Buck Rogers Sings Allouette
I was on my way to stand the helmsman watch on the bridge. And as usual I was running close I had only minutes to spare and I was 2 decks down and the bridge was on the on the 04 level which was 6 levels above me. So of course I was running through the passageway, pretty much flat out, when it happened .
An officer in whites stepped out of his cabin into the passageway. I crashed into him without even slowing down. We ended up in a heap on the deck with me slightly on top of him. I got up trying not to step on him any more . I helped him up and handed him his hat which had been smashed under my knee. He tried to straighten it and put it on but it wouldn’t regain its shape .
His face was beet red, there was the slightest trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth and with his crumpled hat in his hand. He said, “What’s your name sailor?” Each word punctuated with a finger poke to my chest.
I don’t know what I was thinking but I answered him with the same chest poking maneuver “Buck Rogers Sir!” And with that I took off running to my watch station.
On the fourth day we were in our homeport of Ville Franche Sur Mer. A lovely little bay on the French
The 01 had some nice restaurants where the occasional tourist was seen but not often because this was a Navy town and it tended to get a bit wild at times .The 02 level was lined with bars where the Ladies of the evening “worked”.
I had my back to the door when suddenly somebody spoke softly in my ear.
"Hi Buck! How's it going?" Slowly I turned and sure enough it was Lieutenant "chest poker".
Well he turned out to be a pretty nice guy we had a few drinks and he even knew the French lyrics to Allouette.