Food on a SSN

Back during our 1967 WESTPAC deployment we ran very low on toilet paper. I asked the chief to give me "extra military instruction"  and have the cook tell me to clean out the walk-in chill box. In those days, possibly still, apples were packed in corrugated boxes but they were individually wrapped in squares of soft blue paper. Knowing this, I carefully unwrapped all the apples, ... and because it was supposed to be punishment,  I cleaned the rest of the chill box. Enroute to the fantail to dump all the trash, one box of blue paper went to the radio shack, and the radiomen had toilet paper when the rest of the crew worried.

FTGC(SS) Lane wrote: Never went much beyond 65 days but the loadouts on the three fast attacks I was on were closer to the 120 days mark than the required 90. Made it fun for the DOOW for the first 20 or so days.

First thing we did prior to load-out on the 637s was to convert the Chill Box to a Freeze Box. No sense in having a bunch of fresh food taking up reefer space only to be empty in two weeks.  Crammed both boxes to the gills.  Only fresh milk taken was in the milk machine the day we got underway... powdered from then on. Eggs stowed in the Diesel Room initially.


Edited by SaltiDawg - 21 Jun 2016 at 10:48am

Never went much beyond 65 days but the loadouts on the three fast attacks I was on were closer to the 120 days mark than the required 90.
Made it fun for the DOOW for the first 20 or so days.

I have been told that little miscalculations like extended deployments were covered by stashed C-Rations in my time. Complete with cigarettes and toilet paper. However I will neither confirm nor deny having experienced this.  

Trshannon674 wrote: I had the opportunity to tour the California last week. They were serving steak and lobster tails for dinner. When I asked what the occasion was. I was told, "It's Friday".

On Pargo under Steve White in the mid to late 1960s about once a quarter in port he would have a lunch of Clam Chouder and Lobster and invite the Wardroom Wives and girlfriends.  He and our resident hard-core bachelor would stay, the rest of us were sent off to the O Club for lunch and working on getting the XO to let us stay for the afternoon.

BTW, that was, of course, also the menu in the crew's mess that day because by definition we subsisted out of the General Mess unlike skimmers.


Edited by SaltiDawg - 20 Jun 2016 at 3:33pm