USS Watts (DD-567)




 Fletcher Class Destroyer
Additional links for USS Watts:
http://www.navsource.org/archives/05/567.htm
http://www.destroyersonline.com/usndd/info/infdf567.htm
http://ftp1.us.proftpd.org/hyperwar/USN/ships/DD/DD-567_Watts.html
http://www.destroyersonline.com/usndd/

My Duties with USS Watts
Sep 1963 - Nov 1964

There was a military draft that was started during WWII and continued though the Korean and the Vietnam Wars into the '70s.  My generation knew that basically we would all have to do some military time one way or another.  It was either military right after high school or right after college.

I grew up near Ft Lewis and McChord AFB and my father was an Army Artillery Officer.  I knew that I wanted no part of the Army.  A classmate of mine told me that he was already drilling with the Naval Reserve and after high school he would serve two years of active duty and that was it.  It sounded interesting to me and I decided to join. (It was also a way to avoid being drafted.)  I was 17 years old and needed parent's permission so Dad came with me and counter signed the endless paper work, however, I was sworn in the day after my 18th birthday when Dad's signature was no longer required.

The Naval Reserve Recruit Division in Tacoma was actually a detachment to the local reserve ship, USS Watts (DD-567).   Our drills were were every Tuesday evening in the Reserve Center in Tacoma, WA, where we did all of the marching and classroom stuff that regular recruits did.  We also go out to sea aboard the Watts for a couple of drill weekends.  My first taste on the helm was on a mid watch with following seas off the Washington coast in December '63 - I loved it.   General Quarters (GQ) was another story.  I was assigned as a powder passer in the upper handling room of Mount 52.  It was "0" dark thirty as the ship was pitched and rolled in the the rough seas off the Washington coast and the thick smell of hydraulic oil and cordite filled the air.  One of the fellows became very sea sick and couldn't take it.  He just sat in a corner with a waste can between his legs, so there was that smell as well.  Ever since then, whenever I smell cordite, it flashes a memory of that poor fellow heaving up his toes.

I am fortunate having never been sea sick a day in my life.

In June of '94 I attended reserve Boot Camp at NTC, San Diego.  It was sort of a compressed two week version of regular Boot Camp - mostly the stuff we couldn't do at the Reserve Center like, gas chamber drill, endless days of PT on the grinder, etc.  Upon completion of Boot Camp I was advanced to SA. 

In July of '94 I officially joined the USS Watts Selected Reserve Crew and did my first two week summer cruise.  For some reason I was picked to join the the signal gang for the cruise.  It was rather interesting.  I learned to read signal flags, but never got the hang of the signal light.  I did learn how to recognize when some one falshed us and I knew how to flash back "Alpha Sierra", which means "wait while I get some one who can talk to you."  The signal gang were part of the "bridge coffee mess" which was located in the Sonar Shack which introduced me to the Sonar rate and it fascinated me.  With my musical training I had a good ear and perfect pitch and I decided to strike for Sonar as soon as I made SN.

In Nov 1964 USS Watts was replaced by USS Marshal (DD 676)

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