Monday, January 23, 2017

2017 NDAA addresses ship scrapping, maritime heritage funding



An update to earlier posts related to the legislative actions surrounding the National Defense Authorization Act of 2017. Public Law 114-328 was signed into law by President Obama on 23 December 2016, a month ago today. The text of the NDAA is located here: https://www.congress.gov/bill/114th-congress/senate-bill/2943/text

The language related to STORIS and ship disposition is located under Section 3507 -- Use of National Defense Reserve Fleet Scrapping Proceeds. As you may recall, the specific language dealing with STORIS and many aspects of the underhanded actions of MARAD and other federal agencies was systematically stripped from the draft language by career bureaucrats and legislators sympathetic to MARAD and unfriendly to our position. That forced our side to pursue the legislative angles we were interested in on behalf of STORIS in a piecemeal fashion and without specific reference to STO.

As far as Maritime Heritage Grant Funding, Section 3507 returns decision-making authority regarding maritime heritage grant funding to the Department of Interior (National Park Service). The National Maritime Heritage Act of 1994 created the maritime heritage grant program.  The program was supposed to be funded by 25% of the proceeds from the sale of obsolete vessels located in the National Defense Reserve Fleet. The Department of Interior was responsible for determining the disposition of these funds. In recent years, MARAD has instead been hoarding the money.

In 2009, on behalf of the Maritime Administration, Congress amended the National Maritime Heritage Act and directed that MARAD not the Department of Interior determine how the maritime heritage grant funds were to be allocated.  MARAD then used the funds to collect agency employee oral histories and repair models within its own collection.

Now that authority has been rightfully returned to the Department of Interior/National Park Service, which means that there will now be more funds available for the 1000+ maritime heritage organizations that are already struggling to find funding in this tight economy. 

Section 3507 also requires MARAD to create an annual list of all government vessels available for disposal in the next five years.  This inventory will give MARAD greater awareness of the number and type of vessels for which it will be responsible.

Such a request was already posted to CG RADM Joseph Vojvodich by Congressman Garret Graves (R-La.) during a hearing last February. This was within the context of a discussion about CG Cutters during which STORIS’ illegal export to Mexico was specifically brought up by Congressman Graves. I am looking to see if there is any update to that request of the CG. If a response is available, I will share what I find.

The law also creates the expectation that MARAD, not GSA, is the federal agency responsible for the disposal of obsolete vessels. This is a huge development as GSA should never have been involved with the disposition of STORIS as her tonnage exceeded the 1,500-ton statutory limit to GSA’s involvement. Above that limit, MARAD should have had jurisdiction as the federal government’s lone authority for government ship disposal. This also applied to the 2011 excessing and disposition through auction of the CGC ACUSHNET and several NOAA research ships auctioned throughout 2014 and 2015.


Lastly, entities interested in acquiring an obsolete vessel for museum purposes will now have more information about which ships will be available.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

17 January 1972 - Russian fishing vessels LAMUT and KOLJVAN caught illegally fishing US waters, seized by STORIS



In one of her more dramatic law enforcement missions, on January 17, 1972, STORIS found two Soviet fishing vessels within the territorial waters of the United States. Radar picked up the two vessels inside the protective zone and upon further investigation, STORIS found the 278-foot fishing vessel, KOLJVAN offloading its catch to the 362-foot fish processor LAMUT in violation of U.S. laws. STORIS sent armed boarding parties aboard each of the Soviet ships and ordered them to the naval base in Adak, Alaska. 

While the ships were in route to Adak, LAMUT attempted to flee with the Coast Guard boarding party still on board. After an intense one-hour chase, STORIS’ CO, Commander William P. Allen, received permission from the commandant to fire a shot across the bow of LAMUT. STORIS sent a message to LAMUT that she was prepared to open fire and the Soviet vessel stopped. STORIS arrested both Russian masters and took them into custody aboard the cutter. All three ships arrived in Adak and charges were assessed against the two Russian ships.

In the end, the Soviets paid $80,000 in fines and $170,000 in an out-of-court arrangement with the United States, marking an end to the event. Afterwards, the Coast Guard awarded STORIS with a Unit Commendation in Seattle. CDR Allen received a Meritorious Service Medal and the boarding party officers received Commendation Medals. After her dogged pursuit of the Soviet vessels, STORIS earned the nickname “Galloping Ghost of the Alaskan Coast.” 

Here she is moored alongside LAMUT.

17 January 1956 - Juneau Cold Storage Fire




On January 17, 1956, CGC STORIS led the waterborne firefighting efforts when the Juneau Cold Storage facility caught fire. A major business serving the Southeastern Alaska fishing industry, the conflagration threatened several neighboring businesses including the Alaska Steamship Line dock and hangars of Alaska Coastal Airlines. The navigation crew of STORIS gently eased her bow against the shoreline and held her there as the deck crew directed streams of water across the adjacent street in an effort to suppress the fire and keep the flames from spreading to other buildings.

Photos 6, 18, 25 and 38 in the USCGC STORIS Album on USCG Base Kodiak's Facebook page have additional photos of the efforts, including the after effects on STORIS' paintwork from getting so close to the scorching flames. The photos were taken by EM2 Al Cottle and were shared with Base Kodiak by his widow, Luanne Heiner Cottle.



Saturday, January 7, 2017

TAMAROA reefing on hold pending PCB test results


The ex-CGC TAMAROA is still waiting to be reefed pending results of PCB testing. This is one of the main issues we have with STORIS being sent out of the country for scrap, since it is almost certain that she had PCBs on board in various cables and original paints. Exporting PCBs is illegal under the Toxic Substances Control Act of 1976...

http://www.usatoday.com/story/travel/nation-now/2017/01/04/zuni-tamaroa-perfect-storm-ship/96152806/?

FOIA Appeal sent to CG - Effort now over three years old


The response to the CG FOIA Release of 7 October went out this afternoon. The text is as follows:

27 December, 2016

Commandant, U.S. Coast Guard  - STOP 7710
2703 Martin Luther King Jr. Ave SE 
Washington, DC 20593-7710
Staff Symbol: CG-611

RE: Final Response - FOIA Appeal 2014-025

Dear ADM Zukunft (CAPT Michael Ryan), CAPT Messale, et al --

I am writing in response to the “final response” from the U.S. Coast Guard dated 7 October 2016 regarding the above-referenced FOIA request and associated appeal. Despite the lengthy amount of time that elapsed between the submission of my appeal in November 2015 and the CG response in October 2016, the answer from the U.S. Coast Guard is still deficient in that the Coast Guard’s efforts to fulfill the original request was insufficient/incomplete. This matter should still be considered open.

In a general observation, there is a ridiculous amount of over-redaction throughout the documentation. One of the main purposes of FOIA is to prevent the government from hiding information about its operations and to provide accountability. Hiding the circumstances around the actions of government employees and officials to prevent a range of response from embarrassment to prosecution is certainly not a legitimate reason for the government to withhold information. This flies in the face of what FOIA is intended to do. Though his administration is now over, when he was taking office in 2009, President Barack Obama issued a letter to all Federal department heads to supposedly usher in a new era of open government. 

This withholding of information is inconsistent with the transparency and good government guidelines established by President Obama in his Open Government Initiative announced in 2009. 

The President’s instructions were very clear: 

“Government should be transparent.  Transparency promotes accountability and provides information for citizens about what their Government is doing.  Information maintained by the Federal Government is a national asset. My Administration will take appropriate action, consistent with law and policy, to disclose information rapidly in forms that the public can readily find and use... “ 

And further:

“A democracy requires accountability, and accountability requires transparency. As Justice Louis Brandeis wrote, “sunlight is said to be the best of disinfectants.” In our democracy, the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA), which encourages accountability through transparency, is the most prominent expression of a profound national commitment to ensuring an open Government. At the heart of that commitment is the idea that accountability is in the interest of the Government and the citizenry alike.

The Freedom of Information Act should be administered with a clear presumption: In the face of doubt, openness prevails. The Government should not keep information confidential merely because public officials might be embarrassed by disclosure, because errors and failures might be revealed, or because of speculative or abstract fears. Nondisclosure should never be based on an effort to protect the personal interests of Government officials at the expense of those they are supposed to serve. In responding to requests under the FOIA, executive branch agencies (agencies) should act promptly and in a spirit of cooperation, recognizing that such agencies are servants of the public.

All agencies should adopt a presumption in favor of disclosure, in order to renew their commitment to the principles embodied in FOIA, and to usher in a new era of open Government.  The presumption of disclosure should be applied to all decisions involving FOIA…”  

This openness is also backed up by then-Attorney General Eric Holder in his March 2009 memorandum related to FOIA.   

“First, an agency should not withhold information simply because it may do so legally. I strongly encourage agencies to make discretionary disclosures of information. An agency should not withhold records merely because it can demonstrate, as a technical matter, that the records fall within the scope of a FOIA exemption. 

… But as the President stated in his memorandum, ‘The Government should not keep information confidential merely because public officials might be embarrassed by disclosure, because errors and failures might be revealed, or because of speculative or abstract fears.’ 

… FOIA professionals should be mindful of their obligation to work ‘in a spirit of cooperation’ with FOIA requesters, as President Obama has directed. Unnecessary bureaucratic hurdles have no place in the ‘new era of open Government’ that the President has proclaimed.”

Coast Guard officials assert that the redaction of the STORIS documents released on 7 October is necessary to protect the privacy of those whose names were redacted. The problem is that we are not asking for private information related to these Coast Guard officials and officers. This isn’t matter of invading anyone’s privacy by requesting addresses, birthdays or Social Security numbers. These emails and documents are directly related to official actions these officers carried out as part of their duty in service to the U.S. Coast Guard. This is not protected personal information or other sensitive data to justify redaction. It appears to simply be an attempt by the Coast Guard to arbitrarily redact and hide the identity of various officers and officials who do not want to be associated with the destruction of the ship. There has been a backlash from STORIS Veterans and members of the public who cared about that cutter. Now the agency involved wants to hide the involvement of those responsible. The arbitrary nature of the redaction becomes clear when you realize that other officers’ names were not redacted, up to the rank of RADM. The actions and comments within this context is official action within the official capacities of these officers and officials as part of the U.S. Coast Guard. This redaction of these STORIS-related documents is an overreaction and overreach to my request.

The specific problems that were not addressed in the Coast Guard’s response of 7 October are very similar to the issues I pointed out with my last appeal letter submitted on 15 November 2015. These are as follows:

1. The response did not address at all the missing hazardous materials manifests and remediation documentation that was requested in the original submission of 4 November 2013. 

Once again, it is my understanding from speaking with several retired Coast Guard officers that it is a routine procedure that once a cutter has been decommissioned from Coast Guard service, the associated records and documentation for that cutter are removed from the Technical Library/Office of Cutter Forces. At the time of my original FOIA request of 4 Nov. 2013, the CGC STORIS had been decommissioned almost seven full years. Therefore, as a matter of procedure, the records associated with CGC STORIS would have been purged well before my inquiry. Yet the Coast Guard has responded that a comprehensive search of Cutter Forces records was undertaken, at a facility – according to operating procedure – that would no longer serve as a repository for those records. 

One overall question becomes a matter of what the full procedure for the records purge involves. Are the records for decommissioned cutters disposed of/destroyed or are they moved to a separate archival facility somewhere else, such as the National Archives and Records Administration? The only records for STORIS that are immediately identifiable within NARA holdings are some Night Order books, many ship’s logbooks in Washington, DC, and a drawing set at the NARA facility at College Park, MD. Again, to say that a full search of the Cutter Forces facility was performed when that facility as a matter of procedure would no longer hold the requested records is quite disingenuous.

There is also the matter of the “completeness” of the described search.

2. Attached is an email from retired Commandant Papp to Jim Loback, president of the STORIS Museum. Copied on this email is current Commandant Paul Zukunft. It’s likely that there are other such communications and documents within Coast Guard holdings. Once Admiral Papp became involved, he would have sent correspondence related to this issue to his Chief Counsel (Judge Advocate General) and to Coast Guard Congressional Affairs.  I have received none of these related emails. In addition, these other parties would have responded via email as it is standard practice for Coast Guard senior leadership to communicate internally for these types of matters using the email system. It is also likely there was other correspondence among the officers involved to discuss further this situation with the ship. Again, we didn't receive anything of the sort.

3. Another critical document not provided by the U.S. Coast Guard is the “Specifications for the Lay Up Preparations of USCGC STORIS (WMEC-38) May 2007,” prepared by the U.S. Coast Guard Maintenance and Logistics Command Pacific Naval Engineering Division. This document was obtained by searching other U.S. government resources, and was not provided by the Coast Guard. This is particularly problematic considering it contains specific information directly related to the request. There is also likely a separate stream of communications from within the Coast Guard related to the creation of this document. There would also be communication between the Coast Guard and the external contractors who performed the work. We have seen nothing related to this document.

4. Pages 28-29 of the materials released on 7 October directly reference a MISLE report for a vessel inspection performed on STORIS on 3 September 2013. The email correspondence discusses the report directly, but the Coast Guard did not provide an actual copy of the report, which is likely No. 4706182 based on the link, which obviously cannot be accessed outside the CG computer servers. This is an obvious deficiency for the response. The correspondence is attached for reference.

These examples clearly demonstrate that there are materials that exist related to CGC STORIS and her excessing, sale and disposal that the U.S. Coast Guard did not send in response to my FOIA inquiry.

As stated previously, STORIS was a nationally significant historic ship listed on the National Register of Historic Places. This recognition should have encouraged her preservation and interpretation for posterity, following established Federal law, best practices and precedent. Instead, she received expedited destruction at the hands of the Federal Government bureaucracy. There is keen interest in how this great ship was allowed to be destroyed and an expectation of full transparency from this administration.

Your attention to this matter is greatly appreciated.

Sincerely, 

Jon A. Ottman

on behalf of the STORIS Museum of Juneau, Alaska (dissolved 2014), The Last Patrol Museum of Toledo, Ohio 
as well as the veterans and supporters of the USCGC STORIS

CC: Nikki Gramian, Office of Government Information Systems, NARA
Ref OGIS File No. 201400438 - USCG FOIA 2014-0566 of Nov. 4, 2013 re: USCGC STORIS (WMEC-38)   

Danielle Ivory, New York Times

31 December marks four years for STORIS on National Register




Four years ago,  USCGC STORIS was listed on the National Register of Historic Places, officially recognized as nationally significant and worthy of historic preservation with her listing on Dec. 31, 2012.

Just a few short months later, the same U.S. government that recognized the ship as nationally significant and supposedly worthy of preservation sold her to a shady scrap merchant who then held the ship hostage in an extortion scheme over the summer. The government then allowed the ship to be illegally exported for dismantling in Mexico.

We are still left to ask WHY?

This was no ordinary ship... This was STORIS, Queen of the Fleet, Bulldog of the Bering and Galloping Ghost of the Alaskan Coast.

It is sad to read knowing her ultimate fate, but her exploits and history are forever enshrined in the National Register documents. Section 7, uploaded at http://goo.gl/1FkXPF, is a physical description of the ship as well as a description of the ship's evolution over time. Section 8, uploaded at http://goo.gl/DBK8Oe, is the narrative history of the ship.

If you haven't already done so, please read these documents to fully understand what we have lost. We should be walking her decks and admiring fresh paint in Toledo where she was born. Instead, we only have black and white on paper to remember her.

And for this is why we fight for accountability with the STORIS Act legislation and various components of similar legislation. We know there are issues with bureaucratic corruption and incompetence from what we have gleaned from the various FOIA releases we have received in the last three years. And yet we are still waiting for answers as we are owed more in the way of FOIA. 

It's been over three years since we lost STORIS but there is still work to be done. 

Best wishes to STORIS Supporters in the New Year and I look forward to continued correspondence with all of you.

Remember your friends, remember good times gone by.
Remember the Mighty STO!

A STORIS Sea Story for Christmas by BM3 Malcolm Robert Dick



Everybody likes a good story at the holidays. But just because it’s the holidays doesn’t mean that the hard-working vessels and crews of the US Coast Guard get any slack. Forty-nine years ago, in December 1967, the cutter STORIS and her crew were having a busy month, with search and rescue, a burial at sea and heavy weather complicating their efforts. A boatswain's mate aboard ship, BM3 Malcolm Robert Dick, recorded the experiences of the crew in a letter home to his parents. To look back, it's amazing to read of what serving on STORIS was like in heavy weather, even more so to realize it was "just another day at the office" for that brave ship and crew. Reposted with permission from Mr. Dick.

Accompanied by a STORIS Christmas card posted recently by Ray Rebmann, Jr. to his Fred’s Place Tribute Facebook page and a photo of STORIS taken from the stricken freighter STEEL FLYER by David Dent…  More photos are on the way and can be posted once I have them in hand.

STORIS SEA STORY

Friday, 8 December 1967 

Dear Mom and Dad, 

CG Cutter STORIS is underway as before in the Gulf of Alaska some two hundred miles south of Kodiak. Our course is 185 degrees T, enroute an unknown position four hundred miles 
off Kodiak to intercept and tow, standby or destroy a drifting Foss Tug barge. I am sitting on the mess deck writing this as we churn our way south. 

We’ve been involved in this search and rescue (SAR) mission since 0500 Monday morning and probably will be involved with it until the middle of next week; it’s been one SNAFU after another. A combination of both in port and underway weather and events has made it difficult to write. 

The last two weeks are good examples of why no one in his right mind would live on or near Kodiak Island. The wind rarely has dropped below 40 knots since Thanksgiving and last week was one solid williwaw. We guys in the deck department have been on the go checking mooring lines, replacing broken gear and generally keeping the ship where it should be at the fuel pier. 

Maybe my mood is affected by the departure of – or soon to be departed – friends, Mike Usilton, Duane Kennedy and Steve Derry. Mike already left for 40 days leave, after which he goes to USCG Group Chincoteague about 50 miles from his home. Duane also is taking 40 days leave to Iowa and will return to duty at Portland, Oregon. Steve Derry, my bunkmate for the past year leaves in less than two weeks, and is headed for Texas. Man, I’m going to miss my buddies. 

Ok, enough whining and back to the story… 

The real wind began last Wednesday; it blew hard all night and quieted during the day. By Friday, it just got stronger as the day wore on. I had the duty Friday and stayed up late to watch mooring lines, all of which were taking a heavy strain. It blew 40 to 50 knots all day Saturday, and I stayed aboard ship. CITRUS returned Saturday with a full load of ice; her bow and everything forward of the bridge covered with six inches of ice. One of her crewmen slipped on an icy deck and somehow pulled his kneecap half off. I didn’t see him but understand he was in a lot of pain. 

Mr. Rudolph called me to the wardroom early Sunday morning to give me the day’s skinny, since I had the duty. A large storm was working its way up the Aleutian Chain and two other systems were converging with it in the Gulf of Alaska. Nice. By 0900, Sunday, the wind was a steady 60-70 knots with gusts of 80-95 miles per hour, blowing us directly off the pier. 

We had every mooring line, breast line and even tow hawsers set to keep us moored. By 1200, Sunday, winds were 80-90 knots with gusts to 120 +. Our anemometer only goes to 120. The winds ripped enormous sheets of spray off the bay, blasting over the ship, all in bright sunshine. At one point, the anemometer gauge unwound back to zero, a little strange. One glance up the mast told us why: the anemometer propeller was gone. 

The Captain was aboard all day and spent much of that time on the bridge. He told us he probably would have gotten the ship underway and out of the harbor had he known the storm’s severity. I’m sure he was right but the pier looked pretty good compared to what the sea must’ve looked like in 120 knots of wind. However, there was no way we could get underway for sea, as we would have blown ashore had we tried to cast off. 

All mooring lines were taught to the point of parting. Line 5 actually smoked it was so tight. We were afraid to slack any of the lines, but, in the end, had to adjust for the tides. By the way, it is also bitter cold, well below freezing. 

CITRUS got a recall about noon, Sunday, but couldn’t get underway till 1500 when the wind slacked enough for her to spring off Marginal Pier. She had the opposite problem we did: the wind kept her plastered against the pier tight as hell. Her SAR was a fish boat that dragged anchor and was going aground in Puale Bay, across Shelikof Strait. The crew of the F/V ST ANTHONY reportedly was abandoning ship, near suicide in this weather. I say, “was” because it’s been almost a week now and CITRUS still is looking. Not much chance for the fish boat crew. CITRUS is looking for bodies now. 

The wind hit again, harder, about chow time, Sunday, and blew with no let-up during the night. The entire deck crew was up all night keeping the ship secure. About 2100, I was down below, aft, and heard a tremendous, “BANG!” I scrambled into my foul weather gear (walking and standing on deck was impossible…you kind of pulled yourself from point to point) and hustled topside to see what had busted. It turned our line six, our stern line – ½” 
cable –parted at the chock. The noise we heard below was the fairlead and parted line slapping the fantail deck. We replaced the cable with 5” nylon tow hawser, bowsed with chafing gear, and went below to find hot cocoa or coffee. 

All was relatively quiet till 0400, Monday morning, when one of the guys (we took turns making rounds of the mooring lines) noticed the hawser parting at the chock. By the time we got dressed and on deck, one strand was taking the strain. We got the bad part aboard, the hawser reset, all just in time to go gulp more hot coffee and then prepare the ship to get underway for a SAR call. A little easier said than done, I might add… 

This is where the story of the barge really begins (By the way, we’re back in port now and I’m writing this letter on the bridge. Everyone on the mess deck thinks I’m writing an encyclopedia.). 

No one has time to eat and we have little desire, knowing what probably lies ahead at sea. We are anxious about the boat ride out to the barge, wherever the hell it is. STORIS is ready to get underway by 0800 but mooring stations aren’t set until 1015. There isn’t much point standing in the wind until we have a reasonable chance of getting away from the pier...one more reason why we will follow our skipper to hell and back. The Captain watches the wind for what seems like hours; when it lulls for a moment, we cast off everything holding us to the pier (including buoy chain by this time,) and depart the pier at close to full power, nearly washing poor old USS KODIAK ashore in the process. That’s the most excitement those guys have had in years! 

The wind steadies to 40-50 knots once we clear Kodiak and we ride pretty well in a following sea. It is crystal clear and the sea surface is covered in six feet of tattered “sea-smoke,” and it seems like we are sailing over puffy cotton ripping by a lot faster than Storis will ever go. As we get further to sea, the seas rise considerably and sleep is out of the question. I have the mid-watch and get to lie in my rack for a while, anyway. 

We find the barge with our radar about 0400 Tuesday and chase it till noon. The weather is deteriorating (yes, it actually gets worse) and it is impossible to put a boat over the side to transfer towing gear to the barge. About noon, it becomes immaterial as we are ordered to secure from our barge to assist Alaska Roughneck, the tug that lost the barge. She evidently is making heavy weather of it and in her skipper’s words, “Don’t know exactly where we are.” So, we are supposed to find and assist these guys somewhere in 
thousands of square miles of really ugly ocean. Jeez. 

We finally get RDF bearings on Roughneck and spend the rest of the day cruising around the North Pacific looking for him. By Wednesday morning, we are still looking, with seas building into the significant class. Did I add that no one is able to sleep? Or get hot meals? 

A CG aircraft finally finds Roughneck 50 miles offshore and gives us the position, which is a lot closer to Kodiak than we are. That puts our course right into steep, nasty seas that later cause us to come about and run with the seas for a time to fix stuff that came adrift earlier. Cargo secured on the well deck washes from its moorings, the LCVP is full of ice and salt water; the anchors are loose in their hawse pipes, a block on the starboard ready 
boat fails, allowing the strongback to fall to the deck; and the port well-deck door is broke, so we tie it shut and finally close fresh air vents on the 01 deck that allow salt water into parts of the ship not built for that kind of foolishness. The power of water is amazing. 

We locate the tug on radar about midnight, just as he pulls into a nice calm bay on Sitkinak Island. We are ordered to return to Kodiak, sick of the barge, the tug, the North Pacific, and everything associated with this SAR. Not to mention we are going on five days with little or no sleep and mainly sandwiches for food. 

We arrive Kodiak at 0900 Thursday morning, only to be told we must immediately get underway to recover Mr. Foss’s goddamned barge. The skipper’s reaction is priceless. He strings words together to describe the situation in terms most lumberjacks would admire. We couldn’t agree more. We also wonder why Mr. Foss’s own tugboat isn’t assigned the job. 

We are underway, again, by Thursday, noon, with an additional passenger, a recently deceased Captain Frank Curry, who evidently expressed a desire to be buried at sea. 

It might have been okay if the body had come complete with box or casket, but no such luck. Capt. Curry arrives trussed up in a canvas bag appropriately embalmed and weighted with 350 pounds of lead. Several of us seamen cart the departed Captain from a station wagon to the fantail where it falls to me to secure the body against the superstructure. We Bosuns make our duly appointed rounds at night, which requires us to check and see if the Captain is still with us. Brrrrr. 

Friday morning finds us underway as before in deteriorating (I hate that word) weather, building seas, snow, wind, all the ingredients needed to send Capt Curry to his reward. We aren’t in a giant hurry to find the barge, which, by this time drifts 500 miles out, so we stop and commit Capt Curry to the deeps. All hands muster on the fantail and I have the dubious honor of being a pallbearer. The skipper reads from his seaman’s bible and, “commits the body unto the deeps.” Splash... 

It will be a very, very cold day before they do that to me. 

Seas are rough, but we search the entire day for the damned barge. CG Station Kodiak tries to send out an airplane to help us search but the weather is bad. No kidding. We figure that out all by ourselves. By now the barge could be almost anywhere in the North Pacific. 

The weather improves on Sunday, enough so that a CG amphibian (we call them “Fighter Bombers”) locates the barge at 1400 hours. It is 80 miles NE of us from a poor LORAN fix by the aircraft. Our airborne friend loses an engine and returns to Kodiak for afternoon tea. Needless to say, our search is fruitless. The plane returns on Monday and finds the barge some 50 miles NE of us. 

It’s pretty ironic that the barge drifts from just off Sitkinak to 500 miles at sea and now is drifting back towards Kodiak. Seems the only way for Storis to get out of the North Pacific is to follow the barge ashore. 

We prepare to take the barge under tow all day Monday, which entails raising the A/C crane to its full vertical position, then rotating it 180 degrees to secure it to the mast and a bulkhead. It is a ticklish operation at sea, because the lifting cables go way slack in the fairleads allowing the cables to jump the shivs if things go wrong. We know that, but we need the crane out of the way. 

I am on the well deck about 1115, looking aft down the starboard side of the 01 deck as the ship takes a deep starboard roll. As it reaches the depth of its roll, I hear a loud “BANG,” and watch the A/C fall outboard over the starboard side. I don’t see it hit the deck but I sure as hell hear and feel it, as the ship vibrates for several seconds. It takes me about two seconds to reach the fantail, where I see the A/C draped over the starboard warping winch, hanging outboard, dragging in the water. By some miracle, no one is hurt although there are several white faces staring over the side. 

As far as we can tell, the lines slipped their shivs and jammed so they were immovable. The ship’s hard roll caused the crane to move on its base turntable, come up hard on the now immovable cables, cutting them like butter, sending the crane to the deck. Really hard. It is bent and twisted, hanging over the side, severed lines hanging; every time the ship rolls to starboard, the crane groans and shifts from the force of the water. It is only a matter of time till something really bad happens like a line getting in the screw. That is big trouble. Over the next hour, our First Class Boats, Vandervest, crawls out on the crane (hanging over the side in a substantial sea) where he clips together the topping lift line so we can raise the crane from the water. I volunteer to operate the controls and raise the crane to the deck, which goes without incident. But not without a couple of fervent prayers for those six cable clips! We all had to write statements and I had to wait a few minutes for my hands to quit shaking. 

We finally arrive at the barge by 1500, an hour later than planned. The ready boat is lowered, no mean feat in the large swell and sea that is running. The boat crew is supposed to secure a light line on the barge’s towline so we could bring it aboard and use the barge’s towline to tow the barge. Cdr. Hein, our XO, brings the ship close aboard the barge on our port side to assist our boat crew in the towline exchange from the small boat to the ship. 

Good plan in theory. We are all on the port side watching the operation when it quickly becomes obvious the barge is setting down on Storis a whole lot faster than anyone anticipates. For a moment, it looks like the port ready boat davits; along with any stray ship parts on the port side will be forcibly removed. By the time Storis clears the barge, there are maybe ten or twelve feet separating us. Remember, there is a large swell and six more 
feet of wind waves on top of the swells. One moment, we are many feet above the barge; the next moment, the barge seems ready to launch itself onto our fantail. All of us on the fantail watch it all unfold, fascinated, from the starboard side. 

I am responsible for getting a heaving line, with messenger line, to the ready boat, which I do. The ready boat crew intends to put a sling under the barge’s tow hawser and reave the messenger line through the tow straps. We would take aboard the messenger till we retrieve the barge’s 3” Manila hawser (none too big for an ocean going barge, by the way), which we will bring aboard to our port warping winch, allowing us to secure the towline to our main tow bitt. Hope that makes some sense. You probably had to be there to understand it. 

Seas are rising fast and it is getting dark. We do not recover the barge’s towline and still have a boat away in seas quickly getting nasty. The prudent decision is to secure, which we do. Too bad. We could’ve done it. I learned a lot even if we didn’t capture our barge. The next chore is to recover the ready boat in high seas at dark. Friedenbloom, the boat cox’n, receives the painter and orders the falls secured to the ready boat, just as an enormous swell shoves the boat away from the ship. The ship just as suddenly (it’s amazing how fast this all happens) lurches to starboard, leaving the ready boat instantly suspended in twelve or fifteen feet of air, slamming the boat against the ship, sending it under the hull, almost out of sight of those of us on deck. 

Just as quickly, the ship rolls back to port, squirting the boat out from under the ship’s hull. There is much crashing, banging, lines thrashing, falls and davits bending and groaning, plus all the boat/ship collision noises coming from below us. As soon as the boat reappears, it is hoisted aboard with six wet, shaking souls mighty glad to be back aboard Storis. The barge will wait for another day. 

The next day, Tuesday, 12 December, I get up at 0330 for my watch after spending five or six hours being tossed around in my rack. Sleep is impossible. The wind is 45-55 knots and rising quickly; the seas prohibit putting a boat over the side to recover the barge’s towline. By 0800, all hell breaks loose: a Navy plane in our vicinity loses two of four engines and plans to ditch near us. That’s a really bad idea with high seas in our vicinity. A freighter, SS Steel Flyer, reports losing its rudder in heavy seas 250 miles SW of our position at almost the same time. 

Evidently the plane figures we are a poor bet and does something else; we head for Steel Flyer. She is at least 30 hours away and it is apparent the weather is taking a serious turn for the worse. The skipper estimates sea height at 65’ during the worst part of the day. No one argues with him about it. They defy adequate description. 

A few words about life on USCGC Storis in bad weather: it’s not a lot of fun. The simple act of walking is an art, sometimes impossible, when it’s rough. At times, it IS impossible. Today, Tuesday, we are underway as before, headed yet further into the North Pacific to render assistance to Steel Flyer. 

The weather steadily deteriorates overnight and the seas by mid-morning are huge. Enormous. Staggering. I can’t begin to describe their ferocity. We head into the seas, turning for 13.5 knots, our service speed, making perhaps 3 knots. The ship is pounding heavily, lurching, crashing, no one able to take more than few steps without grabbing something, smashing into a bulkhead, getting thrown across a compartment or passageway. Noise is everywhere; wind, the seas roaring over the ship, the ship, itself, stuff falling, guys groaning, swearing. The ship frequently stops, dead, as it smacks headon into a huge sea. Everything else continues forward until it or they encounter something solid. The entire ship shudders, surges upward at a dizzying speed, then falls off, usually canted to one side or another, and crashes into the bottom of the wave, waiting to do it all over again. Man, it gets old. 

On the bridge, forward visibility is limited to maybe a quarter mile but it doesn’t matter. All we can see through the spray and snow is a forest of enormous waves with equally huge breaking crests, all coming dead at the ship, seemingly bent on killing our ship and us along with it. The forward third of the ship routinely disappears underwater. One minute in this stuff is an eternity. 

Somewhere in all of this, noon chow is piped and we dutifully trundle to the mess deck and gulp what the poor cooks prepare. It’s funny…you would think food would be the last thing on our minds but most of us are used to the violent motion and go on with life as best we can. Including food. You know me! 

The cooks deserve special mention because they do their best to prepare decent meals in an ancient galley under conditions that defy description. The simple act of heating soup becomes a hazardous chore. We bitch a lot about our food, but generally are well fed, three hot meals whenever possible, which means in all but the worst weather. The messdeck portholes, today, look like commercial washing machines. They normally are 10’ above the waterline but on days like today, they often as not are under water. 

Most folks disappear after chow and quarters. I make a giant roast beef son-of-a-bitch (Pacy Handlovsky’s description of a roast beef sandwich) and head for the main hold, which is forward and rough riding. The bosses won’t be down there this day. I crawl down the ladder and inch my way forward to the watertight door leading to the hold. Ducking through, without getting bashed by the heavy door (timing is important), I scuttle across the hold to the bosun’s locker, where a chair is tied to the bulkhead. 

I settle in to chow down on my roast beef son of a bitch when a bunch of things happen all at once: the ship rises and just keeps going up. The sea must be beyond enormous. Swede Hanson is crossing the main hold and another guy is stepping across the coaming at the watertight door. 

What happens next is unforgettable. The ship abruptly stops its ascent and falls off to starboard. In a millisecond, we are falling so fast that I float out of my chair; Swede levitates off the deck and the guy stepping through the watertight door floats over the coaming. No one has time to think or react…just imprint what happens. We hit bottom with unbelievable force. I thump into my chair, Swede flies across the entire hold into a batch of fenders and all hell breaks loose. The ship vibrates, resonates, flexes. We watch our great big home shudder from the force of hitting the bottom of that sea. We think the forward half of the ship has torn away from the rest of the ship. Stuff flies everywhere. The noise is more than deafening; it assaults us from every direction. We are scared stiff. 

After an eternal second or two, the ship rights herself and rises to meet the next sea. We are thoroughly frightened and want nothing more than to be somewhere else on earth. Anywhere else on earth. I read somewhere there are no atheists in a foxhole. I know what the guy means. 

Shortly after that escapade, the ship’s PA tells us we were coming about to run with the seas and to stand by for heavy rolls. In sixty-five foot seas, that could be a life or death decision. We all painfully are aware the Captain is taking a necessary action to ensure we live to sail another hour, another day. It isn’t a great choice but if the Old Man believes it gives us the best chance of survival, it is ok with us. Not that he asks our opinion…. 

All this is going on while I continue to eat my sandwich in the bosun’s locker, six feet below water line. I guess we weren’t scared enough to quit eating! It is interesting, however, to hear the story of how the skipper brings the ship about. A Quartermaster named Carney tells the story best: Carney is at the engine telegraph, and the skipper is watching the seas. The skipper is quiet, apparently calm. How he can be calm in situations like this is beyond me. 

Carney is anything but calm but also watches the seas, knowing what will happen if things don’t go right. The skipper waits for several minutes, and then waits some more. He’s watching wave patterns, waiting for a series of big seas, after which a series of smaller seas should follow. The key word, of course, is “should.” After what seems like an eternity, the skipper gives the command (Cdr. Hardy has assumed the “con,” meaning he is in direct command of the ship. That happens only in moments of duress or entering/leaving harbor) to come about and concurrently asks for full power. The helm is down, the engines at full power before the words are out of his mouth. Then begins the wait. The big Cooper Bessemer engines rumble and the ship vibrates with increased RPM’s. The ship begins to ever so slowly turn. It’s agonizing. One hundred people are riveted to whatever place they occupy, thinking, saying, “C’mon, baby. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” I assume everyone, including me, is asking God for a little help, too. The ship heaves over in the seas, as she begins her ponderous turn. Carney is thinking, “Go, baby. Goddamn, give me an oar; Give me anything to make this tub turn faster. Go, baby, pleeeeaaase.” 

The Captain has chosen his timing with skill borne of forty years at sea. We come about and steady up on a course with the seas. Suddenly the ride is smooth, or at least it seems so. The waves are so big the ship rides up and over with relative ease and slides down the other side like a surfer. That’s the catch. Running with big seas is a much easier ride but the ship could surf, broach and capsize if any number of things goes wrong. The helmsman must really be on his toes and the ship must go fast enough to maintain steerage but not so fast that we lose control on the downhill slide. 

I wander up to the bridge after things settle down and stare in awe at the seas. Lord, those big seas are running by us ABOVE the bridge. The overhanging crests crash around us, over us, longside us, but we remain afloat and moving. It is a brutal but beautiful scene, right out of a book. But it is all too real. Some day, this will make a great sea-story but I’d rather be anywhere else, right now. 

We run with the seas till the storm abates later that evening, when we came about and continue our journey to Steel Flyer. Oh, by the way, this is the ONLY time we’ve ever turned to run with the seas on a SAR. We’re proud of that. 

Steel Flyer is a C-3 freighter (so I’m told), 470 feet long and 8400 gross tons, displacement, a lot bigger than our 230’ and 2300 tons. She is in ballast, riding light and high. I’ll bet she had fun on Tuesday. Evidently she could maintain some steerage way using her engines. We are underway all Wednesday and reach Steel Flyer at 1900 in the dark, with a light sea and enormous swell. Two tugs are enroute, one from Seattle, the other from Adak. Get this: the freighter skipper declines our offer to tow because, he says, we are “too little,” and the danger to us would be too great. That damages our egos but saves us a lot of work. The master must’ve been quite a seaman. He had no LORAN so was doing all his navigation by celestial and DR, and doing a very good job of it as his fixes were accurate given  conditions. Roughneck’s skipper could’ve taken some navigation lessons from this guy. His  ship also survived high seas with no rudder, another impressive feat of seamanship.  

We stand by the freighter all Wednesday night and Thursday, and have a potentially serious boiler fire Thursday night. Seems the skipper was playing poker with the chiefs, left for a trip topside and discovered the smoking boiler. Bet the snipe watch standers got their butts chewed! Navy tug, Chanowac, a 210 ocean going tug, arrives 0300 Friday morning and the commercial tug, Sampson, is due Sunday, from Seattle. Seas continue to abate and we are released later Friday to go home. Halleluiah! We have a moderate sea off our port quarter, and are making 14 + knots towards Kodiak. “The Rock” will look good after this misbegotten series of events. 

Even after the past two weeks, I marvel at the sea’s beauty. Friday night is clear; the moon full, save for a few fleecy clouds racing across the sky. The moon silvers the clouds and a light sea breaks the reflected moonlight into millions of silver shards. Every ripple is like a silver spark. I stay on deck for half an hour watching the light show till I get cold and go below to warm up. It’s still November in the North Pacific. 

Mr. Foss’s barge is still somewhere “out there,” and we hold our breath. Maybe it sank… Supposedly a commercial tug is searching for it and we wish them well. We never want to see it again. . 

It’s not too long till Christmas and we will be here, or at sea. I really miss you guys and can’t wait till I rotate next July. Seems like forever. Our weeks at sea are three days long: yesterday, today and tomorrow. Nothing further back or ahead matters. Just yesterday, today and tomorrow. July seems like a million years away. Maybe that’s just the way it has to be to maintain some sort of sanity in our world. 

Merry Christmas from the USCGC Storis! 

Bob

Thursday, December 8, 2016

GSA wastes $1.2 million on sculpture that sickens federal employees yet they couldn't let STORIS be preserved for a few thousand




If President-elect Donald Trump wants to drain the swamp of worthless bureaucrats who waste government money, he should put the General Services Administration on his list of target agencies to eviscerate.

It has come to light that GSA spent some $1.2 MILLION dollars to purchase and install a large sculpture made out of cedar at the FBI building in Miami. The sculpture triggered allergic reactions in several employees at the facility and had to be removed and placed into storage.

$1.2 MILLION. And the bureaucrats at GSA wouldn't let us save STORIS for a museum, selling her instead for $70,100 and then allowing the buyer to flaunt federal deadlines to remove the ship from the Suisun Bay Reserve Fleet where she was stored. The Coast Guard spent over $300,000 keeping STORIS in mothballs to be used as a museum ship and GSA only recouped $70,100, saying it was in the best interests of the government to sell her that way.

http://www.politico.com/states/florida/story/2016/12/the-750k-sculpture-that-hospitalized-fbi-miami-workers-107768 

http://dailycaller.com/2016/12/02/govt-spends-750000-on-a-wooden-sculpture-and-it-made-everyone-sick/

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3997602/15-000lb-cedar-sculpture-FBI-makes-dozen-employees-seriously-ill-including-office-nurse.html

In the Politico story, we hear again from Saudia Muwwakkil  She was included in the correspondence we received through FOIA from GSA. As a propaganda... er, public affairs official with GSA, she was putting the positive spin on STORIS sale and destruction as it was going down.

Apparently this may fall into the "Art in Architecture" program where .5 percent of total costs are to be put into art acquisition. 

http://www.gsa.gov/portal/mediaId/208567/fileName/AIA_policies_and_procedures.action

Just seems like a colossal waste of money. But the GSA is skilled at that.

On the other hand, STORIS, as a federally owned property that was designated as nationally significant with her listing on the National Register of Historic Places, should also have fallen under the considerations of federal preservation law and procedures that encourage preservation of these properties so designated. 

GSA officials cared nothing for the culture and history that STORIS' preservation and interpretation would have represented. 

Drain the swamp. Drain the GSA in DC and Atlanta.

Ninety Days of Hell on CGC SEDGE – 22 November 1964, Kalgin Island, Cook Inlet, Alaska







Ninety Days of Hell on CGC SEDGE – 22 November 1964, Kalgin Island, Cook Inlet, Alaska  

From the memories of Gerald Stevenson, Floyd Steele and James Frye. Edited by Jon Ottman.

The Great Alaskan Earthquake on the evening of 27 March 1964 – Good Friday – would see several cutters from the U.S. Coast Guard rise to the challenge of providing humanitarian and military support to help a wide area of Alaska stricken by the quake and resulting tsunamis that left 128 people dead. Tsunami action in Alaska and the coast of the Pacific Northwest claimed the majority of casualties at 113. The quake itself was massive, registering 9.2 on the Richter scale. This made it the second most powerful earthquake ever recorded, causing approximately $311 million in damage. 

The Coast Guard dispatched the cutter STORIS (WAG-38) to Homer Spit to rendezvous with a convoy of tugs and barges headed to Anchorage with relief supplies. MINNETONKA (WHEC-67) and buoy tender SORREL (WAGL-296) headed to Prince William Sound, while buoy tender BITTERSWEET (WAGL-389) was posted to Seward and buoy tender SEDGE (WAGL-402) to Valdez. 

The weeks and months that followed involved hours of backbreaking labor across Alaska, by land and sea, to repair damage in order to return to some semblance of normal life. These efforts were compounded by the often-remote areas in which crews worked, miles from the nearest settlements and in the rugged Alaskan environment. 

Fifty-two years ago, on 22 November 1964, a terrible tragedy struck the 180-foot SEDGE as her crews worked to restore the light station at Kalgin Island in Cook Inlet. Lost that day were EN2 Raymond C. Frye, Jr., 25 of Washington, DC, and SNBM Donald P. Law, 24, of North Hollywood, Calif.

Decades have passed and the young men who were there on SEDGE are now seniors. Many of their shipmates have since crossed the bar themselves, leaving but a handful of veterans from that harrowing time aboard “The Mighty SEDGE.” For those who remain, the events of that day, the memories of the lost men and the bravery of others still weigh heavily on their hearts and minds. Recent events, however, have helped bring closure to not only the SEDGE Veterans, but family members of EN2 Frye. 

Treacherous waters

SEDGE, homeported in Cordova with LCDR Richard D. Millette in command, was rebuilding aids to navigation around Kalgin Island in Cook Inlet affected by the earthquake and resulting tidal wave. 

SEDGE had already suffered a loss because of the quake. Among the dead in Alaska was EN3 Frank O. Reed, 22, of Olmsted Township, Ohio. Though officially assigned to the buoy tender, on Good Friday he was at the Cape St. Elias Light Station on Kayak Island while serving an unofficial temporary duty assignment. Reed had been off watch, photographing a sea lion colony on nearby Pinnacle Rock when he was caught in a rockslide triggered by the temblor, breaking his leg. Concerned for his whereabouts, Reed’s shipmates from the light station went looking for him and found him alive, but injured. The men from the station were attempting to carry Reed back to the light when a tsunami engulfed them all as it came ashore. While the able-bodied members of the rescue party were able to escape the swirling waters, the wave swept Reed out to sea and he was lost. His body washed ashore several days later. In service nearly four years and scheduled for discharge in April, Reed was the only Coast Guardsman lost in the earthquake.


Gerald Stevenson, 77, of Crossville, Tenn., was an EN2 on SEDGE in 1964. He served 20 years in the Coast Guard, retiring as a Chief Machinist’s Mate (MKC) in 1976. 

“We were primarily the main ship above Juneau for that Alaska area and they were running us to death. A lot of it was rebuilding navigation aids in Cook Inlet and surrounding areas, like Prince William Sound, because the tidal wave had washed a lot of them out. Some of them were up on cliffs and had to be rebuilt by hand and legwork,” Stevenson said. “Those kids had to climb up there with water, cement and lumber. It was a pretty trying time. Just prior to the incident where we lost the men, we were up in Anchorage, Cook Inlet, breaking ice. We had a very severe winter and Anchorage was iced in and couldn’t get their supply ships, so we did a lot of icebreaking.”

Stevenson said that STORIS was the only ship in the north that was at sea nearly as much as SEDGE.

“We were underway like 320 or 330 days. The crew was half-crazy, as you didn’t have all this relief that you have now. To think back on it, it’s almost unbelievable,” he said. “By November, when that accident occurred and we lost those two men, we had been looking at is as ‘Ninety Days of Hell.’”

On 22 November 1964, Stevenson had just come off watch in SEDGE’s engine room when the order came for him to man a small boat as an engineer. 

“I had just come out of the engine room. I think Floyd Steele had relieved me and I was sweaty and dirty after my shift and I was in the shower when they called me for this boat,” Stevenson said. 

“It was like 18 degrees out and Frye poked his head in and said, ‘just finish your shower and I’ve got the boat. He was a good ship mate, absolutely,” he continued. “Frye was very reserved. He was sort of quiet, just kind of laid-back. When he took over the boat for me when I was in the shower, he said ‘Hey, I’ll take this run,’ and that’s just the way he was. He was just a darn good guy and couldn’t have been a better engineer.”

And so, Raymond Frye volunteered to take the small boat run so Gerald Stevenson and Floyd Steele didn’t have to.

“Making the boat go” was the business of “snipes” like Frye, Stevenson and Steele. Donald Law was a “deckie,” responsible for handling mooring lines, working buoys, anchoring the ship, raising and lowering the small boats, steering the cutter, and upkeep of SEDGE’s exterior.

“He was a SNBN striker and they handled the deck, the small boats and stuff like that,” Stevenson said. “I knew him but didn’t know him as well as I did Ray Frye. We’d have coffee and chow together, so we knew each other a little bit. From what I understand, Law was quiet too, a good worker, a good worker on deck.”

According to Stevenson, the plan was to head to the light on Kalgin Island when SEDGE launched the wooden 25-foot boat mid-morning. At the time, seas were running approximately six to eight feet, with the air temperature hovering around 18 degrees Fahrenheit. The 20- to 30-knot winds made it even colder and more miserable. 

“There were four men in the boat, an Ensign Babcock, EN2 Frye, SNBM Law and a seaman whose name I can’t recall,” Stevenson explained. “As the small boat approached the island, we were struck by a gale coming up the inlet from the Gulf of Alaska at the same time the 30+ foot tide started to run out of the inlet, resulting in a confused sea. The small boat was overwhelmed by three different sets of seas at one time. One over the stern took her down in less than 30 seconds.”

Four men were now in the frigid water. There were no wet suits and they were clad only in work life jackets and flimsy foul weather gear, with the tide moving them down the inlet at about six to eight knots in a confused seaway.

“At this time, a man overboard alarm was sounded and I was directed to the remaining 25-foot wooden surfboat. We had just picked up this boat from Base Ketchikan and it was supposed to have been overhauled from stem to stern,” Chief Stevenson said. “As they lowered us to the water, we were hit by a sea that opened all of our seams, which we were not aware of at the time. I fired the engine and we cast off.”

As the SEDGE’s second small boat cleared the bow of the cutter, the surfboat’s engine shut down. Upon lifting the engine cover, Stevenson discovered that bilges were full of water up to the engine intakes, leaving the craft dead in the water and sinking.

“At this time, our CO, LCDR Mellett, started handling that ship like a small boat. He brought that cutter in to the four men in the water, he pulled alongside them and, with the rushing tide and wind that had now increased to 50+ knots, the crew on deck pulled ENS Babcock up over the starboard aft quarter and pulled the seaman up onto the buoy deck,” Stevenson said. “At this time, it was determined that both Frye and Law had been overcome by hypothermia and were showing no signs of life, so the deck boatswain advised the CO that they should chase us down as we were approaching the surf line and about to broach.

“Captain Mellette brought that ship in at full speed and when he stopped, I could reach out and touch the hull,” Stevenson continued. “I have never witnessed that type of superb seamanship before or after. He was an outstanding skipper, I’ll tell you that. They put us on the falls and put us on deck. By this time, all crewmembers were covered in ice.”

Stevenson rushed to the buoy deck to help his shipmates trying to rescue Frye and Law, who were now abreast of the ship’s port side.

“The main thing that I saw, so lasting in my mind, is that I saw more heroics… We had no survival gear at that time and I saw one young seaman go over the side and try to grab Frye, I think it was. He went over on a cargo net into that cold water and we had to wrestle him out. We were trying to grab (Frye’s and Law’s) jackets with boat hooks and pull them in,” Stevenson said. “But after leaning over the side, I had just touched Frye’s jacket and a wave picked him up lifting both his arms and he slid out of his lifejacket and went under. The exact thing happened to SNBM Law.” 

There was nothing the helpless men could do as they watched with dismay as their shipmates sank from view in the icy waters.

SEDGE stayed on scene to continue a search pattern but was called off with direction to proceed to AIRSTA Kodiak for a court of inquiry.

‘Like a semi going back and forth on deck’

Proceeding to Kodiak Air Station via the Shelikof Strait, SEDGE was hit head on by what Chief Stevenson describes as a back-to-back gale. He recalls the winds at the time hitting in the 70 to 80 knot range and building. The seas were running 50 feet plus. 

“We had a deck load of buoys and sinkers, which broke loose as we were taking green water over the bow. As the ship would climb the next wave, the buoys and sinkers would smash into the crews’ head and mess deck bulkheads, shoving them in. As we would crest the wave, to ride down the other side, the buoys and sinkers would tumble and smash into the foc’sle,” Stevenson said. “Our CO was trying to get the sinkers off of the buoy deck, but since old Murphy (of the adage “what can go wrong, will go wrong,”) was in charge on this trip, we couldn’t dump them.”

After about eight hours, the seas started to lengthen out on the number seven wave count. At this point, LCDR Mellette ordered all hands not on watch to report to the mess deck in their lifejackets.

“The CO then timed the seventh wave and turned that single-screwed ship to go with the seas, which allowed the BM1 Kirkland to get his deck force out on deck and secure the deck load,” Stevenson said. ”Every one of those young men were heroes. When those buoys and sinkers were loose on the deck, that’s like a semi going back and forth on that ship that they were trying to dodge. The deck was a shambles and we were still taking seas on deck. This was winter time in Alaska and with the old, thin, foul weather gear, they were freezing, as well.”

The load secured, SEDGE came about and headed to Kodiak. 

Court of inquiry

Stevenson said that the legal proceedings focused blame based on a notation in the small boat operations manual that required wet suits for small boat crews. However, neither of the cutters that Chief Stevenson sailed on in Alaskan waters up to that time had any wet suits on board. There was only a single dry suit for the man-overboard swimmer. The perennial lack of funding for the Coast Guard was more at fault than any conscious effort by the ship’s commanding officer to neglect his men, he said.

“They were unheard of at the time because there was no money,” he said. “I had seen times were we had $25 per quarter to order tools and rags in a 180 WLB engine room.”

Also of concern was the “yes” or “no” style of the interviews conducted by Coast Guard investigators, Stevenson said. 

“We were not allowed to elaborate as to the CO and crew while performing the rescue of the crewmembers in the water or the seamanship of our CO LCDR Mellette. This man saved the ship and crew. These were ordinary men doing extraordinary things. Not one medal to the captain, he saved our lives. No medals to anyone, not even letters of appreciation,” he explained.

“I love the Coast Guard, but if there was any fault in any of this, it lies with CG Base Ketchikan for not getting the surfboat in good condition as they were supposed to, the 17th District command for lack of proper equipment and last, but not least, CG Headquarters for not fighting Congress for adequate funds for their people in the field. At that time, CGC SEDGE was underway at least 300+ days a year,” he said. 

Adding insult to injury, with the damage aboard ship and shattered morale and heavy hearts from losing shipmates, SEDGE was ordered to get underway to search for a missing Foss barge with a load of train cars. So the brave buoy tender and crew got underway with her remaining damaged small boat and a couple of life rafts.

“We proceeded out of Kodiak into another massive storm, beat around the Gulf for a day or two and were relieved of the search after the Foss tug retrieved her tow. We then proceeded to our home port of Cordova for a much needed rest and repair of the CGC SEDGE,” Stevenson said. 

Floyd Steele, now a resident of Anchorage, remembered the trip back to SEDGE’s home port. 

“Upon our return from Kodiak, where an inquiry was conducted, we moored in Cordova, we were met by the district commander. He stated that the ship and the crew deserved a much needed rest. We were also told that all questions regarding the death of Raymond Fry and Don Law, were to be forwarded to the 17th Coast Guard District Public Affairs Office,” he said. “This order set the town and the Coast Guard somewhat apart. The town has always thought to be part of the Coast Guard family. So when asked, all we could do was refer the questions to the District Office. It was hard to do. Don and Raymond were part of our crew, there was an emptiness in all of us, one that has been with most of us all of our lives.”

So the men of SEDGE moved on with the details of what they witnessed that day locked inside them for what would turn out to be decades.

Shortly afterward, the SEDGE received a large supply of wet suits as well as two new surfboats. 

No rest for the weary and broken-hearted

Heading into dead of an Alaskan winter, SEDGE and her crew went right back to their duties.

“I think we were even working on overhauling engines while underway,” Stevenson said. “You can imagine doing that in heavy seas.” 

It was time for SEDGE’s regular supply run to Cape Hinchinbrook and Cape Elias Light Stations. The resupply operation went smoothly at Cape Hinchinbrook Light on Hinchinbrook Island, with calm weather and smooth seas. It was at Cape Elias Light on Kayak Island that just months before, SEDGE sailor Frank Reed had lost his life in the post-earthquake tsunami. The treacherous Alaskan seas and weather would try once again to claim SEDGE sailors and the ship herself.

Chief Stevenson explained that Murphy’s Law was still in effect:

“We anchored in the bight at Cape St Elias Light Station and BM1 Kirkland and crew took the new 25-foot plastic surfboat in with supplies to the station. Upon approaching the beach – there was no dock, so you had to land directly on the beach – they landed, offloaded the supplies and backed off. The weather was calm, but as the surfboat was backing off, they encountered kelp and rocks, due to a small sea running,” he said. “At this time, unknown to us, the CG Yard that built the boat had neglected to test the vessel for running into obstructions. They had secured the prop shaft to the coupling with a small set screw that worked fine for waters in the Lower 48, but not for Alaskan waters. When they tangled up with the kelp, it backed the shaft right out of the coupling. They were dead in the water!”

The Chief said that, as luck would have it, the disabled boat was 30 or 40 feet off the beach and able to anchor, but inside the surf line. Then the harsh Alaskan weather made its move.

“The tide was building on the flood and out of nowhere, a Prince William Sound-Copper River Alaska Williwaw poured out of the ice field and hit the SEDGE bow-on,” he said. “The wind went from calm to 60 to 80 knots in less than ten minutes. Seas came up in the bight, to 10 to 20 feet. The wind and seas were so strong that it slowed the ship’s anchor windlass to where it was barely able to pick up slack on the ground tackle.”

LCDR Mellette held SEDGE into the wind with ahead power on the screw to take the strain off the anchor rode, Stevenson said.  

He explained what happened next: 

“In the meantime, I was ordered to the remaining 25-foot cargo boat as engineer. They put us on the falls and lowered us over the side. We then cast off and proceeded to the site of the stranded surfboat.  At this time, the wind and seas were building to 70 to 80 knots, with 15- to 20-foot breakers. We approached the surfboat and threw them a tow tine. This line didn't quite make it to the surfboat and a freak sea picked us up and landed us on top of the tow line, which immediately tangled in the prop, stopping us dead in the water. Then another 15- to 20-foot wave hit us port side on and we capsized! We were thrown out and she went down. I thanked God for the new wet suits as they surely saved our lives. Too bad the CG had not supplied them a long time before that! All three of us were in the water, wind shrieking like a Banshee and we drifted in to the breakers. As luck would have it, we drifted into heaving line range of the surfboat. That crew dragged all three of us into their boat. We were in the breaker line and seas were sweeping over the top of us every minute. The temp was in the single digits, winds in the 70-knot range, so we were covered in ice. As a means of getting warm and preventing hypothermia, we opened the engine hatch on the disabled boat just enough to keep most of the seas out while providing heat from the still-running engine to our hands and faces.” 

In the face of the increasingly violent weather, Stevenson said that the boat crew tried several times to signal the light station crew to help catch a heaving line to pull them ashore, but they had no luck in getting a response. 

“With them receiving their mail and new movies, they were nested down in the station house reading their mail. We in the boat crew then decided to swim for it,” he said.

It was decided by all hands on the plastic boat that they had to swim to the beach roped together so the strong swimmers could help the weaker, if they got in trouble making it to dry land. 

“Just as we were about to go over the side, somebody hollered, ‘There’s a light moving out from the ship!’” Stevenson said. “We couldn’t believe it as there were no small boats left on the ship. Well, we watched that little light moving toward us. It would completely disappear for minutes on end and then appear on top of the wave. As he got within hailing distance, we heard a very calm voice shout over the wind and wave noise, ‘Hey! You boys need a ride or what? I can’t figure out why you want to play in the water on such a day as this!’” 

Though time has faded Chief Stevenson’s recollection of their savior’s full name, he remembers well the seamanship of SEDGE’s career BM2 known as “Pappy.” 

“He never took first class, was a WWII and Korea Vet, could operate any boat, tie any line and run a deck force with great professionalism. This man was a sailor! Pappy was by himself in that ragged old rubber boat with the 18-horsepower Evinrude motor. As he approached the surf line, we noticed that his boat would be on both sides of the breaking waves. His boat was leaking air and was going flat. I think he had a small air pump that he was pumping with his foot and was keeping that boat afloat with his foot and driving that motor by himself. He threw us a line, we made fast, picked up the anchor and Pappy towed us out of that surf, making a quarter knot good. Felt like we were flying! As we approached the ship, you could hear people screaming and jumping up and down, hollering ‘Pappy’s the hero of the mighty SEDGE!’ Pappy towed us under the falls and they got us on deck and helped us out of the boat. Doc Beal, the corpsman, had the steam coming out of the showers. They stripped us, threw us in the showers, and we were out walking to the mess deck in fifteen minutes and got our tot of medicinal brandy. Then we started asking questions about Pappy and how he managed to get that old rubber boat out of #1 hold and launch it.”

The old rubber boat had been in SEDGE’s # 1 hold for years, tied up in a ball, never used and largely forgotten, as it was known that the rocks of the Alaska beaches would rip her open. When his shipmates’ lives were on the line, Pappy remembered the little rubber inflatable.

“Pappy asked the captain if he could volunteer to take her to the beach, but only by himself, as the boat leaked so much that he didn't want to risk anyone else. The CO was beside himself. He had been yelling at the light station crew by radio to help his men in the surf line. He was trying to keep the ship from parting the anchor chain due to wind and green seas over the bow and he again had no boats to rescue his men. This man was also a sailor of the first order! Pappy assured the CO that he was long of tooth and didn’t have any loved ones depending on him, and he would like to make the attempt. So they launched that leaky old boat, and away old Pappy went, pumping air into that boat and running that old motor. But the boat was so slack, that the waves would lift it in the middle like a noodle. He said it was like pushing a wet rope. But Pappy and that old boat saved six men that night,” Stevenson said.

Never forgotten

Over the years, the incident in Cook Inlet moved farther into the past, but not in the hearts and minds of the men who were on board SEDGE that day. Gerald Stevenson, Floyd Steele and others hoped that their shipmates would be recognized for their service and sacrifice. It was also hoped that the men who performed above and beyond in preserving the lives of their shipmates while also keeping SEDGE out of harm's way could also be recognized.

In February 2016, the accidents that took the lives of Frank Reed, Donald Law and Raymond Frye came up for discussion on the Coast Guard Channel Community Web site. Gerald Stevenson and others shared some of their experience online with the other members of the site. Ron Wilkins, a MESQUITE Veteran and CGCC administrator, realized that the men were not recognized on the various Coast Guard memorials for having died in the line of duty as enlisted Coast Guard personnel or as cutter crewmen. Wilkins began looking for information to support an appeal to the Coast Guard in order to have the men’s names enshrined on the memorials. The effort would pay off and ultimately be successful.

Within short order, maritime historian and CG Channel Community member Jon Ottman found online a newspaper article from the Fairbanks Daily Miner that discussed the Cook Inlet accident that took the lives of the two SEDGE crewmen. Ottman contacted Damon Stuebner of Juneau, who then visited the newspaper microfilm archives in the State Library of Alaska and forwarded clear, full-sized copies of the Fairbanks article. Denise Krepp, a former CG LT and another of Ottman’s friends, shared a link she found to a news story posted online of a new license plate adopted by the State of Ohio for families that had lost loved ones in the military. One of the major supporters featured in the news story was Jim Frye, son of Raymond Frye. This story served as a link to the SEDGE Veterans and the Frye family, a link that the men from SEDGE had been seeking for decades. It also brought answers to a series of lifelong questions for the Fryes.

“Since the Military Survivor Plate story went public I was contacted by Gerald Stevenson, who stated he had been looking for me for fifty years,” Frye said.  

“Gerry was very emotional and to make a long story short he said that he had been looking all over the United States for me and that he was so glad he found me. He told me the whole story about my dad and that my father had saved his life and another member on that very day,” he continued. 

After serving on SEDGE, Floyd Steele would later be assigned as an MKC aboard STORIS out of Kodiak. Even after retirement and like Gerald Stevenson, he never forgot his lost shipmates.

“The other person who my dad was credited for saving was Floyd Steele, who lives in Alaska. Gerald gave me Floyd’s number and asked me to call him. I called Floyd and after he answered and I started to speak he said it’s Jim. He said he could tell by my voice because I sounded just like my father. Floyd cried and was more emotional than Gerald was. Floyd also told me about the day my father was killed and he credited my father for saving his life,” Jim Frye said.

The connection has, indeed, been deeply meaningful for Chief Steele.

“To be able to connect with Jim Frye, Raymond’s son, was quite emotional. It brought back very sad memories, but it brought happiness, as Gerald Stevenson and myself were able to tell Jim what happened on that terrible day in Cook Inlet,” Steele said. “As of this date we are seeking information about Dottie Law, Don’s wife, as to her whereabouts, as she need to also be told what happened and to let her know that his name is on the memorial at Cape May, where all others who died in the line of duty are inscribed.”

After the horrific series of events in late 1964, as Chief Steele explained, the SEDGE crew lost contact with Donald Law’s widow, Dottie. It is believed that she continued working in a doctor’s office in Cordova before moving to Anchorage to continue in the employ of the same doctor. The number varies, but the SEDGE men believe that she had two or three children to care for alone after losing her young husband. Then the SEDGE crew lost track of her. It’s unknown whether or not she remarried or what happened to her. Floyd Steele did his best to track her down using a wide network of contacts, but his search came up fruitless. Efforts to find her or other relatives of Donald Law are still ongoing.

After talking to his father’s shipmates on the phone, Jim Frye was able to visit Chief Stevenson and his wife, Liz, in Tennessee in early 2016. 

”When (Gerald) answered the door he grabbed me and hugged me for a long time and just cried. It was like finding a father I never knew, he called me son and since we met we call each other at least once a week,” Frye said. 



Raymond Collins Frye, Jr. joined the U.S. Coast Guard in 1956 and had served almost nine years at the time of his death. He was home in Washington, DC, on assignment in the Coast Guard when he met his wife.

“Mom worked for the FBI when she met my father. I was born in Washington and my sister was born in Baltimore. I know we lived in a lighthouse in Maryland and I believe it was Drum Point. We then went to Portsmouth, VA, and lived there, then moved to Alabama,” Jim Frye said.

Frye said that his mother often spoke of his father’s hesitance to take the tour of duty in Alaska and he was thinking about getting out at the end of his enlistment. 

The Coast Guard notified Raymond Frye’s family of his death when a letter was delivered to Mrs. Myrtle Frye at her Cullman, Alabama, home. Dated 27 November and over the signature of CAPT G.R. Boyce, Jr, chief of staff for the 17th CG District, the letter laid out the most basic of details surrounding the men’s deaths. It explained that they had been servicing aids to navigation when the small boat they were in was overcome by heavy seas.

“Despite the fact that my words of sympathy can not bring your husband back to you, I hope you will find comfort in knowing that your husband served in the highest tradition of the Coast Guard and gave his life while serving his country honorably. The men of the Seventeenth Coast Guard District join me in offering our sincere condolences to you in this hour of bereavement for the loss of your husband,” the letter closed.

The loss of Raymond Frye without any recovery for closure was difficult, particularly since there were so many unanswered questions. It would have been especially difficult for a young child to comprehend.

“I only remember a few things about my father, I remember when he left for Alaska and I remember when the Deputy Sheriff and Military Serviceman came to make notification about my dad’s death… we were living at my Grandparents’ house when dad died. We were there when notification was made,” Frye said. “I remember my Grandfather taking me to the kitchen and I remember my mother breaking down. There was never a memorial service. I would have been 4 years old in two months after his death and my sister Susan was 2 ½ at that time.”

It would be through family members that Jim Frye would keep the memories of his father alive.

“After my dad died, my Grandfather was more like a father to me than a grandparent. He would tell me about my dad and he would always tell me that he was a very good man and that he could do or fix anything. I have older cousins who spent time around my father and they all had nothing but great stories about him,” Frye said. “They told me one of their cars broke down and they asked dad to look at it. Soon the engine was out of the car and he was working on it and then put it back together. They also talked about how he could drive and they said they never saw anyone use a suicide knob on a steering wheel the way he could. I know those are not much but that something that sticks in my mind.”

Several years ago, Frye posted an inquiry on the now-defunct Fred’s Place Coast Guard social network site. He asked if anyone knew anything about his father and the accident that claimed his life. 

“I asked if anyone may have been posted on SAGE during this time, and six months later, someone responded saying that I was probably referring to SEDGE,” Frye said. 

“I believe it was Pete Peterson, a LT who had transferred to ship days before the incident,” he continued. “I’ve checked with historians, I have pictures, copies from the ship’s log from that day but had nothing on how it happened or why. I could never understand, my dad was an exceptional swimmer and he saved people in the water numerous times. I could never understand why that happened. Gerry explained how it happened and I have a clear understanding now.”

Sadly, Raymond Frye’s widow would never know the circumstances of her husband’s death and the high regard in which he was held by his shipmates who fought valiantly to rescue him from those frigid Alaskan waters in 1964. 

“My mother passed away in 1992 at the age of 53 from cancer,” Jim Frye said. “She got remarried when I was 7 and remained married until her death. My stepfather passed away this past February.” 

But just as Frye’s stepfather was preparing to cross the bar and pass out of his life, Chiefs Stevenson and Steele entered, bringing in a wave of positive emotion.


“It was like finding my dad. I can’t describe in words what it meant to me to talk to Gerry and Floyd. I had not been in my office for a few days due to my stepfather being very ill. I hadn’t checked my voice mail in a few days and I had the message from Gerry. I immediately had my wife Lori come down to my office and listen to it, as we work together. Anyway I called him and explained the situation and asked if I could call him back when I had time. That was a Thursday, February 27h,” Frye said. “I spent most of the day at the nursing home and my stepfather passed away the 28th. It was like two worlds coming together. I did call Gerry a few days later and we spoke in depth about dad.”

Jim Frye himself dedicated his career to public service, first joining the U.S. Marine Corps in 1980 where he served as an MP, dog handler and instructor. After eight years in the Marines, he has also worked at several law enforcement agencies and today, he is the Chief Deputy of the Shelby County, Ohio, Sheriff’s Office.

Decommissioned 15 November 2002, SEDGE serves today in Nigeria as NNS Kyanwa A-501, though her advancing age and lack of adequate maintenance likely means her years of service are drawing to a close.

Efforts by Chiefs Stevenson and Steele to have the SEDGE crew recognized and remembered for their efforts by the current Coast Guard administration were set back by a recent letter from CAPT M.W. Sibley of the Coast Guard. The letter was in response to an inquiry initiated by Stevenson through Alaska Senator Lisa Murkowski’s office:

“…This is a follow-up response to your inquiry dated May 5, 2016, on behalf of your constituent, Mr. Gerald Stevenson. He is requesting your assistance regarding an incident, involving crewmembers of the U. S. Coast Guard Cutter Sedge, which occurred in 1964.

Unfortunately, all avenues to obtain documentation to verify the actions of the members involved have been exhausted. Coast Guard personnel have reviewed internal files held by the offices of Medals and Awards, Legal, Boat Forces, Historian, and Casualty Affairs. Information obtained from the Coast Guard Casualty Officer and the service records of EN2 Frye and SNBM Law verified the date and active duty deaths, but provided insufficient details regarding this request. The National Archives and Records Administration reviewed the logbooks of the Coast Guard Cutter Sedge and informed us the entry did not provide details of the incident or the names of those involved. They also researched Coast Guard investigation files held at the Archives and found no investigation related to the incident.

Without supporting documentation, we are unable to make a determination as to level of award or if any recommendation should be submitted. It is unfortunate that such a lapse in time has made it impossible to obtain statements from crewmembers with a firsthand account of the incident, such as LCDR Mellette, and without additional documentation; we regret we are unable to proceed.
This decision is in no part meant to distract from the honorable and faithful service of the Coast Guard Cutter Sedge crewmembers…”

Despite the apparent dead-end with the Coast Guard Administration, after 52 years of being largely forgotten by those outside of their immediate families and Coast Guard brothers, Raymond C. Frye, Jr, and Donald Law are still remembered by their shipmates. The men who served with them on SEDGE are also remembered for their Honor, Respect and Devotion to Duty, as well as their devotion to their shipmates and to SEDGE, herself, during those 90 days of Hell in 1964. Chief Stevenson calls the rolls of the SEDGE heroes: 

“I want to thank the following shipmates for my life: BM2 Pappy, the CO, LCDR Mellette for his outstanding seamanship, Lt Pete Peterson, the XO assisting the CO with maintaining station, also my gang, the snipes in the engine room keeping power up and the pointed end going forward. EN2 Floyd Steele was the second person besides myself that EN2 Frye gave his life for. The bridge crew, who stood at the anchor windlass, with the damage control operator pulling and easing the strain to keep the chain from parting in hour after hour of ripping winds and green seas over the bow,” Chief Stevenson explained. “The cooks trying to keep us a hot meal after being in that freezing cold, the gunner’s mate and electricians manning the 36-inch searchlights on the flying bridge, lighting up the surf line, letting us know that someone cared about our plight. The office crew standing watch on the fantail, the stewards running gallon pitchers of hot coffee and sandwiches to the bridge and stations, the radio men and ETs who were trying to make contact with the light station to assist the boat crew, and last but not least, to thank my ship mates in the surfboat. We passed the freezing hours in that sea by keeping our spirits up and blood pumping by cussing everything on Earth.”

Note: Gerald Stevenson crossed the bar on 30 November 2016.