I suppose the stage was set early for my Naval career. As a teen-ager during World War II, I read books about military service. My favorite comic strip was "Tim Tyler's Luck" about two guys who were in the Coast Guard. My favorite radio programs (no TV then) were "Don Winslow of the Navy" and "Captain Midnight". I had my secret encoder badge and my own Flight Squadron of friends who wrote letters to service men. I had several cousins and an Uncle serving during the war. Four cousins; John Wesley, Edwin Bernard, Sr., Paul Vernon and Robert Eugene Quick, were on the USS Quincy which was sunk by the Japanese and the youngest, Robert Eugene, perished. The Newark Advocate published a nice article with a picture of Edwin (Eddie) Quick. The article no longer appears to be accessible via the internet, but it was published by the Newark Advocate; Newark, Ohio and can be obtained by contacting the publisher.

I always had visions of flying and wanted to join the Air Force but at that time, the Air Force was a part of the army and usually, if you didn't make it into the Air Force, you ended up as a paratrooper and that wasn't exactly my cup of tea. While I was debating on the issue, my Aunt Bertha Philipps informed me that two of my cousins (Earl Coss and Philip Philipps, Jr.) were enlisting and that I should join them, so I did. My aunt later became a "Gung Ho" Navy mother and had two other sons serve in the Navy and a daughter in the WACs. She was also active in the Navy Mothers Club. Anyway, we rode the train to Great Lakes and began our training. Earl Coss was the first to receive orders after boot camp and became a storekeeper serving on the USS Coral Sea. After about 6 years, he decided to got out of the service. Philip was next to receive orders and he was assigned to Electrician's School at Great Lakes. He later on attended several navy schools, including Nuclear and was assigned to duty serving on several submarines. He later made Limited Duty Officer (LDO) and retired as a LTCommander. You can visit his submarine web site at SUBMARINE.

I finally received orders to Washington, DC for an assignement no one could give me information about. I attended several classes in Communications Technician school and was assigned to the Naval Security Station; Washington, DC where I remained until the spring of 1952. It was during this tour that I met and married my wife Jean. Thus began my career. For more pictures and information relative to my career, go to: Naval Cryptologic Veteran's Association or NAVY LOG and enter the name you are searching for.


A Navy Chief is looked upon as the "Backbone of the Navy" because of his/her years of experience and the fact that he/she is the senior Non-commisioned officer. A chief is an E7, a Senior chief is an E8 and a Master Chief is an E9. Originally, an E7 was the highest enlisted rank but about 1960, the E8 and E9 ranks were added to bring the Navy rating system in line with other branches of the service. Not only is a chief looked upon for his/her experience and wisdom, but he/she is also the buffer or go-between for enlisted men/women and commissioned officers. The chief assigns work details, counsels, administers discipline and is normally as proud and protective of his/her charge as a father is of his son or daughter. So it is I pass along the following for your laughs. I do not know the author but it was sent to me by a friend as "Another Sea Story for the 1 MC" (A ships PA system).


A Reincarnated Navy Chief

One of my old XO's swore that seagulls were reincarnated Chiefs who
cruised the docks and piers looking for people to "crap" on. More than
one morning he would be in front of the crew berating us for something
we had or not done when an "Old Chief" would fly over and bomb him. It
always gave me a great deal of pleasure to look up and say, "Thanks

This page is currently under construction!! In the near future, I hope to add more information and pictures.

"ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN" (rev. 5/2005)

I like the Navy. I like standing on deck during a long voyage with sea spray in my face and ocean winds
whipping in from everywhere - the feel of the giant steel ship beneath me, it's engines driving against the sea
is almost beyond understanding. It's immense power makes the Navyman feel so insignificant but yet proud to
be a small part of this ship, a small part of her mission.

I like the Navy. I like the sound of taps over the ships announcing system, the ringing of the ships bell, the
foghorns and strong laughter of Navy men at work. I like the ships of the Navy - nervous darting destroyers,
sleek proud cruisers, majestic battle ships, steady solid carriers and silent hidden submarines. I like the
workhorse tugboats with their proud Indian names: Iroquois, Apache, Kiawah and Sioux - each stealthy
powerful tug safely guiding the warships to safe deep waters from all harbors.

I like the historic names of other proud Navy Ships: Midway, Hornet, Princeton, Sea Wolf and Saratoga. The
Ozark, Hunley, Constitution, Missouri, Wichita, Arizona, Iowa and Manchester, as well as The Sullivan's,
Enterprise, Tecumseh, Cole and Nautilus - all majestic ships of the line. Each ship commanding the respect of
all Navymen that have known Her, or were privileged to be a part of Her crew.

I like the bounce of Navy music and the tempo of a Navy Band, "Liberty Whites", "13 Button Blues", the rare
72 hour liberty and the spice scent of a foreign port. I like shipmates I've sailed with, worked with, served
with or have known: The Gunners Mate from the Iowa cornfields; a Sonarman from the Colorado mountain
country; a pal from Cairo, Alabama; an Italian from near Boston; some boogie boarders of California; and of
course a drawling friendly Oklahoma lad that hailed from Muskogee; and a very congenial Engineman from
the Tennessee hills.

From all parts of the land they came - farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England - the red clay area
and small towns of the South - the mountain and high prairie towns of the West - the beachfront towns of the
Atlantic, the Pacific and the Gulf - All are American; all are comrades in arms - All are men of the sea and all
are men of honor.

I like the adventure in my heart when the ship puts out to sea, and I like the electric thrill of sailing home
again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting on shore. The extended time at sea
drags; the going is rough on occasion. But there's the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the devil-may-
care philosophy of the sea. This helps the Navyman - The remembrances of past shipmates fill the mind and
restore the memory with images of other ships, other ports, and other voyages long past. Some memories are
good, some are not so good but all are etched in the mind of the Navyman - and most will be there forever.

After a day of work, there is the serenity of the sea at dusk. As white caps dance on the ocean waves, the
sunset creates flaming clouds that float in folds over the horizon - as if painted there by a master. The darkness
follows soon and is mysterious. The ship's wake in darkness has a hypnotic effect, with foamy white froth and
luminescence that forms never ending patterns in the turbulent waters. I like the lights of the ship in darkness -
the masthead lights, the red and green sidelights and stern lights. They cut through the night and appear as a
mirror of stars in darkness. There are rough stormy nights, and calm, quiet, still nights where the quiet of the
mid-watch allows the ghosts of all the Sailors of the world to stand with you. They are abundant and
unreachable, but ever apparent - And there is always the aroma of fresh coffee from the galley.

I like the legends of the Navy and the Navymen that created those legends. I like the proud names of Navy
Heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John McCain, Rickover and John Paul Jones. A man can find much in
the Navy - comrades in arms, pride in his country - A man can find himself and can revel in this experience.

In years to come, when the Sailor is home from the sea, he will still recall with fondness the ocean spray on his
face when the sea is angry - There will come a faint aroma of fresh paint in his nostrils, the echo of hearty
laughter of the seafaring men who once were close companions - Now landlocked, he will grow wistful of his
Navy days, when the seas were the largest part of him and a new port of call was always just over the horizon.

Recalling those days and times, he will stand taller and say: "ONCE I WAS A NAVYMAN!"

E.A. Hughes, FTCM (SS), USN (Retired)
Copyright, 1958, 1978

About the author. After completing a tour of duty, Master Chief Hughes was attending Denver University and wrote "Once I Was A Navyman" as a course requirement for English 102, more than 40 years ago. Several versions have appeared on the internet. I have deleted the version I had displayed here in favor of the current version provided to me by its author. Although we have never met in person, communicating with Ed makes me feel like I have known him forever. That's the way Navy friendships are. An undescribable comradery that exists no whereelse. If you have never been aboard a Navy ship, you really have missed something. The luminance and sunsets of the Pacific he refers to, are truly spectacular. If you have enjoyed this writing as I have, please send Master Chief Hughes ( a little note, I am certain he will be happy to hear from you. Walt

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