Bill Morris

I realize I am relating this story a little out of order.  This happened while on leave between the Navy Finance Center and Barbers Point.  After the attempted rope in by James Andrews.

Jimmy Morris tells me his dad, Bill Morris wants to talk to me.  So I still considered Jimmy Morris my best friend at this point.  Granted, maybe I shouldn't have.  It was like I realized he loved his younger sister.

So I am at his dad's house.  And Bill Morris tells me "You have no choice" in regards to Lisa.  So I say "I'm not cher nigger".  Jimmy was sitting down, and says "That's it" getting up like he's gonna attack me.  This shoulda been the point where I totally cut myself off from the Morris crew.  His dad calls him off.  And I leave.

So Jimmy starts calling my house for me.  And dad's wife Doady (Isabelle Gibbs) starts bitchin at me for not returning his calls.  And I mention the whole thing about he tried to attack me.  And ask her if she would return calls of someone who tried to attack her.  She stated the obvious, "no".  Eventually Jimmy gets ahold of me and asks if I still want to be his friend.  I tell him I'll let him know.  And don't call back quick.   So he calls back and pushes for an answer.  And I ask "you insist on an answer now?".  He says "yes".  So I'm all "okay if you insist on an answer, then the answer is no"  So Jimmy falls back on his whiney bitch begging.  I give in and agree to be his friend.

Later he asks me for my social security number.  I ask him why?  He shoots me a line of shit about possibly needing to catch up to me while I'm in the navy.  This is because the plan had already been laid to fuck with me thru senior navy officers in Hawaii.  His older brother Butch Morris had done an enlistment in the Army, and knew your SSN was how you were tracked in the military at that time.  And Butch had been a driver for a general, so he probably had first hand knowledge of how senior officers would lean on people for a "desired outcome".  Which I would be on the receiving end of sooner rather than later.

During this same conversation Jimmy starts talking about how Butch had never heard of a "patrol squadron" before.  So I ask Jimmy, "oh, so the Army has the submarine hunting mission?"  Jimmy, "well no".  Me, "why would he have heard of one then".  This tells me Butch was being treated as the military expert in his family in order to try and force me to submit to virgin daughter Lisa Morris.  By the way, who I had barely spoken to, let alone touched.  And had every legal right to be weirded out by, and reject.  

Twilight zone

So my tour with Patrol Squadron 17 (VP-17) at the Naval Air Station Barbers Point Hawaii was a lot like waking up in my personal episode of the twilight zone every morning.  Because there was so much bizarre stuff going on.  Bizarre enough stuff that I seriously question how it is possible to have so much bizarre events happening to and around any single individual.  If it hadn't happened to me personally, I would question the sanity of anyone who claimed all this stuff actually happened to them.  Sometimes you hear someone say fact is stranger than fiction.  And I say all the stuff that happened to me is a case of fact being stranger than fiction.  And especially the 3 years I was assigned to VP-17.

There were 2 disbursing clerk billits in each of the 5 VP squadrons homeported at NAS Barbers Point.  VP-1, VP-4, VP-17, VP-22.  So I check into VP-17.   DK1 Greg Davis was on his way out.  I was in effect his replacement.  And DK2 Willie Simon would be the other DK.  And all of the squadron DKs were TAD to Personnel Support Detachment (PSD) Barbers Point.  And we were a detachment of a parent command.  Personnel Support Activity Hawaii.  Which was 16 miles away at Pearl Harbor.  Simon is a black guy.  And I am 100% sure he didn't like mr because I was white.  He treated me like shit the whole time.  And at one point was trying to get me kicked out of the Navy.  And would have if he had an actual reason.

So this was going to be the first real navy disbursing office I had ever worked in.  And this particular disbursing office was way undermanned.  And had a real bad reputation as being really screwed up.  Of course the reason for it being screwed up was it was really undermanned.  That was proved before I left 3 years later when there was at least twice as many DKs there as when I arrived.  And was no longer screwed up.

It is a common practice in the Navy for a commanding officer to be able to request a senior enlisted person they believe can help them accomplish their commands mission.  And this had happened right before I arrived at PSD Barbers Point.  The CO, a felmale captain, and in the Navy a captain is an O6.  Full bird.  Not an O3 like in the Army.  The Navy calls it's O3s Lieutenants.  So this captain had asked for DKCM (E9) Leo Silvano to square away her screwed up disbursing office at the Naval Air Station Barbers Point.  Silvano was a power drunk little Phillipino.  A screamer.  More on him at a later date.  He was a major part of my personal twilight zone.

So Greg Davis called over to the hanger, and got a VP-17 Airman (E3) named Ron Brown to show me around the base.  So Brown shows up.  And be leave PSD.  From the start Brown starts quizzing me on per diem rates for various localities.  And I had never worked a single day in a travel section of a disbursing office.  In Browns mind he was testing me to see if I knew what I was doing.  Since I had never actually worked a day in a disbursing office, I knew next to nothing.  I knew the handful of things taught in my payroll clerk school at the Naval Air Station in Meridian, Mississippi.  And that had been a year and a half before.  Due to my tour at the Navy Finance Center in Cleveland.  So I tire of listening to Brown quiz me on per diem rates, and go to my room in the barracks, and keep him out.  So he goes back to disbursing and whines to Davis.  So I get a phone call to return to disbursing and have to explain why I ditched Brown.  They seemed to understand when I asked a 2nd class DK (female) named Terri Lange, how she would like to be quized on per diem rates.

Even DKs in a travel section don't keep more than a few per diem rates memorized and they are subject to change every 3 months.  So they usually just keep an up to date list at their desk to refer to as they need them.

Ron Brown wouldn't have understood that even if you explained it to him.  So he starts going around VP-17 telling people I didn't know what I was doing.  And I guess there was some truth to that as I was reporting to my first disbursing office.      

Dad and Doady

So I'm still on leave between the navy finance center and VP-17 at Barbers Point Hawaii.  This event I will describe totally contradicts dads personality.  He taught high school and ran a dairy operation on our 120 acre farm.  So he would tell psycho bitch mom since he held 2 full time jobs, the house and us kids were her job.  And he had a point I guess.  Dad didn't put very much effort into parenting.  Never had a sit down father so talk during my entire childhood.  So it was strange when at 23 years old while I was on leave between the Navy Finance Center and NAS Barbers Point, all of the sudden he wanted to have a sit down man to man talk.

You guessed it.  It was about how I needed to submit to Lisa Morris, and Marry her.  I gave my standard argument about how I never touched her, barely knew her, had the natural born right to sy who I married, etc...  And dad kept at it.  Never in my life had anything I ever done been that big a deal to him.  Smokin weed, drinkin beer, shitty grades in school.  None of it until this Lisa Morris thing.  So I will always have a strong suspicion the Morris family offered him money to rope me into the fold.

Even his 3rd wife Isabelle Gibbs (knickname Doady) got in on the act.  She said, "she may commit suicide".  So I asked Doady if she would marry someone if they threatened suiicide.  Now she shoulda saw this coming a mile away, and maybe considered a lie to save face.  But Doady answered "no".  So I pointed out the obvious.  Then I pointed out the obvious "you are holding me to a different standard than you are holding yourself.  How's it different?".  Got the standard blank look when I called someone on an undefensible act.  So dad made another run at me.  And Doady told him to step off.    

Dad was always so tight with money his asshole squeaks.  So it makes sense that he would come at me hard due to an offer of money.

I wonder how much he was offered to sell me down the river.

2nd permanent duty station

So my tour at the Navy Finance Center in Cleveland was only a little over a year.  So my 2nd set of orders was to Patrol Squadron 17 , home ported at the Barbers Point Naval Air Station on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu.

So I was given the standard 30 days leave between duty stations.  And I still considered Jimmy Morris a close friend.  So I had written him, and told him where I was going.  Now I had not seen his sister Lisa in around 2 years.  So I had forgotten her, and considered the whole soulmate thing she presented long over.  But obviously she found out I was going to Hawaii from her brother.  And this was like throwing gasoline on a fire.  And I had no idea what was coming as I had forgotten about her.

So I am on leave, and staying at my dad's place in Springfield.  James Andrews tells me on the phone he wants to take me out to dinner.  And I had no idea this was a set up.  So we meet for this dinner date.  And Andrews says he needs to talk to me first.  Then starts talking about Lisa not being over me.  As previously stated, I had forgotten about Lisa.  So I tell Andrews I don't know who he is talking about.  He ignores this, and keeps on going.  I tell him again i didn't know who he was talking about.  He then tells me it is Jimmy Morris' little sister.  Then I realize this is a set up.  And tell him I know Morris "roped him into doing this".  He lies and says he didn't.  So I tell him I had a hard time believin he pulled this out of thin air without input from Jimmy Morris.  And since I was being taken to a dinner in which Lisa was at, Andrews realized he couldn't take me being unwilling to cooperate, as I was obviously not going to do.  So he said he had to cancel, and left.  Obviously To tell the waiting Morris people.  So I went to Mikkie Dees, having shown up hungry like Andrews asked.  So I eat.  And think I stopped and got a beer somewhere.

And lo and behold, when I get back to Dad's house, Jimmy Morris and Andrews are waiting for me.  Having told dad they were looking for me.  So dad assumed I no showed Andrews.  And Morris and Andrews let him think that.  So this pisses me off.  So it takes me like 20 minutes to make dad understand Andrews cancelled  on me and left me hangin.  Not the other way around.  So now I'm standin there bitchin at Andrews/Morris for letting my dad think I stood them up.  Obviously Andrews went to the shin dig and told Jimmy Morris I wasn't cooperating in their little ambush.

Andrews keeps telling Morris that "He (meaning me) saw us coming a mile away".  Which traps Andrews in a lie . the lie being Morris didn't rope him into the ambush.  So I hollar "liar, liar pants on fire" at Andrews.  Andrews bitches at Morris for "making him look bad".  Morris starts bitchin back that he is the one "who has to go to daddy".  And bitches some more about Andrews always claims he can do something that it turns out he can't.

So then Morris reverts to his whiney bitch routine of begging me.  "Please".  "For Me".  So I rerpeat my standard response that I won't do anything unreasonable for him anymore than he he won't for me".   I finally shut him up by asking him why he has to "be a one way motherfucker like that".

I have suspected all these years that Jimmy Morris offered Andrews cash if he could get me to cooperate with the shotgun wedding    

Navy-First permanent duty station

I had a strange first permanent duty station.  Strange for anyone, but really strange for an E1.  A seaman recruit.  I had just completed my "A" school.  To be a disbursing clerk.  Which mainly handled pay records based in a mainframe computer.  But also handled issuing U S Treasury checks, and the associated paperwork.  And also settled both PCS  (permanent change of station) and TAD (temporary additional duty) travel claims.

So my first permanent duty station was The Navy Finance Center.  Which was located in the Anthony J Celebreze Federal Building near the shore of Lake Erie in downtown Cleveland, Ohio.

I had no idea what I was getting into, and played it by ear.  Which was okay when checking into a standard military duty station.  I had no idea there was no uniform shop or barracks.

Luckily the Navy leased out a block of apartments for pay grades E1 to E3 in the suburb of Parma.  So I was not, luckily, forced to rent my own place on E1 quarters allowance.

However, I was thrown into a 2 bedroom setup with Ricardo Alvarado.  Who didn't pay his bills.  Which I didn't find out til later.  He talked me into hooking up a telephone in my name.  Then ran up over $300 in long distance before he transferred out.

I reported to work at the Federal Building every day.  And was assigned to work for Chief Brillian.  The coolest Chief Petty Officer I ever worked for.  In the customer service department.  Taking phone calls from all over the world.

But mostly the phone calls were from dependent wives bitchin about not receiving their allotment checks.  Several times I was able to see Chief Brillian put these cunts in their place.  They would expect the Navy to wire them money, when not enough time had even elapsed since the mailing of their allotment check to even handle it by mail.  Under the assumption their check had been lost in the mail.  So they would fly into a psycho bitch meltdown, saying something about having checks "out there".  Meaning hot checks.  Chief Brillian would say writing hot checks is a crime.  Norfolk is in such and such a county.  I'm gonna call the sheriff there and report you.

Which would throw these psycho bitches farther into a rage.  And Chief Brillian would be called up to the Commanding Officer's office.  And nothing would happen beyond the co saying "you gotta cut that out".  Then he did it again later.

There were only like 70 military people there.  And over 800 civilians.

There was a civilian named Martin Virsis there in customer service.  And Chief Brillian hated his guts.  And every one in management wanted to fire him badly.  So one of my duties was to listen to the code a phone.  Which was an answering machine.  And one day Martin Virsis left a message on it that he had been caught with another man's wife.  And had been beaten with a baseball bat.  So he would not be at work that day.

So I tell Chief Brillian.  Who laughs while listening to the message.  A GS-12 taped the message saying he thought that would be enough to fire Virsis.  And Virsis was still there when I transferred months later.  The way it was explained to me was all a civilian in the Federal government had to do was file an appeal thru the union.  And it all went away.

So this was a strange first duty station for a seaman recruit

Corporate culture

I used the term corporate culture in the previous post from university management classes.  This term popped up in every one to describe a unique culture to most businesses.    

Navy corporate culture

If a married couple in the Navy stayed in base housing, that fell under the chain of commands jurisdiction.  And if a Navy guy shoved his wife around, a criminal act, the that was charged under the Uniformed Code of Military Justice (UCMJ).  And he would face his CO in captains mast, of a court martial.  So the military is totally used to being involved in peoples marriage problems.

Separate point.  As a general rule, junior enlisted personal are under the age of 25.  And it takes time to work one's self into many senior ranks.  So over time a mentality has evolved in military senior ranks that they should supervise the less mature junior people in an informal way.  And from a certain perspective this makes sense.  I personally know of many immature acts committed by immature junior enlisted personnel.  Such as being under the influence of alcohol in the enlisted club.  And punching a cinder block wall due to anger over a conflict over a female.  More instances could be cited.  But I think the one example conveys the idea.

So I think one can use these factors in the military corporate culture to allow for the massive ration of shit I took over Lisa Morris.  Partially.   I will explain the other factors as needed.