My first refit in Holy Loch, Scotland was a rough one. A refit is basically when the other turns the boat over to you, you have to do all preventive and corrective maintenance for the equipment your division owns in about a month. A-Gang had more systems than any other division and were always understaffed. Plus you had to stand watch, maintain quals and do your collateral duties. During refit, we never went to our racks and mealtime was a decision … catnap or eat. Occasionally you would let a buddy know your hiding space and disappear for two or three hours but that meant you were sleeping outboard the hydraulic accumulators … you had to crawl into a space that could not be seen from three feet away and wear earplugs. In my entire military career, the sweetest words I heard was "Set normal underway watches" because that would be the first time I was in a rack in weeks.
With just three days of refit left, it was decided we would get liberty for the first time. So at 1800 I was headed out to the liberty launch(we were tied to a tender in the middle of the loch). As I passed my Chief, I told him I would need help topside about 0230, which was the last liberty boat time of the night. He laughed. Okay, just don't say I didn't give fair warning.
Now Tennents Ale on draft was the best beer I have ever had. For three more quarts and the fish n chips, I would fly back over and do one more run on a submarine. At 9% ABV, three would put on your ass, or as I called it, leave you seating impaired. Only through years of hard work and practice was I able to drink in this condition. Served at room temperature, they went down like sweet tea. My mouth is literally watering now, some 30 years later, just writing about it. Let's just say that I drank all I could handle plus a few.
We get back to the pier about 0130 and I know I am already in trouble and there is no way I can be sober by 0630 quarters and am going to take an ass chewing from my Chief. I used my best available judgement and decide that my chief is going to have to earn the right to stand in front of me for that, There was a little snack/news stand at the pier so I buy and eat a half dozen pickled eggs.
We had a short rain shower that night and when I got to the boat everything was wet. Now you always had to burn whatever clothes you took on a run because of the amine smell soaked into everything, was horrible and you couldn't get it out. So I was wearing a pair of Reeboks that were falling apart and slicker than bat shit. We had one set of stairs on the boat and they were made of stainless steel. On my first step I fell and basically went down the stairs upside down. My pants button gave way so I was flying them at half mast while going commando. About the time I got to the bottom of the stairs upside down and naked, my Chief and Division officer rounded the corner. My naked, drunk upside down ass hit my division officer chest high and I pinned him up against the freeze box door. Damned near knocked him out. I get up and while trying to pull my pants up, looked at my Chief and reminded him "I told you I was going to need some help".
I get just enough sleep to pass myself off as hungover instead of drunk, but I reek of beer and looked like I was dressed by Hellen Keller … wrinkled used dungarees, no gig line, belt missed loops, and unshaven. Other than that I had a real GI look to me. Chief decides to chew me out in front of the division. I pissed him off with the most basic of tactics … I smiled. Every time he paused, I would agree with him. His face was a red as humanly possible when he stepped up to mine. That's when I tried to ease one out. I damned near shit myself with this mixture of pickled eggs and Scottish ale. It really was a paint peeler, my own eyes watered and I almost puked. He did, all over me.
I have to give it to my Chief. He lent me to deck division that day and I found myself in a crawl space between the superstructure and the hull with a needle gun, supposedly to chip paint. It was a confined space that I could not stand, sit or turn around in. There was no ventilation other than me. I would fart and puke , fart and puke, shit and puke for twelve hours.