Wearing with Pride

Times goes by and things change.  The Marines have a saying, "Once a Marine, always a Marine" and the corollary is, "There is no such thing as an ex-marine."  One of my friends from Pawhuska who joined the navy told me that he could not wait for his first hitch to be over, but then he found the civilian life offered to him was not offering enough to provide for his family.  So, he re-enlisted and made a career of the navy.  Obviously, he has a lot of pride in his naval career as he was a first class petty officer.  He was in a rating that had many people so advancement was more difficult than in some ratings and all of us who have served know that.  We have all seen talented people in the wrong rating who did not advance in that rating.  Some re-enlist for a school in a different rating and move on up.  I was a Radarman so our field was fairly open as opposed to the Boatswain's Mate rating.  I was in only my single four year hitch.  I remain pleased that I was a petty officer and I do not regret my decision to get out of the navy.  Neither do I regret my decision to join the navy.  I work with recruiters a bit where I live and I am there in their offices sometimes when young men come in and announce, "I want to join the Marines."  I watch them sometimes with such mixed feelings for it is apparent right away that they can not meet the minimum standards and I have watched a sergeant ask six or seven questions that quickly disqualify them.  I am then so grateful that I had the physical qualifications and I could pass all of the tests required to join the navy.  I then made it through boot camp, qualified for a school, completed it with high scores and served aboard ship.  Like Bill, my friend who made it a career, I couldn't wait for my hitch to be over and I was then ex-navy.  Or was I?  We old salts do not emphasize it as much as the Marine Corps does, but, as I said, times goes by and things change.  As I have acquired some years and so much of my navy experience, training, education and friendships comes back to me again and again, I, like a marine am beginning to believe that there is no such thing as an ex-sailor, ex-navy.  It's too deep in our blood by the time we have completed our service.  And there is another truth to which I will readily submit:  We don't remember things the way they were.  We remember them the way we want to and that is what makes things better.  But there is more to it than that also.  As we get older, we just appreciate things more than we did in those years when all we wanted to do was get on with life; or what we thought life was going to be.  John Lennon said, "Life is what happens while you are making other plans."  Life happens too, and plans we made at early ages are usually shown to have been a human comedy and in the end, we are left with the life we lived, not the one we planned to live.  For a few, and that is a very few, plans and life worked out to be the same.  I think it's more fun opening the packages that we did not know what was in them.  I am grateful that I can acquire a few things that say "I was in the navy," such as my USS Point Defiance (LSD-31) ball cap I am wearing in the photograph, and the jacket which reads NAVY in large letters.  I wear them with pride and today I think I am still navy, still a sailor and now I believe, "Once a navy sailor, always one."

Stephen Joe Payne

December 6, 2010 Before Pearl Harbor Day

Tomorrow will be December 7, 2010, sixty-nine years from the date that the Empire of Japan attacked the United States in Hawaii.  Although other bases were hit and nearly destroyed, we remember the naval base at Pearl Harbor and it is most often spoken of as Pearl Harbor Day.  Probably we remember it so because the navy lost more personnel that day than the other branches of the service and also more that single day than during the rest of the war.  It was a terrible day.  It was a great tragedy.  It would be a tragedy to not remember Pearl Harbor.  It is a day that I hope will always be solemnly and thoughtfully remembered, with lasting respect for the sailors, soldiers, marines, airmen, doctors, nurses and civilians who lost their lives that day.   I noted that the assassination of President Kennedy was barely observed this year and I had to check my calendar to confirm the date.  I fear that if it isn’t news today and filled with the antics or troubles of young stars, the news media will give it little due and that disturbs me.  The great events through which our nation has passed and which marked her and us and helped to form our character should not be trivialized and over looked.  I hope we will not let Pearl Harbor pass without notice.  I hope the news media will pay homage and remind us of the terrible sacrifices made that day; but if they do, let us take a moment to remember and if we have the courage, let us say to someone we meet, “Remember Pearl Harbor.”  I do not write with hatred but only with the hope that a deep remembrance will remind us of just how horrible war is and move us closer to making it truly a thing of the past.  War only destroys and wastes.  Remember Pearl Harbor, not only tomorrow, but forever, and let us find a way to end war forever.  I offer that as my prayer, Lord, please let us end war for always.

Stephen Joe Payne

United States Navy 1961-1965

USS Point Defiance (LSD-31), December 28. 1961- January 22, 1965

Radarman 3rd Class Petty Officer (E-4)

The Night Before Life Goes On

Watch #9

Chief Petty Officer Hall was a pleasant man, tall with a nice face, a thin mustache that looked good on him, smiling eyes, and a jovial nature.  He tried to identify with us, but he didn't try too hard, the way some adults did.  We didn't hang out together and Jess and I were too young to drink beer, legally.  But when we were at his office, we did share jokes, any experiences we had and we smoked cigarettes together.  We asked as many questions as we could but movies were really all we knew.  We knew few nautical terms beyond ship, and anchor.  In spite of how little we really had in common, we were getting along well, our visits were more regular and I was gradually leaning towards the navy, just because of Edgar and this strange new friendship I was developing.  I have not yet mentioned it but I was not raised by my father.  My mother and he had divorced in the months before I was born and I was raised by my mother and my grandmother, until her death in 1961.  I had never met my father, nor talked to him on the telephone, nor exchanged any letters.  This alone left me hungry for male roles, for father figures and I think Chief Hall filled one of those at this moment.

I remember the feeling of being in his Ponca office with Jess and other boys who dropped by, the look of his uniform, the general feeling of the atmosphere, many visual details.  I do not remember any specific things we discussed.  I do not remember any programs we discussed, any promises, seeing a recruiting form or contracts of any kind.  I do not remember when he made the first venture to talk to my mother.  I remember a long talk with her one evening in which she grilled me about what I wanted to do.  I did not honestly know.  I knew I had to find a way out of the downward spiral that I knew I was in.  I knew that if I did not do something, make a big change to get hold of my self, I would only experience more trouble.  Somehow, we pretty well agreed and she gave me permission to enlist in the navy; as we brave sailors would say, "In this man's navy," although I have never figured out what that meant but I've heard John Wayne say it too.

There were some papers signed, I signed a few, my mother signed a few, Chief Hall signed all of them and then some more.  He was in our home, with my mother and me, explaining many things, at a dizzying pace, and I was understanding very little of it.  I felt a whirlwind of emotions: excitement, anticipation, anxiety, joy, sadness and an uncommon amount of fear.  It was not the kind of fear I had felt when I knew I was going to be beat up by a bully, or get a whipping from a teacher; nor was it the same fear I had felt in the last seconds before I had crashed a bicycle, a motor scooter, or fallen out of a tree.  It was deep fear, about the future, and yes, I had buyer's remorse, without even knowing what it was; a nagging feeling in my stomach that I had done something wrong.

It was, as Carie Underwood sang, "The night before life goes on."

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne

Further Along the Journey to the Point Defiance

Watch #8

I wasn't running with bad kids.  But all of us had problems and especially two of my friends.  One of them we often called the Big Indian, even when he was sitting there with us.  He used to kid me heavily after a movie we had seen called "I Passed for White."  He would say, "Well, Payne passes for white so let's send him in."   The "in" was a restaurant or store where we joked that they might not let Indians in.  Jess Paul Tomey, the Big Indian, said he was a Pottawatomie Indian and I never doubted it.  Most of my friends in Pawhuska were Osage Indians, including many of my relatives.  I am Cherokee and only one-eighth Cherokee, but I have always been more interested in my one-eighth Cherokee than my seven-eighths everything else.  David Meriable was an Osage and our friend Charley Edgar, who would have a lasting impact upon Jess and me, by what he did, never mentioned Indian in his heritage.  Charley Edgar was the oldest among us and with a confusing romantic situation with his girlfriend, he was lost.  His parents had divorced, adding to his confusion and Charley was talking to military recruiters although he barely shared that with us.  I don't remember what season it was, but suddenly, Charley had enlisted in the navy on what was called a "Kiddie Cruise."    The navy minority enlistment worked this way:  A sailor enlisted after he was seventeen years of age, but less than eighteen.  Then, he was discharged from the enlistment one day before his twenty-first, or majority birthday.  Hence, it was called a minority enlistment and got nicknamed the "Kiddie Cruise."  Edgar did good research and exercised even better timing so he enlisted one day before his eighteenth birthday; that meant he would leave the navy with just three years of service while receiving credit for four years.

Edgar had gone to Ponca City, forty miles west of Pawhuska along Highway 60 and a much larger town than Pawhuska to meet the recruiter.  Pawhuska had a population of about 5,000 in 1960 while Ponca City had a population of nearly 30,000.  Through Edgar, I met the recruiter, a nice fellow named Hall.  When I understood more, I would learn why he wore a bus driver's uniform instead of the sailor suit I had known. Hall was a Chief Petty Officer and a radarman to boot.  Jess Paul and I made several trips to Ponca with Edgar and, without any intention of joining the navy, we were talking to him more each time.  By then, he knew us by sight and by name.  He was rapidly becoming our new best friend.

More on the next watch

Stevie Joe Payne

How I Got to The USS Point Defiance (LSD-31)

Watch #7

I want to go back over the path that I took to reach the Point Defiance.  Naturally, I received orders, probably from BUNAVPERS which was the Bureau of Naval Personnel, while I was still in Radar "A" School at Treasure Island.  But the path began long before that.  Back when I was very young I had a friend, Jackie Manley, whose father operated the Army/Navy Surplus Store in Pawhuska, Oklahoma so, naturally, a bit like Ron Kovic (Born on the Fourth of July), we played army.  With some of the artifacts we could acquire, helmets, utility belts, folding spades, canvas, we could imitate a fairly good soldier.  We did not have everything; we lacked real rifles, grenades, other things.  I remember having an army canteen for drinking water with a canvas container that fit on a utility belt.  Most of the things we acquired still had the odor of a soldier, which was a bit of a negative part, but not enough to discourage us.  We assumed some rank, lined up together against some unseen enemy and made daring charges over a hill, courageously in the face of enemy fire, which we basically created with the sounds coming from our mouths.  We could make the sounds of rifles, machine guns, grenades and even some heavy artillery with amazing accuracy, especially for never having heard these sounds in real life.  Somehow, the boys around me and the movies were creating a deep military culture within me.  My friend Jackie was in a severe automobile accident when he was around nineteen or so, and never recovered from it.  He lay with brain damage for the rest of his life and died from the effects of his injuries many years after the accident.

 As I got a little older, somehow my attention shifted to the United States Marine Corps, where I came to believe that the roughest, toughest and most daring men alive dwelt and that's what I wanted to be:  A Marine.  My friend Jerry Traylor and I even developed what we thought was our own code; the code of Semper Fidelis.  We may not have understood it was Latin and translated to "Always Faithful" but we grasped that it was a code and a very serious one; one of honor, of duty, of commitment and mostly, of deep and lasting brotherhood.  Like all boys, sometimes as we got older and found new viewpoints, we changed friends some and Jerry and I did.  But we still knew each other, still saw each other now and then.

As I got older and I became more interested in motor scooters, motor cycles, cars, and other things, I was not thinking about the Marines so much but about life in high school and having fun.  Around ages fourteen to sixteen, some of us were smoking, talking tough, thinking we were tough, and acting cool.  We didn't know what cool was but we thought we did.  Some of us got a little wild, some wilder than others and as we moved into relationships with young women, sometimes life became very complicated.  The complications included jealousy, heart break, anger, love, loneliness, betrayal, possessiveness, pain, teenage angst, "Problems, problems" as the Everly Brothers sang.  I had them, and most problems related to my girl friend and our relationship.  But I was also influenced by some of my friends and the looming thing in front of us by a few years:  The Draft.  If we didn't go on to college, marry, find certain jobs, the draft board was out there, looking for us and would one day send us a letter requiring us to serve and for most, that meant the United States Army.  That wasn't bad.  Let me put it this way.  Audie L. Murphy was in the army, and he was always my hero.

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne

Look of a Lady

Watch #6

 I do not have any photographs taken from off of the ship and in one of these watches, I'll explain why not, but for the moment, I found this photograph in a US Navy file at this address: http://www.navsource.org/archives/10/12/1231.htm.  So, if it is not a permissible photograph, and I hope it is, I'll have to take it down and find one somewhere else.  In the meantime, just enjoy this one.  In this photograph, we are looking at the bow from the port side of the Point Defiance.  Counting from the main deck going upward, and the main deck is the 1 deck, I worked mostly on the 03 level which was just beneath the signal and flying bridges.  Both bridges, or the bridge for hardcore definitions, was on the 04 level.  My job was in Combat Information Center (CIC) and we were in the Operations Intelligence (OI) Division.  To reach where I worked, you had to walk through the wheel house, past the helm and turn to the stern and walk down a passageway.  As you walked aft, on the port side (right hand walking aft) was a hatch (doorway) which opened into the radio room.  On the opposite side of the passageway was a hatchway that opened into CIC.  CIC had a hatchway on each side and CIC was well lighted; but just beyond and aft a short distance was a small room which held our actual radar repeaters.  The radar units were large and high powered electronic units in their own room aft of us perhaps twenty yards and aft of yet another passageway.  What you see in the movies and what we worked on for our information were small television like units called radar repeaters.  We worked in relative darkness so that we could fully see the ghostly lines and dots that formed on the repeater screen.  The screen was a near black and the sweep hand that made the 360 degree circle was in a green.  Any radar contacts were also in green.  The operator, which Wherry and I were for some time, sat in a low chair with sound powered telephones draped over our ears, and communicated with the watch petty officer sitting just outside.  The reason for the phones was to have precise information exchanged and we also were connected to the lookouts above on the bridge and aft on the stern.  The radar antennae were high above us on the ship's mast and rotated constantly as they searched for returning electronic echoes which we called a contact.  Once the operator saw a contact, he reported it to the watch PO.  "I have a new contact."  The watch PO gave it a designation, say contact "Alpha" and the operator marked it on the screen with an "A" in grease pencil.  After that, it was, "Stand by contact Alpha; mark." and the operator reported it in bearing and range.  The watch PO plotted it and we gathered information about its course and speed.

The mess deck, where we ate, was on the 02 level and ran fully from the port side to the starboard side.  Enlisted men and officers had separate mess sections and Chief Petty Officers had a separate mess. First class petty officers had a small section next to the chow line where they ate, so basically our general mess was from E-1 (if we had any, and it was rare) through E-5 grades.  I recall that an officer had to share in our mess to inspect the food; a morale thing I suppose, but they rotated it so it was not often a given officer ate with us and never really shared anything with us.  Officers weren't missed in the mess, by the way.  We behaved differently when no officers were present, naturally, not badly but more relaxed, with a bit more camaraderie being shared.

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne

Glad to be Aboard Point Defiance

Watch #5

There are some things to be said about a sailor's ship.  First, you have feelings for it, all gray and metal that she is, and there will always be some things that you liked and didn't like but my friend from Pawhuska, Oklahoma, Bobby Green, who was a submarine sailor said that it's hard to understand the love a sailor has for his ship and especially for his first ship.  For many years, I had nothing I could wear that said I had been in the navy, let alone aboard the USS Point Defiance.  In 1997 I saw an old sea dog at the airport in Albuquerque, New Mexico with a blue ball cap on his head that proclaimed his ship information and I asked him about it.  Then I hunted a store and bought a cap similar to his but I was not comfortable with the cap.  In 2008, I found a source at www.soldiercity.com and I purchased the hat that appears in the photograph in this watch.  I ordered it in red, my favorite color, and I ordered a softer, lie down time of material, with which I am quite pleased.  I now have one in blue, green and a khaki and I surprised Bobby Green last year with a cap for his first ship, The USS George Washington (SSBN-598).  Now that I have a source for some of these things I shop on line there and I buy some things, such as my caps and then a Navy T-shirt in blue, which a photograph of it is posted on Watch #4.  I have always been proud of my service in the navy, always been proud to say that I was a sailor and that I was aboard the Point Defiance.  The truth is that some ships have names you're not sure you want on your shoulder patch but I loved the sound of Point Defiance from the moment I saw my posting and then had orders in my hand.  I did not know what to expect of her as the LSD meant nothing to me, but once aboard, and once I stood at some distance and looked at my ship, I was proud of her; of her name, of her look and the men aboard that I barely knew.  I was learning their names and some things about them.  Like any good radarman I had hoped for a destroyer because the rumor is that a destroyer is where our skills are best exercised.  But I found myself aboard a Dock Landing Ship, an LSD, and then, and even more so now, I was glad to be aboard the Point Defiance.

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne

Point Defiance, Departing.

Watch #4

I had reported for duty in the late evening so my first full day aboard the USS Point Defiance (LSD-31) did not begin until the following day.  I reported before my leave expired, however, and so I owed the navy one less day of leave to make up.

The PD was scheduled to depart for the Western Pacific (Westpac) within a few weeks after the New Year, January 1, 1962, and I had vaccinations to be made up.  Up till then, I had been in basic training in San Diego for three months, then at Treasure Island, San Francisco for six months in Radar "A" school and I had been given more injections and vaccinations in that brief time than I had been given my entire life.  Still, I had just been told, I was behind schedule for what I would need for Westpac.  Like any sailor new to a ship, I had tons of paperwork to complete, many people I was required to meet, and many things to learn just to find my way around the ship.  I do not remember how I was assigned a bunk to sleep in the night that I arrived, nor how I found the mess deck for breakfast, but after that, someone took me by the hand and started me around the ship. It must have been the kindness of strangers who had steered me to rest and food.  I would soon learn that there are no strangers on a ship, even if they do not know your name.  The uniform we wore brought us into a brotherhood.

I met my fellow men of the radar, Petty Officer Second Class (PO2) Murphy, our leader then, PO3 Dennis Berganski, PO3 Donald Kleinschmidt, PO2 Tom Griffin, Seaman Gary Sigwing, and I reconnected with Seaman Don Wherry.  Wherry and I had been in Company #129 in boot camp and then in the same class together in Radar School so we knew each other well by Point Defiance time.

My first day was very busy but also very confusing, partly because of the vaccinations.  Also, everything I had been taught at the schools about finding my way around a ship had been forgotten.  It had never been applied, since this was my first time aboard a ship, except for the mock-ups in training, and here aboard Point Defiance, everything was in real time and happening quickly.  Also, besides the dumb and bewildered looks new crewmen had, there was nothing to let experienced sailors know that we did not know hither from yon and we were in their way.  Later, I would understand that, when new sailors and particularly marines found themselves in our way.

By the end of the first day, I had a bunk, a locker, a compartment, not that I had it all to myself.  I shared the compartment with about thirty other men, radarmen, radiomen, yeoman and personnel men.  The radar, radio and signal people were all in the Operations Divsion; the yeomen and others were in the Executive Division.

As the shots began to take effect on me, and with accumulated fatigue, around evening chow I began to experience a delusional state and I became lost.  Instead of my compartment, I had wondered off to a far part of the ship, much further aft and into a strange compartment.  Someone asked me some questions, my name, where I worked and a few other things and then a kind soul helped me find my assigned compartment and I dropped off to sleep for a few hours.

When I woke, someone took some time to talk to me and help me understand that they have given me too many shots in combination and it had caused a delirium in me.  After a cup of coffee, a few cigarettes and some conversation, I had settled down to read a book I had when I heard the 1-MC announce, with a lead-in bell [Bing Bing: Bing Bing] "Point Defiance departing."  I was startled for a moment, thinking that we were leaving port, and I was unprepared.  I had no knowledge of what to do.  I asked Kleinschimdt, "Are we leaving port?"  "No," he replied. "Whenever the Captain arrives or departs, they announce him and he is Point Defiance so it is always, Point Defiance departing or Point Defiance arriving."  I heard arriving next morning and I thought it was a wonderful warning.  A chance to stay out of the Captain's way.

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne

First Impressions; Bigger than I thought

What an amphibious ship transports

Watch #3

When I first went aboard, the USS Point Defiance (LSD-31) gave me a false impression.  As a boy I had known about a few ships, often from my model building days and then the movies.  I had seen "Away All Boats," "Run Silent, Run Deep," and "The Enemy Below" and enough other movies that I was familiar with the image of a destroyer, an LST, a cargo ship, a PT (Patrol Torpedo), a submarine, even carriers, cruisers and battle ships; but I had never seen an LSD.  I was disappointed in my assignment orders at first as I thought I wanted an LST over an unknown LSD but then, we went where we were told and without many alternatives open to us, especially first time enlisted men with the E-2 (enlisted, grade 2 and that's two up from the bottom) ratings.  So I was happy with my assignment by the time I arrived.  After I had saluted the ensign and the officer of the deck and stepped to a place where he could read my orders, I had my first look around.  She was much smaller than I had expected and seemed to be funny shaped, not like the sleek warships I had envisioned myself aboard, a fast tin can, going in harm's way with medals and glory enough for all of us.  "Local boy becomes naval hero" ran the frequent headlines in my mind.  The deck upon which I was standing seemed to be only about ten feet wide, with a lot of structure in the way, reducing the amount of area in which the sailors could maneuver.  As I looked, I noticed a ship almost her duplicate to the seaward side, interesting I thought.  There must be another LSD over there.  And then my jaw dropped as I realized it was the port side of the large ship's deck upon which I was standing.  The ship was huge!  And it was confusing.  A large deck with heavy wooden pieces, much like rail road ties, ran from the stern nearly to the mid-section of the ship.  At the stern was a heavy steel gate that could be lowered and raised allowing boat traffic to enter.  Near to where we stood was a deck of steel grating which I would later learn was called the mezzanine deck and the decks where we stood bordered the giant well on both sides of the ship.  Above the mezzanine deck on each side was the superstructure which rose for four levels to the flying bridge where the captain and others would drive the ship when at sea.  There were decks and compartments forward from us and above and below.  I would live on the Point Defiance for more than three years and though I learned a great deal of her, I never entered some parts of the ship.  Some parts were scary for a boy from a small Oklahoma town.  I was only beginning to find my way around on the PD and I needed help just to find my way right then.  "Take him to the personnel office to get him checked in."  I saluted and allowed myself to be led from the quarterdeck down to the office and I began my life aboard the Point Defiance, overwhelmed, dazed and confused.  It was going to be a long journey, but one I'm not just glad I made; it was one I'm grateful I made.

More on the next watch

Stevie Joe Payne

Request Permission to Board the USS Point Defiance Sir!

Storm Clouds

Watch #2

I remember going aboard my ship as though it were only yesterday.  I had arrived in Long Beach, my new home port, of which I would not see as much as I wanted to, but that's life on a ship.  I remember Gary Sigwing, a fellow radarman telling me that he had asked all of his friends to write to him and at the first port of call, he had stacks of mail which he then had to answer.  Gary said that it had never occurred to him that he would not get mail every day.  Ships are at sea for long periods of time, much longer than your average travel in a car, truck, bus, or airplane, and the mail chases them until the port of call and the ship match up.  Sometimes the mail is delivered in the middle of an ocean from a refueling ship or a supply ship.  I'm glad Gary told that story for I had not thought of it and I might have had the same feelings if he had not stepped up with the information.  I had enough mistakes to make on my own.

I had been on leave since finishing Radar "A" school at Treasure Island, San Francisco, and as it fell at Christmas time, I had sent a telegram requesting additional leave so that I could stay in Pawhuska over Christmas.  With the extra days granted to me, and actually being in debt to the navy for leave, I flew from Tulsa to Los Angeles but we could not land there and landed in Oxnard, California; then we passengers were bussed to downtown Los Angeles and then I took a bus to Long Beach.  I arrived in Long Beach, late and very tired.  Just off of Ocean Boulevard and across from The Pike was a park I would generally learn to steer clear of, but there was where the bus stopped.  I do not remember the name of the park today but I think it was bordered by Magnolia Street.  I was seventeen and even after the long journey, even though moments before I had been so tired I might fall asleep on my feel, my excitement level became so high that I suddenly had energy to burn.  So I walked across the street and onto a landing with the arch above it in high neon that read simply, "The Pike."  I wanted to see it but I did not know where to begin.  Also, the reason we had landed in Oxnard was fog.  It was still so foggy all the way down to Long Beach that all I could see when I stepped from the bus was the neon sign.  So, I counted my money and began to think about how to get to my ship--how to find it first.  All I knew was Long Beach, California, as my orders read.  Where would you put a ship in Long Beach?  I asked a few sailors I saw and all of them were older and tipsy so they offered, "Get a cab."  I did.  The driver made a few exchanges with a radio that I could not understand, neither the secret code of taxi drivers and dispatchers nor the static and explosions of noise emanating from his radio, and we were off on our long drive from downtown Long Beach across the bridge and to Pier Echo where the Point Defiance was tied up.  This does not mean she was gift wrapped or tied to a chair as a captive heroine might be; she was berthed to a pier with her brow extended onto the concrete pier and lines doubled up fore and aft.  Even after my basic training and radar school, I knew nothing about ships.  I did know the etiquette for boarding though and after paying the taxi driver, I walked up the brow, faced the ensign flying aft, saluted sharply and turned to the office of the deck, a young man but older than I was, well dressed in his uniform and coat and with my very best and well trained decorum, I barked out, "Request permission to come aboard SIR!"

"Permission granted!" he returned with a smile, perhaps a wry smile, but I did not understand that, yet.  But for the time being, I was on board the Point Defiance and it was my home, for the next three years.

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne

The USS Point Defiance (LSD-31)

Stevie Joe Payne 2008 at age 64

Watch #1

My name is Stephen Joe Payne and I am originally from Pawhuska, Oklahoma.  I served aboard the USS Point Defiance (LSD-31) from December 28, 1961 until January 22, 1965.  Navy enlisted personnel rarely use their first names and so we become known to each other as just Wherry, Sigwing, Jones, Smith and so on.  To most men aboard my ship, I was just Payne but I also had a nickname of "Huck" or sometimes even "Huckleberry Hound."  I got the nickname from two things.  First, I had made friends with the Philippine people I had met and there was a guerrilla group known as the Huks.  I had nothing to do with the guerrilla group but the nickname of Huk was often applied to any Philippine citizen as a derogatory term so I was called a Huk lover by someone and then just Huk which became Huck.  Secondly, I have a tattoo on my lower left arm of a small cartoon dog that was popular on television before I enlisted in the navy.  He was one of my favorite cartoon characters so when I decided to get a tattoo, I saw Huckleberry Hound on the wall and I got it.  I preferred the popular cartoon character Yogi Bear but my big Indian friend, Jess Paul Tomey, also from Pawhuska had already been tattooed with Yogi and I didn't want to copy him.  He suggested the sidekick bear for Yogi which was a rather unintelligent fellow named Boo Boo.  I actually saw myself as the leader and I did not want to be Boo Boo, so I was tattooed with Huck, the cartoon character and his name "Huck" spelled out just below it.  Few people in the civilian world have called me Huck so if someone does use that, I know they were from the Point Defiance.  Jess and I got our twin tattoos, meaning that we got them at the same time, he first, and then I, in a parlor in Long Beach, California and I think they cost around $16.00 then.  They were not expensive, I know that, or I would not have gotten one.

There will be more about me subsequently so I will talk about the Point Defiance now and I plan to blog a lot and share with any of my shipmates, former shipmates now, of course, but I still think of them as shipmates.  The USS Point Defiance was a Dock Landing Ship, and the navy does many things backwards for classification so she was identified as a Landing Ship, Dock, or LSD and her hull number was 31.  In Japan we said "sanjuuichi" for 31 which the Japanese taxicab drivers knew as our hull number and they could get us back to our ship no matter how drunk we were, and I'm embarrassed to say it, but sometimes we were drunk.  The better known LST ships of the navy were Landing Ship, Tank.  The keel for the Point Defiance was laid down in Pascagoula, Mississippi in 1953 and she was commissioned as a ship of the United States Navy in 1955 so you can see that she was not a very old ship when I came aboard.  But she had a lot of nautical miles under her belt then.  Those are the first facts about her and I'll talk about my first day aboard the Point Defiance in my next segment.  Ships' name are too long for sailors who must repeat them often and we all gravitated towards nicknames for our ships.  Ours became just The PD for most of us.  The PD was my home for three years.

More on the next watch.

Stevie Joe Payne