USS Scott DDG-995
Feb 1991-Jan 1992
North Atlantic - Norway
Who
remembers Norway? September 21-23, 1991. We had been out for almost a month
when we pulled into Bergen. Earlier, we did operate within sight of land way up
in the Vestfjorden region of the country. I was excited to make it to Bergen.
Being a history nut, I knew there was an old U-boat pen in Bergen. Before she
left on her mission, DKM Bismarck and DKM Prinz Eugen were anchored in the
fjords around Bergen.
Bergen
had its plusses for sure. The beer was excellent and cold. And the local ladies
seemed to like the sailors. The drawback was the exchange rate and the cost of
everything. We did leave with a wad of the local currency but quickly learned
that prices were high. I bought a roll of film for 50 Krone, about $8.
I
was mess cranking at the time, and I had the first day in port off work.
Several of us made our way around town to enjoy some beer and local food. I
recall the local beer Hansa was rather tasty, and after 3 or 4, they had a
noticeable impact. I had a cheeseburger at a small place downtown. The big
thing I remember is they put red cabbage on it instead of lettuce. It was
pretty good, if I recall.
I
spent my time with my A-school friend GMS3 Escobedo. We were walking all over,
not really knowing where we were or what was around.
I
told him. “We needed to find some local to show us around.”
He agreed but asked, “How would we do that?”
Not
more than two minutes later, we happen upon two young ladies. They approach us
and ask us, “Where are you two from?”
I
will say this now, I was married and, let’s just say, really stupid at the
time. So, nothing happened. These two did show us around and took us to the
pizza place they worked. We had as much as we could eat and drink on the house.
Later
on, at a bar, we ran into another guy from Scott. He latched onto one of the
ladies, and the other gravitated to me. I told her I was married, but she did
not seem to care. Yeah, I know; I heard the stories about the ladies there.
The
next couple of days, we explored the city some more, and we even met the ladies
again. Pizza and beer did follow, also. They helped show us around.
We
were delayed in leaving because of some legal trouble a Scott sailor got into.
I recall he was a DC1, but I do not remember his name. Anyone have any details
about him? So, we left late, and I recall Commander McCullough was not in a
good mood. I was serving pizza in the gally when we started to hit the heavy
weather. That was some rough stuff. I remember one particular wave we went
over. The bow went up, went up, went up, and kept going up. I about fell but
grabbed the overhead pipes. Then boom down, and we shook as the sonar dome was
pushed down. Then the engines throttled way back.
We
took some bad damage but kept heading down to Wilhelmshaven. I heard that wave
made a major mess in the wardroom. The old girl took a hell of a beating, but
they put her back together. The forward railing had to be welded back on in
Germany while we refueled, which took special permission.
Norway
was a good time. It is actually one of the places I would like to visit again. The
one bar many of us went to was jammed with locals. I think it was three stories
tall. On the top floor was the youngest crowd. They could drink beer. The bottom
floor was the older people. Anything was allowed at the bar. I recall one place
at the bar, and the crowd was serious, nutt to butt. People trying to pass and
get to the bathrooms or something. I mean, literally, you had to squeeze
through. This one group of you ladies passed by, and I felt one grab a hand
full of my junk. She just smiled and went on. Crazy, I mean, try that in an
American bar.
We
also had a ship visit while we were there, and Scott was loaded with many locals during the day. This seems odd I
keep mentioning young ladies, and yet, I was stupid. Anyway, one young lady and
her friend got lost and made their way to the mess decks. I was cleaning or
something. They wanted a hat, but we had sold out. So, I gave her mine. It was
pretty worn out anyway. I had more in my locker. I took them to the quarterdeck,
and they left. I was supposed to meet them at the bar that night but never saw
them again.
Yeah,
Norway was friendly, really friendly. And, I well, looking back with perfect
hindsight, was still the gentleman I should have been, damn it.
Storm Damage we had after leaving port.
Me inside a fort overlooking the harbor.