Old Men

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I intended to work no my story but got involved in watching reruns of Mythbusters and nervier did get around to writing.   Oh, well, tomorrow is yet another day to piss away.

Nov 2013 story progress

#Lambert goes to her promotion party-part 1#

The invation card was large, very nice and called out to James Lambert. The problem was the invitation was to 

his fiance's promotion to Lieutenant. He was still a First Class Petty Officer and having a relationship with his young lady 

was against the rules. He desparately wanted to attend.

For both their sakes, he didn't dare.

The question was: how to break the news without destroying their relationship?  Doc Lambert sat in his very 

nice chair - meant for the MD the ship would probably never have - in front of his nice-for-a-Navy-desk and brooded. He 

didn't hear the visitor who knocked lightly on the door and entered Lambert's sick bay. Nor did he see his visitor looking at 

him with a wry expression when the visitor saw and recognized the card.

The visitor cleared his throat.

Doc Lambert jerked, his head snapped towards the noise and he saw his XO.  Being a well trained sailor, Doc 

James Lambert started to push his chair back to stand up.

"Stay there, Doc, I didn't mean to startle you. How are you this fine Navy afternoon?"

"Just fine, sir, what can I do for you?"

"I finished reading your preliminary study predicting possible future broken ankles based on broken feeet. Do 

you really think this is valid?"

"Yes, sir, I do. The logic seems sound although I don't quite see how a cast could damage leg tendons so badly 

they let an ankle break. But, if it is valid, we have a number of shipmates who could be at risk. Several boatswains mates, 

a couple of the gunners and engineers and one of the officers, sir, are at higher risk."

"Who are they?"

"I'm thinking of  Lieutenant Johnson,  Gunners Mate Johnny Harris, several boatswains mates, some engineers 

and a senior officer, sir."

"Who would this senior officer be?"

"An officer who broke his left foot kicking some asshole in the head, sir. I think that was rather ballsey, don't 

you, XO?"

"Actually, James, I was rather clumsey and kicked the bastard poorly. Our policeman has been teaching me 

how to kick better." 

The XO sighed; he wondered why he had gone into a "rundown redneck motherfucker bar" when he was in a 

frat. He had gone to an "All Negro College" and was feeling his oats. Now, he would never have gone near that small 

Georgia town and certainly would not have followed his frat brothers into a local bar! 

"I hope so, Sir, I hope so. With all due respect, XO, if you feel the need to go to the wrong bars, perhaps you  

should take some bodyguards with you?"

"And they would be?"

"I'm thinking of T.J., the old warrior and Moleman, who just looks scarey. I don't see what being bulky with 

mussell makes a man seem dangerous when Moleman is quite gentle and T.J. is more slender but more scarey."

"T.J. Buchannan simply projects a hard ass attitude and that may be all it takes." Then, changing the subject, 

"you got a invitation for the junior officer promotion reception?"

"Er, yes, sir, I did."

"From your young lady, Miss Parker?"

"Yes, sir, and why did you call her my 'young lady'? Sir?"

"Her XO called me and said her hoped you could attend but was afraid a First Class might not be allowed to 

attend. I told him you are on the short list for Chief promotion and I think all he heard was 'Chief' because he said a 'Chief 

can certainly be at this promotion party'. Charming man, that one."

"I'm on the Chief's list, Sir?"

"Certainly, the short list, but act surprised when my Senior Chief 'springs' the news on you. Oh, wear a nice suit, 

something in black. My old college roommate can help you with that.

He made sure the XO had left before shutting his door and calling his fiance.

==================================#2

#getting the tux#

It was a slow morning and Doc  Lambert was going over various records regarding who needed physicals and 

when did they need them. There was one sailor who planned to marry and Doc Lamberty knew he could call on his old 

teacher  Dr. Hostetler to give the future bride her first Navy physical. He wasn't worried about which nurse would monitor 

the procedings. 

He was amused to note that every Chief especially the Senior Chief, a number of the first class petty officers, 

the XO, the CO, and to his surprise, a third class cook were over 30 years of age and thus, had to have annual physicals. 

These physicals were due to a new command from the Cruiser Destroyer Type Commander. One of the XO's Yeoman had 

personally delivered the directive and briefed Doc Lambert on the contents. This had the Senior Chief's fingerprints all 

over it.

It had taken Doc Lambert under an hour to come up with his list as his records for each man listed date of 

birth. (Why he was surprised by a cook being 31 actually surprised him.)

Doc Lambert typed up a memo to the XO listing the names of those who needed physicals and offered to set up 

appointments at the convience of each individual. He put the memo in his out basket, filed the carbon and was happy to 

see the boatswain mate on roving patrol take the memo for deliver. Two minutes later, his phone range and it  was the XO.

"Doc Lambert, XO here. I have a friend who will meet us at the end of the pier. He'll arrange for you to get a 

nice suit."

"Yes, sir, er, I thought you were calling about my memo, sir."

"What memo?"

"The memo with the names of personnel needing physicals, XO."

"Ah, that just arrived. Please meet me at the quarterdeck at 10."

It was 9:37 am and Doc Lambert took about five minutes to change into his undress blues and pick out a nice 

white hat. Then, he called Dr. Hostetler to set up the Future Navy Wife's pre-marriate physical time. Dr. Hostetler's nurse 

would handle negociating the exact time.

Doc Lambert was standing on the Quarterdeck before the XO arrived slightly early.

Both left the MAXSON and went to the head of the pier where a civilian car waited. The driver, a black 

gentleman in his late 30s, got out and shook hands with the XO. Then, the XO said:

"Doc, this is Mr. Mark Dalto, one of the finest defense lawyers in Virgina. Mark, this is HM1 James  Lewis 

Lambert, the finest independent duty medic in the destroyer cruiser group. He is going to a nice social event and I need 

him to look good."

"You do?"

"I want him to make his young lady proud to be seen with him."

Doc Lambert had the accidential good grace to blush slightly and that amused the lawyer.

"Well, Doc, I  have just the person for you to meet."

Mr. Dalto drove into a suburb of Norfolk that Doc Lambert didn't know existed. There, they stopped  in front 

of a shop and went inside. An elderly gentleman, with pier nix glasses, a cloth ruler over his shoulders and a button up 

sweater stood  waiting for them. 

Mr. Dalto introduced Pier Douleur Aiguë to Foote and Lambert.

"Doctor Lambert is going to a social affair and he needs to look very nice", Mr. Dalto stated.

"I just need a nice suit, sir."

"Modest, is he? I like customers to be modest. I will pick what you will wear young Doctor Lambert!"

The old tailor called out something in a language neither Foote or Lambert recognized. A young white woman 

who was clearly not American walked in with a merry expression. 

"Again, tell us what the young Doctor needs a suit for?"

XO Foote replied: "He is going to a major party for his Young Lady and some others. The families would like 

hin to look very nice."  This was a surprise to Lambert who didn't know about being in "families".

The old man and the young woman began moving Lambert into  different positions, speaking to each other in a 

foreign language. Lambert was shocked when she squated down and measured his inseem. The lawyer made a comment 

to CDR Foote that Lambert could not hear and repeated his remark in a foreign language. The two tailors laughed merrily 

and went on with their work. Lambert would never learn that the lawyer had called him a "nervous virgin" and this had 

very much amused his XO and both tailors when the lawyer repeated the remark in Yidish. 

Four days later, Doc Lambert received a letter. It read:

Dear Doctor Lambert,

We will be calling you to the shop for your first fitting in a week . Please wear nice underwear.

Yours Sincerely, 

/s/ Michelle Marie LaFere

When James Lambert showed the letter to his fiance, she laughed heartily. Then, she took him to an upscale 

Men's Clothier - "The Gay Blade" - and helped James pick out nice underwear and thick black socks. James never learned 

how much this underware cost as "his Debra" paid while a clerk was trying to talk James into buying a fancy tie; the sale 

failed.

About a week later, Doc Lambert got a phone call from the quarterdeck.

"Doc, quarterdeck, John Semmes here, a young lady . is here to see you. She says to wear 'your civilian 

clothing'" and that her grandfather liked to see what his clients normally wore. Lucky you!"

Doc Lambert put on a pair of slacks, a matching gray shirt, and his Navy boondocks. Then, he called the XO - 

the Senior Chief in actuality - to say he was going to his tailor. The Senior Chief was quite amused... 

When Doc Lambert got to the Quarter Deck, he found the tailor's assistant telling the  Quarter Deck chief how 

he needed  a nice suit and that her Grandfather could help. The young woman then told John Semmes that a nice blue 

dress suit, a demure tie and pull over beige sweather would look best  on him.

"I don't think we've been introduced", Lambert told the young woman.

"Why, I'll help," interjected Boatswain Mate Chief Ed Berry. "Doc Lambert, this is Michelle Marie LaFere, 

who moved to Norfolk from Poland when she was a child. Miss LaFere, this is James Lambert, one of the finest Navy 

Doctors I have ever met. I understand Miss LaFere is helping her Grandfather make you some suits."

As Lamert and LaFere started down the brow to the shore, Chief Berry said: "Miss LaFere,  I suspect you 

know a friend of mine, Chief Petty Officer James Watt?"

Miss LaFere showed dimples when she smilled.

"Yes, Mr. Berry, both my grandfather and I know Rabbi Watt. Please give our...respects...to him."

"I will," and Chief Berry shocked Semmes by saluting the young woman.

It wasn't until Lambert and LaFere were down the pier before Semmes spoke:

"Chief, I didn't know Chief Watt was a Rabbi. I mean, I've seen his little hat but I just thought it meant he wasw 

Jewish".

"Don't repeat what I'm about to tell you. Her Grandfather barely survived a Nazi concentration camp you've 

never heard of. After his rescue, he went back home. There, a Catholic Priest told him he'd been hiding Jews for years. He 

was looking for a parent for a shell shocked little. Both took to each other immediately. The Priest arranged the paperwork 

to show them as kin, the Navy League arranged for them to come here and the Catholic League set them up in business 

with a nice grub stake. I don't know got the old tailor his green card and who pushed through their nationation papers for 

both but I suspect the Archbishop had everything to do with it."

"I won't repeat a word, Chief!" Besides, John Raffel Seemes thought, who could I tell a tale like this to that would take it seriously?

#the fitting#

]

aiguë

Lambert’s chief initiation

She attends his advancement

Bm3 talks with bully’s wife

Gets some kissing but never thinks of the GM2’s problems

BM3 bangs bully’s wife

Idiots want the good life like the newly minted BM2  one bails the others get suckered into chipping paint

Lucky Bastard

Gunners Mate 3rd class  Johnny Harris

sneaking booze on boat in Norfolk

getting it aboard in Cuba

one sailor gets busted, sent to brig ashore, gets off when lawyer convinces judge thjere was no evivence he had been 

drinking booze

wherre is the car

Art Davis want to go safe place

XO knows CO of Frogman training command at Amphib Base

Art Davis gets physical fitness training as part of rehab

Art Davis goes to and passes Frogman training

XO, YNCS, various go to his graduation

officer sneaks car off base

salisman@cox.net

Dear Ms. Lisman, 

148

LTjg Debra Parker

Signalman Seaman Arthur Oscar Davies

Bosummate 3rd John Raffell Semmes

LT Dennis Thomas Unruh - OOD, Weapons Department Head and acting Guns Division officer

CAPT William P. Kilgore

Lieutenant Commander Arthur David Foote, XO

Boatswain Mate 1st class Michael "Blackie" Lee

Yeoman first class Thomas Jefferson Buchanan

Boatswain Mate Chief Edward Berry

Lieutenant Walker Johnson (First Lieutenant)

GM2 Harold "Harry" Schmidt

Commissary man 2st Class Michael Carmol (moleman)

Commisaryman Andrew “Andy” Washington 

Boatswain's Mate Chief Andrew Bell

Ensign Thomas Payne, JOOD and comms officer

Radioman Chief Samuel Joseph Renner

Quartermaster David William Boyle

Lieutenant Jeffries, Navigator

LTjg Jay Cobb Weiske, torpedo officer and assistant Weapons Department Head

Gunners Mate 1st Class Jeffrey Mark Holliday, Senior Gunners Mate

Torpedoman 1st Class Robert Whitehead

Gunners Mate 3rd class  Johnny Harris

Gunner Mate 3rd class Lew Wellen MacAllister 

Yeoman Senior Chief Brian McGinnies, XO’s yeoman

HM1 James "Jim" Lambert - James Lewis Lambert

BT3 Jim Baker, the wanta b preacher

BTC (Boiler Tender Chief)  James Watt

LT Simon Ulysses, Chaplain

SMC (Sonorman Chief) Robert Sanders (future religious group leader)

Seaman Apprentice Ryan McCameon, a boatswain mate striker (not too bright)

GMSN James Thomas ("Jetro") Etro, not so bight either

Petty officer 1st Class Ronald Coleman, the cuchholder

 = mugger

Mr. Mark Dalto

https://mylci.lionsclubs.org/

2013 novel as of 6 November 2013

#Lambert goes to her promotion party-part 1#

The invation card was large, very nice and called out to James Lambert. The problem was the invitation was to 

his fiance's promotion to Lieutenant. He was still a First Class Petty Officer and having a relationship with his young lady 

was against the rules. He desparately wanted to attend.

For both their sakes, he didn't dare.

The question was: how to break the news without destroying their relationship?  Doc Lambert sat in his very 

nice chair - meant for the MD the ship would probably never have - in front of his nice-for-a-Navy-desk and brooded. He 

didn't hear the visitor who knocked lightly on the door and entered Lambert's sick bay. Nor did he see his visitor looking at 

him with a wry expression when the visitor saw and recognized the card.

The visitor cleared his throat.

Doc Lambert jerked, his head snapped towards the noise and he saw his XO.  Being a well trained sailor, Doc 

James Lambert started to push his chair back to stand up.

"Stay there, Doc, I didn't mean to startle you. How are you this fine Navy afternoon?"

"Just fine, sir, what can I do for you?"

"I finished reading your preliminary study predicting possible future broken ankles based on broken feeet. Do 

you really think this is valid?"

"Yes, sir, I do. The logic seems sound although I don't quite see how a cast could damage leg tendons so badly 

they let an ankle break. But, if it is valid, we have a number of shipmates who could be at risk. Several boatswains mates, 

a couple of the gunners and engineers and one of the officers, sir, are at higher risk."

"Who are they?"

"I'm thinking of  Lieutenant Johnson,  Gunners Mate Johnny Harris, several boatswains mates, some engineers 

and a senior officer, sir."

"Who would this senior officer be?"

"An officer who broke his left foot kicking some asshole in the head, sir. I think that was rather ballsey, don't 

you, XO?"

"Actually, James, I was rather clumsey and kicked the bastard poorly. Our policeman has been teaching me 

how to kick better." 

The XO sighed; he wondered why he had gone into a "rundown redneck motherfucker bar" when he was in a 

frat. He had gone to an "All Negro College" and was feeling his oats. Now, he would never have gone near that small 

Georgia town and certainly would not have followed his frat brothers into a local bar! 

"I hope so, Sir, I hope so. With all due respect, XO, if you feel the need to go to the wrong bars, perhaps you  

should take some bodyguards with you?"

"And they would be?"

"I'm thinking of T.J., the old warrior and Moleman, who just looks scarey. I don't see what being bulky with 

mussell makes a man seem dangerous when Moleman is quite gentle and T.J. is more slender but more scarey."

"T.J. Buchannan simply projects a hard ass attitude and that may be all it takes." Then, changing the subject, 

"you got a invitation for the junior officer promotion reception?"

"Er, yes, sir, I did."

"From your young lady, Miss Parker?"

"Yes, sir, and why did you call her my 'young lady'? Sir?"

"Her XO called me and said her hoped you could attend but was afraid a First Class might not be allowed to 

attend. I told him you are on the short list for Chief promotion and I think all he heard was 'Chief' because he said a 'Chief 

can certainly be at this promotion party'. Charming man, that one."

"I'm on the Chief's list, Sir?"

"Certainly, the short list, but act surprised when my Senior Chief 'springs' the news on you. Oh, wear a nice suit, 

something in black. My old college roommate can help you with that.

He made sure the XO had left before shutting his door and calling his fiance.

==================================#2

#getting the tux#

It was a slow morning and Doc  Lambert was going over various records regarding who needed physicals and 

when did they need them. There was one sailor who planned to marry and Doc Lamberty knew he could call on his old 

teacher  Dr. Hostetler to give the future bride her first Navy physical. He wasn't worried about which nurse would monitor 

the procedings. 

He was amused to note that every Chief especially the Senior Chief, a number of the first class petty officers, 

the XO, the CO, and to his surprise, a third class cook were over 30 years of age and thus, had to have annual physicals. 

These physicals were due to a new command from the Cruiser Destroyer Type Commander. One of the XO's Yeoman had 

personally delivered the directive and briefed Doc Lambert on the contents. This had the Senior Chief's fingerprints all 

over it.

It had taken Doc Lambert under an hour to come up with his list as his records for each man listed date of 

birth. (Why he was surprised by a cook being 31 actually surprised him.)

Doc Lambert typed up a memo to the XO listing the names of those who needed physicals and offered to set up 

appointments at the convience of each individual. He put the memo in his out basket, filed the carbon and was happy to 

see the boatswain mate on roving patrol take the memo for deliver. Two minutes later, his phone range and it  was the XO.

"Doc Lambert, XO here. I have a friend who will meet us at the end of the pier. He'll arrange for you to get a 

nice suit."

"Yes, sir, er, I thought you were calling about my memo, sir."

"What memo?"

"The memo with the names of personnel needing physicals, XO."

"Ah, that just arrived. Please meet me at the quarterdeck at 10."

It was 9:37 am and Doc Lambert took about five minutes to change into his undress blues and pick out a nice 

white hat. Then, he called Dr. Hostetler to set up the Future Navy Wife's pre-marriate physical time. Dr. Hostetler's nurse 

would handle negociating the exact time.

Doc Lambert was standing on the Quarterdeck before the XO arrived slightly early.

Both left the MAXSON and went to the head of the pier where a civilian car waited. The driver, a black 

gentleman in his late 30s, got out and shook hands with the XO. Then, the XO said:

"Doc, this is Mr. Mark Dalto, one of the finest defense lawyers in Virgina. Mark, this is HM1 James  Lewis 

Lambert, the finest independent duty medic in the destroyer cruiser group. He is going to a nice social event and I need 

him to look good."

"You do?"

"I want him to make his young lady proud to be seen with him."

Doc Lambert had the accidential good grace to blush slightly and that amused the lawyer.

"Well, Doc, I  have just the person for you to meet."

Mr. Dalto drove into a suburb of Norfolk that Doc Lambert didn't know existed. There, they stopped  in front 

of a shop and went inside. An elderly gentleman, with pier nix glasses, a cloth ruler over his shoulders and a button up 

sweater stood  waiting for them. 

Mr. Dalto introduced Pier Douleur Aiguë to Foote and Lambert.

"Doctor Lambert is going to a social affair and he needs to look very nice", Mr. Dalto stated.

"I just need a nice suit, sir."

"Modest, is he? I like customers to be modest. I will pick what you will wear young Doctor Lambert!"

The old tailor called out something in a language neither Foote or Lambert recognized. A young white woman 

who was clearly not American walked in with a merry expression. 

"Again, tell us what the young Doctor needs a suit for?"

XO Foote replied: "He is going to a major party for his Young Lady and some others. The families would like 

hin to look very nice."  This was a surprise to Lambert who didn't know about being in "families".

The old man and the young woman began moving Lambert into  different positions, speaking to each other in a 

foreign language. Lambert was shocked when she squated down and measured his inseem. The lawyer made a comment 

to CDR Foote that Lambert could not hear and repeated his remark in a foreign language. The two tailors laughed merrily 

and went on with their work. Lambert would never learn that the lawyer had called him a "nervous virgin" and this had 

very much amused his XO and both tailors when the lawyer repeated the remark in Yidish. 

Four days later, Doc Lambert received a letter. It read:

Dear Doctor Lambert,

We will be calling you to the shop for your first fitting in a week . Please wear nice underwear.

Yours Sincerely, 

/s/ Michelle Marie LaFere

When James Lambert showed the letter to his fiance, she laughed heartily. Then, she took him to an upscale 

Men's Clothier - "The Gay Blade" - and helped James pick out nice underwear and thick black socks. James never learned 

how much this underware cost as "his Debra" paid while a clerk was trying to talk James into buying a fancy tie; the sale 

failed.

About a week later, Doc Lambert got a phone call from the quarterdeck.

"Doc, quarterdeck, John Semmes here, a young lady . is here to see you. She says to wear 'your civilian 

clothing'" and that her grandfather liked to see what his clients normally wore. Lucky you!"

Doc Lambert put on a pair of slacks, a matching gray shirt, and his Navy boondocks. Then, he called the XO - 

the Senior Chief in actuality - to say he was going to his tailor. The Senior Chief was quite amused... 

When Doc Lambert got to the Quarter Deck, he found the tailor's assistant telling the  Quarter Deck chief how 

he needed  a nice suit and that her Grandfather could help. The young woman then told John Semmes that a nice blue 

dress suit, a demure tie and pull over beige sweather would look best  on him.

"I don't think we've been introduced", Lambert told the young woman.

"Why, I'll help," interjected Boatswain Mate Chief Ed Berry. "Doc Lambert, this is Michelle Marie LaFere, 

who moved to Norfolk from Poland when she was a child. Miss LaFere, this is James Lambert, one of the finest Navy 

Doctors I have ever met. I understand Miss LaFere is helping her Grandfather make you some suits."

As Lamert and LaFere started down the brow to the shore, Chief Berry said: "Miss LaFere,  I suspect you 

know a friend of mine, Chief Petty Officer James Watt?"

Miss LaFere showed dimples when she smilled.

"Yes, Mr. Berry, both my grandfather and I know Rabbi Watt. Please give our...respects...to him."

"I will," and Chief Berry shocked Semmes by saluting the young woman.

It wasn't until Lambert and LaFere were down the pier before Semmes spoke:

"Chief, I didn't know Chief Watt was a Rabbi. I mean, I've seen his little hat but I just thought it meant he wasw 

Jewish".

"Don't repeat what I'm about to tell you. Her Grandfather barely survived a Nazi concentration camp you've 

never heard of. After his rescue, he went back home. There, a Catholic Priest told him he'd been hiding Jews for years. He 

was looking for a parent for a shell shocked little. Both took to each other immediately. The Priest arranged the paperwork 

to show them as kin, the Navy League arranged for them to come here and the Catholic League set them up in business 

with a nice grub stake. I don't know got the old tailor his green card and who pushed through their nationation papers for 

both but I suspect the Archbishop had everything to do with it."

"I won't repeat a word, Chief!" Besides, John Raffel Seemes thought, who could I tell a tale like this to that 

would take it seriously?

aiguë

Lambert’s chief initiation

She attends his advancement

Bm3 talks with bully’s wife

Gets some kissing but never thinks of the GM2’s problems

BM3 bangs bully’s wife

Idiots want the good life like the newly minted BM2  one bails the others get suckered into chipping paint

Lucky Bastard

Gunners Mate 3rd class  Johnny Harris

sneaking booze on boat in Norfolk

getting it aboard in Cuba

one sailor gets busted, sent to brig ashore, gets off when lawyer convinces judge thjere was no evivence he had been 

drinking booze

wherre is the car

Art Davis want to go safe place

XO knows CO of Frogman training command at Amphib Base

Art Davis gets physical fitness training as part of rehab

Art Davis goes to and passes Frogman training

XO, YNCS, various go to his graduation

officer sneaks car off base

salisman@cox.net

Dear Ms. Lisman, 

148

LTjg Debra Parker

Signalman Seaman Arthur Oscar Davies

Bosummate 3rd John Raffell Semmes

LT Dennis Thomas Unruh - OOD, Weapons Department Head and acting Guns Division officer

CAPT William P. Kilgore

Lieutenant Commander Arthur David Foote, XO

Boatswain Mate 1st class Michael "Blackie" Lee

Yeoman first class Thomas Jefferson Buchanan

Boatswain Mate Chief Edward Berry

Lieutenant Walker Johnson (First Lieutenant)

GM2 Harold "Harry" Schmidt

Commissary man 2st Class Michael Carmol (moleman)

Commisaryman Andrew “Andy” Washington 

Boatswain's Mate Chief Andrew Bell

Ensign Thomas Payne, JOOD and comms officer

Radioman Chief Samuel Joseph Renner

Quartermaster David William Boyle

Lieutenant Jeffries, Navigator

LTjg Jay Cobb Weiske, torpedo officer and assistant Weapons Department Head

Gunners Mate 1st Class Jeffrey Mark Holliday, Senior Gunners Mate

Torpedoman 1st Class Robert Whitehead

Gunners Mate 3rd class  Johnny Harris

Gunner Mate 3rd class Lew Wellen MacAllister 

Yeoman Senior Chief Brian McGinnies, XO’s yeoman

HM1 James "Jim" Lambert - James Lewis Lambert

BT3 Jim Baker, the wanta b preacher

BTC (Boiler Tender Chief)  James Watt

LT Simon Ulysses, Chaplain

SMC (Sonorman Chief) Robert Sanders (future religious group leader)

Seaman Apprentice Ryan McCameon, a boatswain mate striker (not too bright)

GMSN James Thomas ("Jetro") Etro, not so bight either

Petty officer 1st Class Ronald Coleman, the cuchholder

 = mugger

Mr. Mark Dalto