Malone’s command of the carrier USS ENTERPRISE, Ed Fahy’s command of USS JOHN F. KENNEDY, Larry Baucom’s command of USS CARL VINSON, Mark Flaherty’s command of USS TRUXTUN, and countless others. Our Marine counterparts took on battalion and regimental ranks, designated as eld grades. By this time, most classmates still wearing a uniform had been to graduate school, perhaps the U.S. Naval Postgraduate
School in Monterey where they
enjoyed the coniferous surroundings,
balmy breezes, and golf courses. Some
had perhaps been to the Naval War
College in Newport or the National
War College or the Industrial College
of the Armed Forces at Fort McNair
in Washington. In fact, many more
classmates were now being cycled
back into the DC maelstrom for spots
in the Pentagon or NavAir, NavSea,
BuPers, or joint billets, since “joint”
now seemed to be the ticket for pro-
motion. For many, this second decade
was their rst real shore duty since
graduation. It was a time to strengthen
their family bonds or to begin a new
family, since the long years at sea or
deployment overseas had caused havoc
within many families.
e 1980s saw increased eco- nomic vitality, fueled in large part by multinational corporations, throughout much of the world. Under President Reagan, the country enjoyed almost a decade of peace and prosperity. However, much manu- facturing capacity was transferred from North America and Europe to Mexico and the thriving countries of
e 1980s saw increased eco- nomic vitality, fueled in large part by multinational corporations, throughout much of the world. Under President Reagan, the country enjoyed almost a decade of peace and prosperity. However, much manu- facturing capacity was transferred from North America and Europe to Mexico and the thriving countries of
Eastern Asia (plus newly-emergent
China). At the end of the decade, the
Cold War ended when many former
countries in the Warsaw Pact threw
o their communist governments,
and people throughout Eastern and
Central Europe demanded freedom
from the oppression they had borne
since WWII. e Soviet Union
collapsed, the Warsaw Pact disinte-
grated with countries breaking away,
and Russia underwent an economic
depression. In the developing world,
struggling countries faced onerous
nancial and social burdens and peti-
tioned the International Monetary
Fund and the World Bank for loan
forgiveness or restructured debt.
is decade saw the largest increase
in population in the planet’s his-
tory, particularly in the Middle East,
South Asia, and Africa. For the rst
time ever, trade between Latin Amer-
ica and Asia equaled that between
Western Europe and North America.
ITHE 1990s n the 1990s, our class began to reach the zeniths of our careers.
In Gulf War I in January/February
ITHE 1990s n the 1990s, our class began to reach the zeniths of our careers.
In Gulf War I in January/February
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1991, our classmate, Clay Grubb, led
the Marine paratroopers who spear- headed the Arab forces that retook Kuwait City, breaking through to the Kuwaiti resistance occupying the inner city and then linking with the Marine Division approaching from the southwest. In 36 days of direct ground combat including three intense days in the City of Kha i and numerous border skirmishes, as well as reconnaissance in and the charge through Kuwait, his units su ered only one minor American casu- alty. He was warned by at least one classmate that 42 was a little old to still be jumping out of perfectly good airplanes! Clay does brag that he is the last commander in history to be assigned a direct support battleship (USS WISCONSIN) in combat. We also had a number of classmates who began to be selected for major com- mand billets.
Others also were stepping into major executive slots in the civilian world. Dan Akerson became CEO of General Instrument, Nextel, MCI, and the Carlyle Group; Bob Prince was CEO of Duratek for 22 years; Kevin Sharer was CEO of Amgen; Jack Johnson was CEO of Active IQ; Mark Crisson was CEO of Tacoma Power; Bill Currer was CEO of Channel Master, Cogent, and now of Scot Inc.(IL); Ken Keymer was CEO of Taco Bell, Sonic, and other food service companies; Jim Langdon was CEO of Andros Analyzers, Cal Zeiss Meditec, and Oraya erapeutics (all medical technology rms); Mike Malone was President of Skarven Enterprise; Cutler Dawson is cur- rently President and CEO of Navy Federal Credit Union, the largest credit union in the world; and Steve Reinemund became CEO of Frito- Lay and then Pepsico and is now the dean of both the Undergraduate
the Marine paratroopers who spear- headed the Arab forces that retook Kuwait City, breaking through to the Kuwaiti resistance occupying the inner city and then linking with the Marine Division approaching from the southwest. In 36 days of direct ground combat including three intense days in the City of Kha i and numerous border skirmishes, as well as reconnaissance in and the charge through Kuwait, his units su ered only one minor American casu- alty. He was warned by at least one classmate that 42 was a little old to still be jumping out of perfectly good airplanes! Clay does brag that he is the last commander in history to be assigned a direct support battleship (USS WISCONSIN) in combat. We also had a number of classmates who began to be selected for major com- mand billets.
Others also were stepping into major executive slots in the civilian world. Dan Akerson became CEO of General Instrument, Nextel, MCI, and the Carlyle Group; Bob Prince was CEO of Duratek for 22 years; Kevin Sharer was CEO of Amgen; Jack Johnson was CEO of Active IQ; Mark Crisson was CEO of Tacoma Power; Bill Currer was CEO of Channel Master, Cogent, and now of Scot Inc.(IL); Ken Keymer was CEO of Taco Bell, Sonic, and other food service companies; Jim Langdon was CEO of Andros Analyzers, Cal Zeiss Meditec, and Oraya erapeutics (all medical technology rms); Mike Malone was President of Skarven Enterprise; Cutler Dawson is cur- rently President and CEO of Navy Federal Credit Union, the largest credit union in the world; and Steve Reinemund became CEO of Frito- Lay and then Pepsico and is now the dean of both the Undergraduate
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and Graduate Schools of Business
at Wake Forest University. Mark Crisson, Woody Sutton, and Brian McCoy have been CEOs of trade associations, and Roger Hill was the Chief Operating O cer of Historic St. Mary’s City, Maryland. ere are amongst us at least a dozen dentists and at least a like number of physi- cians. ere are also at least three ordained ministers. Don’t even ask about lawyers!
Worldwide, a combination of fac- tors, including the mass mobilization of capital markets and the dissolu- tion of the Soviet Union, led to a realignment and reconsolidation of economic and political power. Living standards and democratic governance generally improved in many areas of the world, notably East Asia, Eastern Europe, Latin America, and South Africa. However, new ethnic con icts emerged in Africa, the Caucasus, and the Balkans; and the Middle East continued to be a cauldron of con ict. Many countries, institu- tions, companies, and organizations were prosperous during the 1990s, and the West experienced steady economic growth for much of the decade. Oil and gas were discovered in many countries in the former Soviet bloc, leading to economic growth and wider adoption of trade among nations. ese trends were also fueled by inexpensive fossil energy in a time of low petroleum prices caused by a glut of oil. Political stability and decreased militarization due to the winding down of the Cold War led to economic development and higher standards of living for many peoples. e United States found itself to be the world’s lone superpower.
e country experienced its lon- gest period of economic expansion during the decade. Personal incomes doubled from the recession in 1990,
at Wake Forest University. Mark Crisson, Woody Sutton, and Brian McCoy have been CEOs of trade associations, and Roger Hill was the Chief Operating O cer of Historic St. Mary’s City, Maryland. ere are amongst us at least a dozen dentists and at least a like number of physi- cians. ere are also at least three ordained ministers. Don’t even ask about lawyers!
Worldwide, a combination of fac- tors, including the mass mobilization of capital markets and the dissolu- tion of the Soviet Union, led to a realignment and reconsolidation of economic and political power. Living standards and democratic governance generally improved in many areas of the world, notably East Asia, Eastern Europe, Latin America, and South Africa. However, new ethnic con icts emerged in Africa, the Caucasus, and the Balkans; and the Middle East continued to be a cauldron of con ict. Many countries, institu- tions, companies, and organizations were prosperous during the 1990s, and the West experienced steady economic growth for much of the decade. Oil and gas were discovered in many countries in the former Soviet bloc, leading to economic growth and wider adoption of trade among nations. ese trends were also fueled by inexpensive fossil energy in a time of low petroleum prices caused by a glut of oil. Political stability and decreased militarization due to the winding down of the Cold War led to economic development and higher standards of living for many peoples. e United States found itself to be the world’s lone superpower.
e country experienced its lon- gest period of economic expansion during the decade. Personal incomes doubled from the recession in 1990,
and there was higher productiv-
ity overall. In Western Europe, the
European Union was established, cre-
ating a freedom of movement among
member states, such as the 1992 and
1995 free trade agreements, a single
currency, and a trading bloc to rival
the economic power of the U.S. We
countered with the North American
Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA),
which phased out trade barriers
among the United States, Mexico,
and Canada. Financial crises hit East
and Southeast Asia, especially Japan,
in 1997 and 1998 after a long period
of incredible economic development.
Speci c major events included the
Iraqi invasion of Kuwait on August 2,
1990, and the subsequent Gulf War
in 1991; the German reuni cation
on October 3, 1990, as a result of the
fall of the Berlin Wall; the breakup
of Yugoslavia beginning on June 25,
1991, after the republics of Croatia
and Slovenia declared independence
from Yugoslavia, which was followed
by the subsequent Yugoslav wars,
involving NATO and the U.S.; the
World Wide Web became publicly
available on the Internet on August 6,
1991, greatly accelerating the expan-
sion of public use of the Internet;
and the Moscow coup and subse-
quent breakup of the Soviet Union
on December 21, 1991, ushered in a
new era. Domestically, Reagan’s vice
president, George H.W. Bush, suc-
ceeded him in the top spot, but he
was defeated for reelection by Arkan-
sas governor Bill Clinton in 1992 who
was easily reelected in 1996.
ITHE 2000s n the rst decade of the 21st Century, the seminal event was
clearly the attack by radical Muslims crashing commercial airliners into the World Trade Center buildings and the Pentagon. at caused the
ITHE 2000s n the rst decade of the 21st Century, the seminal event was
clearly the attack by radical Muslims crashing commercial airliners into the World Trade Center buildings and the Pentagon. at caused the
economy to tailspin and the national
spirit to rst be depressed and then
to rise to new heights. e nation
responded by invading Afghani-
stan and Iraq to root out Al Qaida/
Taliban and Saddam Hussein, respec-
tively. We still have troops in both
countries joined in various degrees
by our NATO allies. After a period
of decline, Russia under the leader-
ship of Vladimir Putin, former head
of the KGB, is newly emergent and
overly bellicose, both in its unwar-
ranted invasion of Georgia, a former
Soviet state, but also in its economic
blackmail of Western Europe which
unwisely became over-dependent
on the Russian bear for natural gas
supplies. China has become a major
economic power – and the U.S.’s
major trading partner; however, lax
regulatory, copyright, and quality
control procedures have held back
its ultimate potential growth. China
and India both have ourished as
multinational corporations increas-
ingly take their manufacturing – and
as of late their service and customer
operations – o shore. Many fast-
growing economies throughout the
world, especially in Asia, have been a
major factor in the rapidly increasing
demand for fossil fuels, which – along
with fewer new petroleum nds,
greater extraction costs, and political
turmoil – forced two other trends: a
soar in the price of petroleum prod-
ucts and a push by governments and
businesses to promote the develop-
ment of environmentally friendly
technology. However, a side-e ect to
the push by some industrial nations
to “go green” and utilize biofuels has
been a decrease in the supply of food
and a subsequent increase in food
prices. is, in turn, may threaten the
world’s poorer nations with an even
more severe food shortage.
Politically, after eight years of
Politically, after eight years of
a Democratic administration, the
country was ready for a change and
former President Bush’s son, George
W. Bush, defeated Clinton’s VP, Al
Gore, in 2000. Bush was reelected
in 2004, but the domestic debate
over our continued involvement in
the Iraqi con ict and the Republi-
can-controlled Congress’ rampant
spending caused a voter backlash to
return Democrats to power in 2006
in Congress and in the 2008 presi-
dential election when Barack Obama
defeated Annapolis grad Senator John
S. McCain, III.
Lax federal regulation of the nancial sector and uncommon greed among the investor class caused a major U.S. bank failure in early 2008 and raised fears of many more to come unless the government stepped in. Despite the government’s bailing out one of these major banks and the nation’s largest insurance company, the tremendous increase in home foreclo- sures cratered the economy and caused the Stock Market to crash, in turn causing a major credit crunch. With fears of a new depression, govern- ment intrusion into private economic decisions became the order of the day – including the virtual takeover of
Lax federal regulation of the nancial sector and uncommon greed among the investor class caused a major U.S. bank failure in early 2008 and raised fears of many more to come unless the government stepped in. Despite the government’s bailing out one of these major banks and the nation’s largest insurance company, the tremendous increase in home foreclo- sures cratered the economy and caused the Stock Market to crash, in turn causing a major credit crunch. With fears of a new depression, govern- ment intrusion into private economic decisions became the order of the day – including the virtual takeover of
both General Motors and Chrysler.
SUMMARY OF WACCOMPLiSHMENTS
ith the retirement of Vice
Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Sta Ed Giambastiani in October 2007, our class has collectively retired from the Naval Service. Gentle- men, pat yourselves on the back, for we did pretty well. Some 153 of us achieved the rank of O-6 in either the Navy or Marine Corps. Sixteen made Rear Admiral, ve made Vice Admiral, and three made Admi- ral. On the Marine Corps side, we had one Brigadier General and two Major Generals. Ed Giambastiani, in addition to having held the number two military job in the nation, was NATO’s rst Supreme Allied Com- mander Transformation (SACT) and the commander of U.S. Joint Forces Command (USJFCOM); Tom Fargo was CINCPAC; and John Nath- man was Commander Fleet Forces Command (previously known as CINCLANTFLT). Ed was recently added to the Board of Directors of a small rm called Boeing.
Woody Sutton became a
SUMMARY OF WACCOMPLiSHMENTS
ith the retirement of Vice
Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Sta Ed Giambastiani in October 2007, our class has collectively retired from the Naval Service. Gentle- men, pat yourselves on the back, for we did pretty well. Some 153 of us achieved the rank of O-6 in either the Navy or Marine Corps. Sixteen made Rear Admiral, ve made Vice Admiral, and three made Admi- ral. On the Marine Corps side, we had one Brigadier General and two Major Generals. Ed Giambastiani, in addition to having held the number two military job in the nation, was NATO’s rst Supreme Allied Com- mander Transformation (SACT) and the commander of U.S. Joint Forces Command (USJFCOM); Tom Fargo was CINCPAC; and John Nath- man was Commander Fleet Forces Command (previously known as CINCLANTFLT). Ed was recently added to the Board of Directors of a small rm called Boeing.
Woody Sutton became a
Commerce Department Assistant
Secretary (three-star equivalent),
Tim McLain was General Counsel
at the Veterans Department (three-
star equivalent), Kirk Van Tine was
General Counsel (three-star equiva-
lent) and Deputy Secretary (four-star
equivalent) at the Transportation
Department, Nick Williams was
Deputy Assistant Secretary for
Operations (two-star equivalent) at
Treasury, and I was a Deputy Assis-
tant Secretary (two-star equivalent)
of Energy. John Grossenbacher is
currently the President of the Battelle
Energy Alliance and Director of the
Idaho National Laboratory. Not bad
for a bunch of disgruntled sit-inners!
Classmate Bill Daugherty was a
17-year veteran with the CIA and was
one of the 53 American Embassy hos-
tages held by the Iranians for almost
two years.
As for academia, Ron Machtley is President of Bryant University, Dick Gurnon heads the Massachusetts Maritime Academy, and Dave Ellison is the president of the National Defense Intelligence College (and was formerly president of the New Mexico Mili- tary Institute after heading the Naval
As for academia, Ron Machtley is President of Bryant University, Dick Gurnon heads the Massachusetts Maritime Academy, and Dave Ellison is the president of the National Defense Intelligence College (and was formerly president of the New Mexico Mili- tary Institute after heading the Naval
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Postgraduate School in Monterey
in his “twilight” tour as an O-7).
As for elected o cials Russ
Hauck was mayor of Altamonte Springs, FL, from 1999 to 2008, Bob Baker is a sitting Council Member in San Clemente, CA, Dan Ellison is a City Commissioner of Helena, MT, and I was vice mayor of Falls Church, VA. Also, Roy Golez has served the Republic of the Philippines as Post- master General, National Security Advisor and as such a member of the Cabinet, and ve-term Congress- man. Eloy Bermudes was elected a Senator in Guam. But, damn, we had only one U.S. Congressman (Ron Machtley from Rhode Island), so
let’s get to it, guys! at’s the good news. e bad?
As of this writing, 80 of our number are deceased. Twenty of these were “operationally killed” (all aviation accidents), two of whom were not recovered. But one bene t of having “missed” the Vietnam War was that we lost no classmates in combat.
SACKNOWLEDGMENTS ince graduation the leadership of our class went from Je Schott
(1970-75) to Je Krstich (1975-80) to Terry Hu (1980-85) to Fred (Derf ) Hall (1985-2000) to Lynn Widener (2000-present). It is to these men (plus notable others) that our thanks and appreciation should continually go for their e orts in putting together our major anniver- sary reunions, representing us before the leadership cadres of the Alumni Association, deciding where our class’ donations should go. Two of these are USS LAKE ERIE, (CG 70), which classmate Bill Parks commanded and USS HOPPER (DDG 70); we spon- sor annual awards to the outstanding junior o cer and the outstanding petty o cer for leadership in both
Hauck was mayor of Altamonte Springs, FL, from 1999 to 2008, Bob Baker is a sitting Council Member in San Clemente, CA, Dan Ellison is a City Commissioner of Helena, MT, and I was vice mayor of Falls Church, VA. Also, Roy Golez has served the Republic of the Philippines as Post- master General, National Security Advisor and as such a member of the Cabinet, and ve-term Congress- man. Eloy Bermudes was elected a Senator in Guam. But, damn, we had only one U.S. Congressman (Ron Machtley from Rhode Island), so
let’s get to it, guys! at’s the good news. e bad?
As of this writing, 80 of our number are deceased. Twenty of these were “operationally killed” (all aviation accidents), two of whom were not recovered. But one bene t of having “missed” the Vietnam War was that we lost no classmates in combat.
SACKNOWLEDGMENTS ince graduation the leadership of our class went from Je Schott
(1970-75) to Je Krstich (1975-80) to Terry Hu (1980-85) to Fred (Derf ) Hall (1985-2000) to Lynn Widener (2000-present). It is to these men (plus notable others) that our thanks and appreciation should continually go for their e orts in putting together our major anniver- sary reunions, representing us before the leadership cadres of the Alumni Association, deciding where our class’ donations should go. Two of these are USS LAKE ERIE, (CG 70), which classmate Bill Parks commanded and USS HOPPER (DDG 70); we spon- sor annual awards to the outstanding junior o cer and the outstanding petty o cer for leadership in both
ships. Closer to home, we have pro-
vided nancial support to the 11th
Company Wardroom over the years.
Our class leaders have also helped keep us connected by organizing football tailgates before every home game – with added kudos here to Gino Marchetti, Rick Heaton, and Grant orpe. A special recognition must also be given to Royal Connell, who has written the class column for many, many years, as well as being the honcho for ferreting out reunion memorabilia for the class. Way to go, Royal! Also, Nick Visco deserves a big pat on the back for setting up and maintaining the Class of 1970 email list and web page, thereby enabling us to stay connected, advised, and updated. Most of these “worker bees” are residents of the Annapolis area, which is paramount in representing our interests on class matters. ese leadership burdens continue and members of the class are encouraged to step forward when and where they can, and whether or not you can serve, express your appreciation for those who are carrying the ball for us on a continual basis.
Over the past 40 years the Class of 1970 has generously “given back” to the Academy. As of this writ- ing, direct cash contributions to the Alumni Association have exceeded $8.6 Million. ese contributions have funded projects in Alumni Hall (East Concourse Landing, Music Room, Coaches Conference Room); the Academy Seal above the Visitors Center entrance; the Sail- ing Center Trophy Room; the China Station Battle Arch at Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium; Cap- stone Seminar Support; and Athletic Excellence Support.
is does not include additional untold millions of dollars in corporate matching funds and special donations
Our class leaders have also helped keep us connected by organizing football tailgates before every home game – with added kudos here to Gino Marchetti, Rick Heaton, and Grant orpe. A special recognition must also be given to Royal Connell, who has written the class column for many, many years, as well as being the honcho for ferreting out reunion memorabilia for the class. Way to go, Royal! Also, Nick Visco deserves a big pat on the back for setting up and maintaining the Class of 1970 email list and web page, thereby enabling us to stay connected, advised, and updated. Most of these “worker bees” are residents of the Annapolis area, which is paramount in representing our interests on class matters. ese leadership burdens continue and members of the class are encouraged to step forward when and where they can, and whether or not you can serve, express your appreciation for those who are carrying the ball for us on a continual basis.
Over the past 40 years the Class of 1970 has generously “given back” to the Academy. As of this writ- ing, direct cash contributions to the Alumni Association have exceeded $8.6 Million. ese contributions have funded projects in Alumni Hall (East Concourse Landing, Music Room, Coaches Conference Room); the Academy Seal above the Visitors Center entrance; the Sail- ing Center Trophy Room; the China Station Battle Arch at Navy-Marine Corps Memorial Stadium; Cap- stone Seminar Support; and Athletic Excellence Support.
is does not include additional untold millions of dollars in corporate matching funds and special donations
like Leo Williams’ negotiation of a
$10 Million contribution from his
then-employer, Ford Motor Company.
(Did you ever wonder why so many
members of the Class of 1970 drive
Fords? Now you know.) Nor does
it include individual and Company
gifts such as memorial seats in vari-
ous buildings in the yard, and other
ad hoc donations. And then there are
the many millions we gladly pay for
memberships in the Naval Academy
Alumni Association and the Blue and
Gold (Athletic Association).
Many classmates returned to the Academy as Professors, Company O cers, Battalion O cers, and other positions. Noteworthy are Tony Wat- son and Jerry Farrell, who came back as Deputy Commandant. Also wor- thy of mention are Carl Wick, who returned to USNA after a 20-year Navy career and became a member of the permanent faculty as Profes- sor, Associate Director of Research for Midshipman Research, and was for several years Systems Engineering Department Head; and Dan Rugg, who serves as Sailing Master, focusing on the training of adults and Mid- shipmen participating in the O shore Cruising program. Many others served as Naval Academy Information
Many classmates returned to the Academy as Professors, Company O cers, Battalion O cers, and other positions. Noteworthy are Tony Wat- son and Jerry Farrell, who came back as Deputy Commandant. Also wor- thy of mention are Carl Wick, who returned to USNA after a 20-year Navy career and became a member of the permanent faculty as Profes- sor, Associate Director of Research for Midshipman Research, and was for several years Systems Engineering Department Head; and Dan Rugg, who serves as Sailing Master, focusing on the training of adults and Mid- shipmen participating in the O shore Cruising program. Many others served as Naval Academy Information
O cers (Blue and Gold O cers),
representing the Naval Academy
at college fairs and career days, and
helping select future generations of
midshipmen and Navy and Marine
Corps o cers. And let us not forget
Skid Heyworth, who as a Vice Presi-
dent of the Naval Academy Alumni
Association, is strategically positioned
to provide information and support
to our endeavors. Paul Zambernardi
was head of the nancial operation
at the Alumni Association but has
moved on to other endeavors. By the
way, let me hasten to add that apolo-
gies are given if I omitted anyone for
any noteworthy thing they have done
or achieved; clearly, such an oversight
was not intentional and the fault is
mine alone.
And then there were some “intangible” gifts from our classmates: Roy Golez designed our class crest, and Chip Lancaster designed the
And then there were some “intangible” gifts from our classmates: Roy Golez designed our class crest, and Chip Lancaster designed the
now-ubiquitous head-and-shoulders
Bill the Goat logo that graces much
of what the Naval Academy Athletic
Association publishes.
As Skip aeler, editor of the 1970 Lucky Bag, put it on the last page of that publication, “ e Class of 1970, right or wrong, famous or infamous, has proven in the past four years that its individual mem- bers are, in the nal analysis, merely human beings – damn good human beings – but human beings, nonethe- less.” After 40 years, that statement remains true. “Least likely to succeed?” I don’t think so.
RING-A-DING-DING! Beat Army!
Gary Knight
As Skip aeler, editor of the 1970 Lucky Bag, put it on the last page of that publication, “ e Class of 1970, right or wrong, famous or infamous, has proven in the past four years that its individual mem- bers are, in the nal analysis, merely human beings – damn good human beings – but human beings, nonethe- less.” After 40 years, that statement remains true. “Least likely to succeed?” I don’t think so.
RING-A-DING-DING! Beat Army!
Gary Knight
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