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pool of water inside a building at the Navy's Recruit Training Command facility about 35 miles north of Chicago. My teammates and I are struggling through a 12-hour shift aboard the USS Trayer, a 210-ft.-long replica of an Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer. The Trayer's training rooms, seamlessly built into a structure behind the ship's facade, host events that are carefully designed to feel like chaos. Getting separated from teammates in the zero-visibility conditions of a shipboard fire could mean death. 'You let your team get separated? I don't believe it! Wait here!' He storms off to find the missing men. Where are our other three team members? At just this moment our superior, a petty officer, emerges from the smoke. Four stretcher-bearers and two other men make six. We find ourselves in a debris-free corridor and stop for a head count before pressing on, arms burning from the weight. We've got to get this guy out of here without killing him, or getting ourselves killed in the process. I hope my team will be able to find an exit hatch-one without a raging fire behind it. oh!' I'm finding it hard to breathe myself, through the sweaty flash-protection hood that covers my nose and mouth, and I'm struggling to see through my helmet's fogged-up plexiglass shield. He's gasping for breath, trying to get oxygen into his smoke-damaged lungs. The man on the stretcher doesn't sound good. Our ship has just taken a direct hit from an enemy missile, and my teammates and I have to extricate as many casualties as possible from the impact zone. I'm on my knees, doubled over, struggling with the weight of a stretcher as I maneuver under a fallen piece of wreckage. Trapped and wounded men are calling out from all around, their moans punctuated by the groan of twisting, ruptured metal. Sporadic flashes of light illuminate a severed half-body dangling from a pyramid of debris that reaches to the ceiling. The deck has buckled upward, and fragments of tables and chairs lie piled among broken steel beams. It's impossible to see more than a few feet through the thick smoke, but what I can make out is bad enough. I am trying to locate any and all shipmates that seved on USS Leahy from 1964 - 1967.Īll responses will be greatly appreciated.MORE ON THE UNLUCKIEST SHIP IN THE NAVY * SLIDE SHOW: More Photos from the USS Trayer We were also both stationedĪny help in locating my former shipmate will be appreciated. He stated that he was currently attached to USS Leahy (also aboard Leahy '70-'71). The last time we made contact was in Norfolk, VA inġ974. I am trying to locate a former shipmate - Emmett Craig BTCM. I am now in Kuwait, serving with the Army, and it would be neat to find out where my ship was from where I am now. I don't know if the info would still be classified, but if NOT, can anyone tell me where On my second WestPac (84-85) I remember the ship going up into the Gulf to cover for another cruiser? that has

#USS SLEEP NOW IN MY ARMS PATCH#

I'm looking for a USS Leahy 'DLG-16' jacket patch and other Leahy related items. Point, I'd DEFINITELY appreciate hearing from them.

If there's anyone with any information or memories or ANYTHING, at this Other guys, my dad is the one on the top left.

The photos that I'm attaching are from THEN. The Leahy during this time frame that might remember my dad (or can tell me what the Leahy's actions during the Print when I was a kid indicating that he was a plankowner (no clue exactly what THAT means, either!)Īt the time that he died he was residing in Middletown NY - the email address of is mine and I would SO love to receive emails from anyone who was on Van Hooker ( Photo 1) he had a rank ofįTM with a number after it, I have no clue about Division (or even what that means!) I do remember a large framed I'm unsure of the exact years that he was on the Leahy - I DO know that Old when he died) - so, I'm trying to compile a scrapbook for them. you see, my father died in 1989, and my littleīrothers basically have very few (if any!) memories of him (they were only 3 years & the youngest 2 months I'm looking for as much information as I can possibly find out. My email is Again I am his daughter and I am 18 years old and all I can remember was all the great stories he told me when

His name is Alan Keith Garner and his email This so I hope he is surprised when a fellow shipmate contacts him. Well here is some contact info on my dad.

To share his faith to all the men on the Leahy. My father was a Chaplin in the Navy and being able to say a prayer was a great way My father would occasionally get to say a prayer at the end of the day while the sailors My father loved the USS Leahy and enjoyed On 1992-1993 and he was an LT JG and when he left the Leahy he was a LT. My name is Rachel Garner and my father served a term on the USS Leahy CG-16

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