Alumni Sandstorm ~ 08/15/17
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3 Bombers sent stuff: 
Dick WIGHT ('52)
Ken HEMINGER ('56)
Bill SCOTT ('64)
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BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Dave MOORE ('60)
BOMBER BIRTHDAY Today: Barry OTTERHOLT ('71) 

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>>From: Dick WIGHT ('52)
mailto:CGDick34@yahoo.com

Re: Uniforms

Bob Carlson, aka Mike CLOWES ('54) had it about right on
uniform changes. In the Coast Guard, we wore standard Navy
uniform from at least before WW II until into the early '70s.
The only slight differences were that enlisted folks (E-6 and
below) and officers wore a Coast Guard shield emblem on their
sleeves -enlisted had a brimless winter flat hat that had
"Coast Guard" on a ribbon around the hat's base, and officers
had a single actor on the hat emblem (vs, crossed anchors on
Navy hats). Chief petty officers wore officer-type uniforms,
but with rating badges on sleeves. Besides the servi redress
blue outfits, we also had dress whites, tropical whites (short
sleeve shirts, no jacket) and the service dress khaki outfit
Mike described. That was my favorite uniform, and I hated to
give it up. At the same time, our aviation folks had to give
up their khakis and aviation greens. The "black-shoe brown-
shoe distinction went away.

One of our commandants, Admiral Bender, put us into a new
uniform in the early '70s (no doubt influenced by Macnamara's
decision) - the Coast Guard blue uniform that is still worn
today by all rates and ranks. It is a slightly different hue
than Air Force blue. I despised that outfit - Bender Blues, we
called them, or Bus Driver Blues. But I still have one
complete uniform hanging in the closet with my ribbons and
devices in place, my four gold captain stripes intact - albeit
somewhat tarnished by now. And I know danged well it doesn't
fit any more - not even CLOSE to it! Oh, well...

-Dick WIGHT ('52) ~ in nice, cool Richland with blue skies 
   overhead after weeks of foul, smoky air!
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>>From: Ken HEMINGER ('56)
mailto:KenH60@bresnan.net

Re: Brown and Black shoes

All the talk about brown shoe and black shoes took me back to
1955 during Basic Training at Parks AFB, CA. We were all
issued black boots (Then called Brogans) with the exception of
two or three troops who were issued brown suede brogans. The
rule was of course, all the boots had to be spit polished.
Spit polishing suede was not an easy task, but I can say early
in basic those shoes shined as good as any of the others...

I'll say one thing, those brogans once broke in were really
comfortable. You could march forever in them...

-Ken HEMINGER ('56) ~ 77 and Smoky Great Falls, MT
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>>From: Bill SCOTT ('64)
mailto:Scotts2294@att.net

Re: Coast Guard

I've enjoyed and been educated by the entries regarding the
Coast Guard recently. I knew so little, and now have greater
respect for the mission and the personnel who keep our shores
safe. My own experience with the Coast Guard is tenuous, but
it was memorable. Back in the '80s, during my years as a
professional photographer, I had an assignment to photograph a
wedding in Morro Bay, California, where there is a Coast Guard
cutter permanently stationed. The bride was a Lieutenant in
the Coast Guard, and captain (commander? Sorry, uncertain of
the correct terminology) of a Coast Guard vessel. Whether she
was boss (that term is safe at least) of the Morro Bay boat I
do not know. Anyway, when I arrived for the wedding, she was
in a major snit. The flowers had not arrived, forcing me and
everyone involved to work around the lack of them for the pre-
ceremony photography. She was furious. At one point, I was
arranging a group on the altar with her when one of her guests
out in the pews stood up and took a picture. That did it.
"Don't you take my picture!" she yelled at him. She stalked
off the stage and down a hallway, as one drama critic once
described an early exit by Lola Montez in early California,
"trailing clouds of wickedness". We didn't see her for half an
hour. I've always reflected I pitied the crew of any boat she
commanded.

-Bill SCOTT ('64)
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