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Semper Paratus!
The tropical lush green paradise of Puerto Rico, it's warm friendly people, and
beautiful women captivated me from the moment I stepped off the plane.
The ocean breeze was refreshingly clean and I was truly impressed with the
island's unique allure. I felt quite lucky to be stationed here and being a watersports fanatic, I planned to really enjoy my free time here.
I knew that my SA
status was temporary and thus pursued these details without complaint as
hundreds of other new arrivals did before me.
security gate and patrol duty which included two night shifts every week.
I had
joined the Coast Guard with the intent of making a career of it, and my mind
was always at work trying to discover what role I could best play in the Coast
Guard and how I could get there the quickest.
could accomplish any position within the service if I diligently applied myself
towards that goal.
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After
weeks
thought,
of
personal
I convinced myself
in
Coast
Guard
rescue
although
Aviation
as
an
"Aviation
program that
for
after
two
Cadet"
I could apply
years
of
I set my
long-term
out
this
daily
Within six
months I passed all the courses to get myself promoted to the next rung up the
ladder as a "Seaman" or E-3.
boats that roamed about San Juan Harbor daily looking for a variety of
federal pollution violations, checking to see that lighted buoys were working,
and doing port security patrols. Tooling around in a boat with two other
enlisted men and no officers sure beat the hell out of painting buildings in
the hot Caribbean sun any day.
a floater out of the bay a dead person who either committed suicide, was
murdered and dumped in the harbor, or some drunk who fell off a cruise ship deck
or private yacht. If the body had been in the water more than two days it was a
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gruesome and smelly affair as decomposing human tissue is one of the worst
odors I have ever smelled.
clan of boatswain mates and they chose a way I will never forget for as long
as I live. One day while doing routine harbor patrol while I was in training,
it was suddenly announced that one of the channel marker
near the
mouth of the
harbor
buoys
lighted
with my tool belt despite choppy seas which made it a real challenge.
The
boys in the boat instructed to me to "sit tight" while they went back to pick
up a new battery. Well, I sat tight for about three hours as the seas began
rolling along with my stomach as the buoy bounced from side to side and
it's red light came on right on schedule.
battery, but after vomiting
repair.
Within a few short months I became a proficient boat handler and became
the only E-3 in Coast Guard history to become a rescue boat coxswain,
At age 18 I commanded
In retrospect,
I now question
our sanity at the time, going out in the worst possible sea conditions to
assist others who never bothered
pumps or life jackets.
to listen to weather
someone out of the angry sea or get hugged by a boat captain whose ship
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was exciting and fun work. We patrolled in 30, 40, and 41 foot life boats
similar to the one above. The work was very rewarding even in the worst
weather imaginable.
The U.S. Coast Guard does some of the most valuable work for America
saving lives at sea, intercepting drug shipments, identifying and arresting
major polluters, illegal whalers, international fishery poachers, and border
security. In time of war the Coast Guard works for the U.S. Navy and over
3,000 coasties served in Vietnam. When oceans turn angry and you are
stuck on one in a boat that is being battered by 20 foot waves, or a
hurricane is within eyesight, the one thing you want to see most is a Coast
Guard rescue boat or helicopter. I once recall rescuing a couple that was
stranded at sea for almost a week and when we show ed up they hugged
and kissed us like a big brother for almost five minutes/ They must have
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said Thank You more than fifty times. But aside from high seas rescues,
we also did some routine boring stuff as well like inspect cruise ships for
safety violations, tow boaters who drank too much and drove their boat up
on a reef, and play highway patrol on the water, stopping and checking the
registration papers of vessels. You never know what you will stumble
across even human traffickers or someone smuggling liquor.
In the
Northern latitudes and arctic, Coast Guard ice breakers keep shipping
lanes open and notify sea captains o any icebergs that may pose a danger.
The patrol work is 24/7/365. This small outfit really earns it budget many
times over and I was for the most part, proud to serve in the Coast Guard/
Although,
we
weren't
supposed
to
"fraternize"
with
officers,
befriended a few including a jovial and charming fellow named Frank Ballou,
a career officer from the South who
respectable
socializing
allowed
to be seen
often get together for a game of chess off base in one of the many tourist
hotels on Condado Avenue
Morro
fortress
fascinated
that guarded
San Juan's
father figure.
famous
The
EI
man
the
military
I explained
branches
with
only
Institute, 2)
Passing
number of months
courses
training,
from the
3) serving
a minimum
of six
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Frank said I could be in flight school within two years and the days couldn't
pass fast enough for me.
My other friends could be counted on one hand and they were all lowly
enlisted
men
like
myself.
My favorites
were
Don
Kayser
a fellow
buckeye from Toledo and Vince Brinker, a great surfer I met in basic training.
Vince would teach me how to sail Hobie Cats, catch a wave and speak a
little Spanish - just enough to flirt with the local women, and almost get
me arrested.
something along the lines of "Hello there young lady, can I buy you a drink?"
when in fact the real meaning of the words
would be a real honor for me if you sat on my face and let me guess
your weight!" Vince was truly a character and his calling in the Coast Guard
for the next four years would be as a radio man, a position that required a
fairly high security clearance.
waves
smoking
and
rolling
the
most
joints
I ever
seen. Personally,
girl named Priscilla Delgado who I assume he ran off and married because
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I kept seeing less and less of him as time went on until he disappeared
off the radar screen. Love does strange things to people you know.
everyone
from uniforms
on
the
base
to toilet paper.
supplied
with everything
he
helped
they needed
Yet another
friend
I made
was
another
radioman
named
Patrick
or smoker
Like
in each
other's company.
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But as I was making friends, I also made an enemy by the name of Chief
Bass. Funny thing,
I never found
called him "Chief'. This guy ran the Public Works and motor pool sections on
the base and he was always short of seaman to do his grunt work and it
seemed he resented that fact that I was working on the boat crews and
not
under
compound
his supervision
matters
E-3s
on
the
base.
To
had the rank I did my best just to avoid him. When I couldn't,
it seemed I
always found myself with extra duty details like collecting trash or scrubbing
urinals.
persuaded me to take
Bass was
on a collateral
under
his supervision
version
of a PR director.
a young
duty
as the
Lt. Mike
base
Crye who
photographer
details, I saw less and less of Chief Bass which was just fine with me.
my instructor
Muniz
had to take
off for a family emergency for several weeks. He never returned and I had
learned he was arrested by the DEA in some drug sting. I learned to fly in the
worst possible plane possible A Grumman TR2 trainer which was underpowered
and had the glide ratio of a rock. The low wing configuration made landing a
nightmare. I was elated when I later got to fly high wing Cessna 172s.
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About nine months after my arrival to the island I heard rumors that Don
Kayser was under investigation since there was some pilferage going on in
the Supply section.
officer
in
the
supply
were two local Puerto Ricans named Chief Corretejer and Eddie
Villafaine. Fortunately one night I was assigned to the midnight watch and
as I was making my security rounds,
I noticed
some
unusual
activity
going on near the entrance of the. Supply depot. There was a familiar car
parked with it's lights off but motor running right in front of the supply office
door. As I approached,
of his car, and he smelled badly of rum (Puerto Rico is home to the world's
best rum). "How and what are you doing Chief?" I asked. Startled, the
Chief stumbled and groped for an explanation. "There's a party over at the
officer's club and they ran out of some things" he replied. But glancing into
the trunk of his car, I wondered aloud as to just how many cigarettes could
be smoked at one party. The guy had loaded
about
300
cartons
of
he was stealing
about $1,800 from Uncle Sam. But since he was actually in charge of the
Supply Depot it would be easy for him to pull this off merely by editing
his inventory
told him as I went to wake up the duty officer who that night happened to
be my friend Commander Ballou. As I was explaining the circumstances
Frank, we walked
three
to
to confront Chief
minute
butt remained
walk the
on the
ground.
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Frank and I then walked to the front gate and confirmed with the gate guard
that the Chief was on and off the base in less than 35 minutes according to
the log book kept at the gate.
guy red-handed and that my friend Don would be totally vindicated of the
gossip being spread behind his back. As I searched the gate area for the
proper forms to report the incident, I felt Frank's hand on my shoulder as
he guided me away from the gate area. "Ill handle this Bruce, just resume
your rounds". I didn't doubt him for a minute so I took his advice. But as I
walked awa y, he added "Be sure you don't tell a soul about what you saw
tonight,
ya hear?"
Puzzled,
I couldn't
I'm
going to handle this my way and you're going to have to trust me on this".
And so I did.
I learned a t a subsequent
whole matter.
on the base knows the Chief has a drinking problem, and he was probably
so stewed he probably wasn't thinking straight. He's got over 20 years in
the Guard. and we can't let a few cigarettes come
pension".
between
him and
his
told him so, he looked me straight in the eye and replied "This was the CO's
decision not mine so don't get the wrong idea ya hear?"
The Commanding
as an efficient administrator.
There would be
Only a few weeks later a 65 foot sailboat called the "Double Eagle" was
towed
The twin masted boat had it's wooden hull painted a bright green with
white trim. It was being confiscated and held as evidence for
smuggling
drugs. Less than one hundred feet away, the U.S. Coast Guard Buoy
Tender "Sagebrush"
Gorcyca,
wanna
I understand
Spanish and Spanish is just what we need right now for a little business
transaction in town".
his friends
As he started to explain
When I declined
his offer he
countered with an increased offer of $500 and even $1,000 after I said
no a second time.
huff and warned me "Keep your lip buttoned if you know what's good for
you", His offer was to accompany him and his pals into town to visit a few pawn
shops and drug peddlers to see if they would buy some of the things and drugs
they stole off of the Double Eagle.
A few days later I heard one of them boasting at a bar how they made $80,000
off of the Double Eagle.
five page letter about what took place, and once again, nobody was charged
with anything and eventually a"
Puerto Rico, but not before Pat Wesphal was found dead in his quarters.
Officially they said it was a "suicide" but even today I still have my doubts.
Officially, I can't prove otherwise, but I do know from my conversations with
Pat that his last days on Earth were filled with nervous fears of retribution.
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uneasy and
transferred to the U.S. Coast Guard Cutter Point Warde, an 82 foot Patrol
Boat that would take me hundreds of miles away from San Juan for weeks at a
time. In days and months ahead they would probably wish they sent me to an
icebreaker stationed at the North Pole.
But the Point Warde with it's crew of 7 enlisted men and no officers was
nothing less than McHale's Navy and it was a real blast as we visited almost
every island in the West Indies in pursuit of smugglers and conducted rescues at
sea. Along the way we did plenty of deep-sea fishing and scuba diving. But the
Point Warde was home-ported in San Juan and for every three weeks we
spent on sea patrol we spent a week or two docked in San Juan, so I never
really lost touch with my friends there or the problems on the base. San Juan
is a major tourist destination with casinos, plenty of cruise ship parties, beaches
full of tanned babes in tiny bikinis, so working there was almost a semi-vacation.
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second
in command
under Captain
Commander at the time. George was the butt of many a joke but no one
dared to test his authority since he was extremely strict, quick to punish,
and always too serious. His ego was rumored to be bigger than Puerto Rico
itself and if someone failed to salute him properly, forgot to say "sir", or even
questioned one of his many daily orders, they found themselves
But one
day Mr.
appeared
on the
Garbe found
me admiring
on report.
white 19 foot tri-hull Cobia speedboat with a huge 235 hp Evinrude engine
on it - just perfect for water skiing.
mind because
he walked
over
and
asked
"Do
you
ski
Gorcyca?"
(Apparently enlisted men don't have first names in the presence of officers).
"Sure do and you sir?"
I replied.
would you like to buy this boat?" "Really?" I asked just assuming he was the
owner to make such an offer. "Yeah really - just make me an offer".
asked him about a dozen questions about the
propeller,
radio,
life jackets,
boat's
motor,
I then
missing
we agreed on $800 if the engine didn't start and $1,000 if it did - but it
had to be cash. We shook hands and I handed him $800.
In less than a week the base mechanics had my outboard purring away
and we wasted
expensive radio, compass, and life jackets which were all government-issued
items. Like all good boaters,
with the Captain of the Port. When I went to the COP office to register the
boat BM1 Oscar Prieto asked me for the boat's title. I searched all over the
boat and realized I never got a title. So I went back to Commander
Garbe
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and asked for the title. He looked at me and just laughed as he replied
"You're in the Coast Guard son, whose going to ask you for paperwork?
It's been years since I had that boat titled and God only knows where all
those papers are". I didn't dare challenge his answer but I sure didn't buy it
for one
minute.
It didn't take
much
investigation
on my part to
discover the boat was actually confiscated by the Coast Guard and simply
went unclaimed. Apparently old George
as his own the day he saw me looking at it and sell it for his own personal
profit.
Deep down I was a bit pissed at myself for being duped like that but my
buddies and I were having too much fun with the boat to make that big
of a stink about it.
But one day, I just couldn't keep quiet about this any
longer and went to see Captain Parker after I realized I would never be able
to sell the boat without
my $800.
Captain
Parker
85
miles
away
to the
Coast Guard
Air
Station
at
Punta
another Coastie who didn't care much about the boat's family tree.
later heard that Commander Garbe sold yet another boat that wasn't his
to sell but I figure one day he'll be held accountable
by yet a higher
The Coast Guard's famous motto is "Semper Paratus" which is Latin for
"Always Ready" but frankly I was never ready for the surprises I found in
the United States Coast Guard. Still more were yet to come.
If you want to negate the truth simply smear and discredit those who dare to
speak it. - The Author Cpyright 1995-2014 By Bruce A. Gorcyca All Rights Reserved
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