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From the early days of sail, the Lucky Bag was a bag into which misplaced items found aboard the vessel were put. In more recent naval days, the Lucky Bag is a small storeroom or large locker where master-at-arms stow articles of clothing, bedding, personal items, and other miscellaneous objects found on deck. In the spirit of the Lucky Bag, this section provides information that would not logically fit in other sections.

Sent by Freda Stinson -Feb. 12th 2006
You Might Not Ever Guess..........The Silent Hero's
Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 as age 76 , which is odd,
because he always looked to be 76.
(DOB: 6/27/27.) His death reminded me of the following story.
Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried
in a grave alongside 3 and 4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery.
His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC). Nothing else.
Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why
the heck does he rate burial with these guys?
Well, following is the amazing answer:
I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences.
In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces
often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected,
only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions.
Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima.
There is only one higher Naval award.....the Medal Of Honor.
If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man,
he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.
Dialog from "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson": His guest was Lee Marvin.
Johnny said, "Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine
in the initial landing at Iwo Jima...and that during the course of that
action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded."
"Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross
for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot
up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down.
But, Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew...
We both got the cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look
cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and
directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach.
Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood
there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety.
He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety
was more important than his own life.
That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off
Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me,
lying on my belly on the litter and said, where'd they get you Lee?
"Well Bob... if you make it home before me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!"
Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew.
The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan.
You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo."
On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS,
gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect
of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth.
But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over
twenty-five confirmed kills to his name.
He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm
and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat,
able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat.
After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and
therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also
dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children
on the right path in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life
and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm.
America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about
their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best.
They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.
Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst.
Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would most like to have
on your side if anything ever happened.
Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom.
With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr. Rogers.

From James Wheeler. February 6th 2005
Marty, happy to hear from you concerning my ship. As I get older(74)
I relive the days and years that I served on the Mighty Mo.
I spent well over 3 years on board. In fact I slept 3 years in the same bunk.
The following are the ports visited during my 3 plus years on the ship:
Kwajlein, Eniwetok, Pearl Harbor, (our home base).
In Alaska: Adak, Attu, Shemba, Dutch Harbor, & Kodiak.
In Japan: Sasebo, Yokosuki, Yokohama, and Kure
In Korea: Cho Do and Inchon. In Phillipines: Subic Bay, Sandley Point and Manila.
Also, Hong Kongand Saigon.State side: SanFrancisco and San Diego.
Will try to send some pictures later on.
You can find more about the ship by loging in on "Operation Wigwam".
Our ship was one of twenty five ships to take part in this atom test.
I knew very little about this test until I got it on the computer 2 years ago.
You can use anything I send you on the ship's log.
The following is something I got out of the Lexington Hearld a couple of years ago:
The end of the war, as Lexington's James Reynolds witnessed it.
"It was an overcast day, and I don't remember it being any big celebration,
" he said, "We were glad it was over, but it wasn't any big surprise."
Reynolds, then a 26 year old seaman, watched from the deck of the USS Moctobi
as the surrender papers were signed on the deck of the nearby battleship
Missouri in Tokyo Bay.
"All the Japanese representatives and most of the other dignitaries went right
by our ship on the way to the Missouri. Reynolds's ship had played one other
small role in the event. The Moctobi, a fleet tug, had helped maneuver
the mighty Missouri into postition for the surrender cermonies.
The Moctobi and her crew of ninety-five were assigned to Adm. William Halsey's
Third Fleet to assist damage or disabled ships when needed.
They had already seen action at Okinawa, Iwo Jima, Saipan and other combat zones
in the Pacific war.
When the Japanese agreed to surrender on August 14th., the Moctobi was one
of the first US ships sent into Tokyo Bay.
"They assigned a Japanese pilot to guide us in,: Reynolds said.
"All those waters were mined, so they sent us in first because we had less men
on board if something went wrong."
"But a couple of porpoises swam right into the bay with us,
and as long as I could see those I thought we were safe"
Tokyo Bay was still a dangerous place. Japanes suicide planes periodically
attacked American ships even after the surrender.
A severe storm almost capsized the Moctobi before she could leave for home.
"A big wave rolled us over on our side, and the people on the ship behind us
said they didn"t think we'd ever come back up," he said.
"But we did," said Reynolds, who runs a real-estate appraisal business.
"That's the only reason I'm here today."

Old Sailors
Old sailors sit and chew the fat
about things that used to be, of the things they've seen,
the places they've been, when ventured out to sea.

They remembered friends from long ago, the times they had back then.
The money they spent, the beer they drank, in their days as sailing men.
Their lives are lived in days gone by, with thoughts that forever last.
Of bell bottom blues, winged white hats, and good times in their past.
They recall long nights with a moon so bright far out on a lonely sea.
The thoughts they has as youthful lads, when their lives were wild and free.
They knew so well how their hearts would swell When Old Glory fluttered proud and free.
The underway Pennant such a beautiful sight as they plowed through an angry sea.
They talked of the chow ol' Cookie would make and the shrill of the bosun's call.
How salt spray would fall like sparks from hell when a storm struck in the night.
They remember old shipmates already gone who forever hold a spot in their heart,
when sailors were bold, and friendships would hold,
until death ripped them apart.

Their sailing days are gone away, never again will they cross the brow.

They have no regrets,
they know they are blessed,
for honoring a sacred vow. Their numbers grow less with each passing day as the final muster begins,
there's nothing to lose,
all have paid their dues,
until they'll sail with shipmates again.

I've heard them say before getting underway that there's still some sailing to do,
they'll say with a grin
that their ship has come in
and the Lord is Commanding the crew.

(Author unknown)Submitted by CWO4 Jeff Carson (RET)CHENG USS Quapaw

Afghanistan Christmas Carol
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the Land,
They're running like rabbits in Afghanistan,
Osama's been praying, he's down on his Knees,
He's hoping that Allah will hear all his Pleas.
He thought if he killed us that we'd fall and Shatter,
But all that he's done is just make us Madder.
We ain't yet forgotten our Marines in Beirut,
And we'll kick your butt, with one heavy Boot.
And yes we remember the USS Cole,
And the lives of our sailors that you bastards Stole.
You think you can rule us and cause us to Fear,
You'll soon get the answer if you live to Hear.
And we ain't forgotten your buddy Saddam,
And he ain't forgotten the sound of our Bombs.
You think that those mountains are somewhere to Hide.
They'll go down in history as the place where you Died.
Remember Khadhafi and his Line of Death?
He came very close, to his final Breath.
So come out and prove it, that you are a Man,
Cause our boys are coming and they have a Plan.
They are our fathers and they are our Sons,
And they sure do carry some mighty big Guns.
They would have stayed home with children and Wives,
Till you bastards came here and took all these Lives.
Osama I wrote this especially for You,
For air mail delivery by B-52.
You soon will be hearing a thud and a whistle,
Old Glory is coming, attached to a Missile
I will not be sorry to see your ass Go.
It's Red, White, and Blue that is running this Show
Author Unkown

Author Unknown

They say that marriage is a 50-50 proposition,
but you will find that a Navy wife will disagree with you.
As far as she's concerned, marriage is a full thirty-three and a third share.

We'll bet there is many a brown bagger's wife who sometimes wishes
the words used at a sailor's wedding read something like this:

"Wilt thou, Seaman, take this woman as thy lawful wedded wife,
to live together insofar as the Bureau of Naval Personnel will allow?
Wilt thou love her, take her to movies and return home promptly after liberty call?"

"Aye, Aye."

"Wilt though, ______, take this sailor as thy lawful wedded husband,
bearing in mind liberty hours, ship's schedules, watches, sudden orders,
uncertain mail and all other problems of Navy life? Wilt thou serve him,
love, honor and wait for him, learn to wash and fold blues and
keep the smoking lamp lit for him at home?" "I will."

"I, Seaman, take thee as my wedded wife from 1630 to 0700
as far as permitted by my commanding Officer,
liberty hours subject to change without notice, for better or worse,
for earlier or later, and I promise to write at least once a week."

"I, ______, take thee, Seaman, as my wedded husband,
subject to orders of the Navy, changing residence whenever the ship moves,
to have and to hold as long as my allotment comes through regularly,
and there is given my troth."

"By virtue of the authority vested in Navy Regs,
subject to regulations of the BUPERS manual and latest BUPERS notices,
I pronounce you man and wife!!!!"

Why I Love South Dakota at Christmas

When it's Christmas in South Dakota,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And its fifty-two below,
You can tell you're in South Dakota
'Cause the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of Christmas air
And your nostrils both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around,
I could never leave South Dakota . .
My feet are frozen to the ground!
Clyde Wilcox....

How To Simulate Being A Sailor
Buy a steel dumpster, paint it gray inside and out,
and live in it for six months.
Run all the pipes and wires in your house exposed on the walls.
Repaint your entire house every month.
Renovate your bathroom: Build a wall across the middle of the bathtub
and move the shower head to chest level.
When you take showers, make sure you turn off the water while you soap down.
Put lube oil in your humidifier and set it on high.
Once a week, blow compressed air up your chimney,
making sure the wind carries the soot onto your neighbor's house.
Ignore his complaints.
Once a month, take all major appliances apart and then reassemble them.
Raise the thresholds and lower the headers of your front and back doors,
so that you either trip or bang your head every time you pass through them.
Disassemble and inspect your lawnmower every week.
On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,
turn your water heater temperature up to 200 degrees.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, turn the water heater off.
On Saturdays and Sundays tell your family they use too much water
during the week, so no bathing will be allowed.
Raise your bed to within 6 inches of the ceiling,
so you can't turn over without getting out and then getting back in.
Sleep on the shelf in your closet.
Replace the closet door with a curtain.
Have your spouse whip open the curtain about 3 hours after you go to sleep,
shine a flashlight in your eyes, and say "Sorry, wrong rack".
Make your family qualify to operate each appliance in your house -
dishwasher operator, blender technician, etc.
Have your neighbor come over each day at 5 am,
blow a whistle so loud Helen Keller could hear it,
and shout "Reveille, reveille, all hands heave out and trice up".
Have your mother-in-law write down everything she's going to do the
while she reads it to you.
Submit a request chit to your father-in-law requesting permission to
leave your house before 3 pm.
Empty all the garbage bins in your house and sweep the driveway
three times a day, whether it needs it or not.
Have your neighbor collect all your mail for a month, read your magazines,
and randomly lose every 5th item before delivering it to you.
Watch no TV except for movies played in the middle of the night.
Have your family vote on which movie to watch,
then show a different one.
When your children are in bed, run into their room with a megaphone
shouting that your home is under attack and ordering them to their
battle stations.
Make your family menu a week ahead of time without consulting the
pantry or refrigerator.
Post a menu on the kitchen door informing your family that they are
having steak for dinner. Then make them wait in line for an hour.
When they finally get to the kitchen, tell them you are out of steak,
but they can have dried ham or hot dogs.
Repeat daily until they ignore the menu and just ask for hot dogs.
Bake a cake. Prop up one side of the pan so the cake bakes unevenly.
Spread icing real thick to level it off.
Get up every night around midnight and have a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich on stale bread.
Set your alarm clock to go off a random during the night.
At the alarm, jump up and dress as fast as you can, making sure to button
your top shirt button and tuck your pants into your socks.
Run out into the back yard and uncoil the garden hose.
Every week or so, throw your cat or dog in the pool and shout
"Man overboard port side!" Rate your family members on how fast they respond.
Put the headphones from your stereo on your head, but don't plug them in.
Hang a paper cup around your neck on a string.
Stand in front of the stove, speak into the cup again "Stove secured."
Roll up the headphones and paper cup and stow them in a shoebox.
Place a podium at the end of your driveway.
Have your family stand watches at the podium, rotating at 4 hour intervals.
This is best done when the weather is worst. January is a good time.
When there is a thunderstorm in your area, get a wobbly rocking chair,
sit in it and rock as hard as you can until you become nauseous.
Make sure to have a supply of stale crackers in your shirt pocket.
For former engineers: bring your lawn mower into the living room,
and run it all day long.
Make coffee using eighteen scoops of budget priced coffee grounds per pot,
and allow the pot to simmer for 5 hours before drinking.
Have someone under the age of ten give you a haircut with sheep shears.
Sew the back pockets of your jeans on the front.
Every couple of weeks, dress up in your best clothes
and go to the scummiest part of town.
Find the most run down, trashiest bar, and drink beer
until you are hammered. Then walk all the way home.
Lock yourself and your family in the house for six weeks.
Tell them that at the end of the 6th week you are going to take them
to Disney World for "liberty".
At the end of the 6th week, inform them the trip to Disney World
has been canceled because they need to get ready for an inspection,
and it will be another week before they can leave the house.
Sent to me by Clyde Wilcox

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