More than anything, I hated the skipper (ship captains hate being called skipper) of that wee lil warship. Schnurrpusch was his name, and he hated aviators. Treated all of us like shat from day one. When we left Subic Bay in the Philippines and started heading for home, he got on the ship's intercom and said, "Now it's time to leave the women we love and go back to our wives and girlfriends." And yeah Smurfy, I still have video somewhere of you running the Gary into the pier and gashing up the hull of the Gary. Yeah you blamed it on a "sudden wind gust" in your report, but I've got the video. F-U for eternity, you Captain Queeg striking bastard.
Anyway, years later, my wife and I were travelling to Florida to visit my family and we had a short lay-over in Nashville. It was early on a Saturday morning and we sat down in a coffee shop. Our oldest, then our only, daughter was around nine months old. Soon after we sat down, I noticed a group of three or four scraggly looking folks sitting around 15 feet away. All looked deathly pale and hung over. The guy in the middle of the posse noticed my daughter in her purple polka dotted jumper and immediately perked up. He started making faces and ended up mugging for her for around five minutes. He had her giggling and cooing like crazy.
UPDATE: Found this on a Technorati search this evening. Nice Hessie tribute and a wealth of CH vids.