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neebee
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calif/texas
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Topic Author's Original Post - Nov 14, 2015 - 08:47pm PT
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hey there, say, all...
many of us have heroes in our families that teach us things, as kids...
some are just our dads or moms...
on a daily basis...
others, are, our dads or moms...
or our grandfolks,
or uncles... aunts,,or cousins, etc...
most the times, the world only catches glimpses of them...
but the FAMILIES cherish them, being that:
they are grateful that they lived through 'being hero',
any simpley just doing their duty, to their situations...
well, i accidently learned more a few things about
HEROES of the seas... little at a time...
just got curious about something i recently ran into, in my internet
question-surfing...
here you go...
http://www.uscg.mil/history/articles/Pendleton_Webster.asp
htthttp://media.navysna.org/HOF/W/Webber.htm
[Click to View YouTube Video]
man oh man... :O
Bos’n Cluff then ordered, “Webber, pick yourself a crew. Ya-all got to take the 36500 out over the bar and assist that thar ship, ya-heah?” With great trepidation having seen the conditions offshore and knowing his likely fate, but understanding his duty, he replied, “Yes sir, Mr. Cluff, I’ll get ready.”7 It was time to choose his crew. Only three men were available, since “other crew members had made themselves scarce when they heard that CG-36500 was to be sent.” 8
All three quickly volunteered. BM1 Webber’s volunteers included the station’s junior engineer, Engineman Andrew Fitzgerald, Seaman Richard Livesey, and a crewman from the nearby Stonehorse Light Ship, Seaman Irving Maske, who had been waiting for transportation back to his lightship.
At about 5:30 p.m., as BM1 Webber and his crew readied their dory to row out to the CG-36500 MLB, local fisherman and neighbor, John Stello, yelled out over the din: “You guys better get lost before you get too far out.”9 Webber knew all too well what his friend was suggesting. Go out and probably die or get lost and live other days to talk about it. Webber asked Stello to call his wife Miriam, who had been alone and sick at home for two days, and let her know about the rescue attempt.
At 5:55 p.m., Webber and his last-minute-crew left the pier in their wooden 36-foot-long motorized lifeboat driven along by its single 90 horsepower gas engine.As coxswain Webber turned his lifeboat into the channel, he could see the station’s lights and hoped for a hasty recall. Hearing nothing, he radioed the station and received the curt response “Proceed as directed.”10
AND--one more hero, of that awful night:
http://www.mwdc.org/Shipwrecks/Pendleton.html
Thirty-two of the tanker's thirty-three stern survivors were rescued, only the ships cook, ordinary Seaman George C. Meyers perished. West Virginian George Meyers was no "ordinary" seaman. Weighing in at 350 pounds he was affectionately called "Tiny" by his freinds.
It was like a watery hell as red flares, dropped from circling aircraft, illuminated the scene. A rope "Jacobs" ladder was hung down the starboard side of the stern. The crew could climb down the ladder but would have to jump the last few feet, the next to bottom rung was missing. Meyers helped hand down half of his shipmates to the waiting Coast Guard lifeboat before the last three, including himself, were forced to jump. He got on the lifeboat but fell off as a wave caught the craft. Several men tried to pull Meyers aboard but were unsuccessful due to his excessive weight and the violent tossing of the boat. Soon thereafter another wave caught the lifeboat and crushed Meyers against the tanker's hull.
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SC seagoat
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Santa Cruz, Moab, A sailboat, or some time zone
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Nov 14, 2015 - 09:29pm PT
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The Navy and Coast Guard service runs through my family for many generations.
The latest is my nephew, a 2010 graduate of the Coast Guard Academy.
Spending a lot of time sailing I have a deep fondness for the Coasties. I'm not too happy that under Homeland Security their mission has changed considerably.
Kurt with his dad (my brother) and on the job.
Susan
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Topic Author's Reply - Nov 14, 2015 - 11:31pm PT
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hey there, say, susan... wow, thanks for sharing about your family...
there is someone when i was growing up that shared some special stories from
the coastguard... and i always wanted to know more about their work...
thank you so much...
say, jody, thanks for stepping in here, too...
wow, i sure hope more folks have some family heroes, to show...
:)
edit:
as to quote:
wow, susan, i did not know this... oh my...
... that under Homeland Security their mission has changed considerably.
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rudyg
Trad climber
Sausalito
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Nov 15, 2015 - 01:04pm PT
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The Coast Guard saved my dad's life in 1996... He was on a fishing boat coming back from crab fishing in the Bering Sea. The boat sank in 100+ kt winds and a helicopter/rescue swimmer plucked all 5 guys out of their life raft. The helicopter was getting freezing spray at 3000 ft elevation and was so iced up they had to return to Kodiak using instruments alone. The crew all received the Distinguished Flying Cross for the rescue.... I'm forever indebted!
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perswig
climber
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Nov 15, 2015 - 02:15pm PT
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Given the undercurrent of mild lawlessness that exists around here, the USCG is not always liked, but is always respected. They might mutter about 'puddle pirates' after a safety citation, but I'll bet most fisherman are at most 1 or 2 degrees removed from someone assisted by the Boothbay crew (MLB or RBS) or even air out of the Cape.
Semper Paratus might be the official motto, but whenever I see them around, I always think of this one:
"You have to go out, but you don't have to come back..."
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A letter to the editor of the old Coast Guard Magazine, written by CBM Clarence P. Brady, USCG (Ret.), published in the March 1954 issue (page 2), stated that the first person to make this remark was Keeper Patrick Etheridge. Brady knew him when both were stationed at the Cape Hatteras LSS. Brady tells the story as follows:
"A ship was stranded off Cape Hatteras on the Diamond Shoals and one of the life saving crew reported the fact that this ship had run ashore on the dangerous shoals. The old skipper gave the command to man the lifeboat and one of the men shouted out that we might make it out to the wreck but we would never make it back. The old skipper looked around and said, 'The Blue Book says we've got to go out and it doesn't say a damn thing about having to come back.'"
Etheridge was not exaggerating. The Regulations of the Life-Saving Service of 1899, Article VI "Action at Wrecks," section 252, page 58, state that:
"In attempting a rescue the keeper will select either the boat, breeches buoy, or life car, as in his judgment is best suited to effectively cope with the existing conditions. If the device first selected fails after such trial as satisfies him that no further attempt with it is feasible, he will resort to one of the others, and if that fails, then to the remaining one, and he will not desist from his efforts until by actual trial the impossibility of effecting a rescue is demonstrated. The statement of the keeper that he did not try to use the boat because the sea or surf was too heavy will not be accepted unless attempts to launch it were actually made and failed [emphasis added], or unless the conformation of the coast--as bluffs, precipitous banks, etc.--is such as to unquestionable preclude the use of a boat."
This section of the Regulations remained in force after the creation of the Coast Guard in 1915. The new Instructions for United States Coast Guard Stations, 1934 edition, copied Section 252 word for word as it appeared in 1899. [1934 Instructions for United States Coast Guard Stations, Paragraph 28, page 4].
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Nov 15, 2015 - 03:42pm PT
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Howard Elliott was a Coast Guard.
Howard lived on the front (glassed-in) porch of Apathy House in Pacific Grove, home to myself, the Rev Jeff Mathis and Larry Jones. He was a late addition to our "crew." Larry had brought him home one night for dinner to see could he fit in with our stuff and Howard hauled out a bottle of ouzo for our dessert.
He fit right in and his extra rental helped out lots. We were students, all but Jeff, so there wasn't much money in our wallets most of the time. Food stamps helped, too. And Jeff had his "climbing grant," and planned to leave in April for the Valley to spend the Spring there, and the Summer, too.
Howard had just been released by the CG after having served in Antarctica one Winter. His job was...I don't remember, but he later on became a farmer along the Sonoma coast.
One thing he had we all enjoyed from time to time was one of the new Datsun convertibles, the Datsun 2000.
It was RED! And it was perfect for running around in the hills out behind Monterey and Carmel. He drove it sanely and kept it pretty clean.
He was unsure if he'd stick around for a second semester at Monterey College, and was considering re-enlisting, when he hooked up with one of Jeff's exes, a certain Michaela from Carmel-uh. She was half-crazy and ready for any sect that came down the mountain lookin' for converts. Howard was given the shaft, just like a dog when he's gone mad, she just cut him down and he felt awful for months.
We lost contact that summer of '70. I ran into Howard again, though, in North Face's Factory Outlet. I sold him a tent, he went back to his farm in Sonoma, and we never met again.
He had mixed feelings about living in Antarctica. He said it beat fighting in SE Asia. Well, I guess!
Howard had a gift for understatement.
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