posted on Jul, 21 2003 @ 03:32 PM
Well thats a tuff one,
One night i was awakened by a phone to come to work in a hurry. When I got there it was a whole in the ground about 400 yards across with 50 foot
waves of dirt, mud, and rock flying out of it. And a flame intermittenly roaring about 700 foot into the air. As I got out of my pick-up a guy came
running up asking me to put it out. All I could do for a while was stand there with slack jaw and admiration at the power inside the earth [79-80?]
or there was the time
I was in a perfect storm in the middle of Georges Bank off the coast of Cape Cod about 280 miles into the Atlantic. I was on the semi-submersible
Zapata Saratoga out of Morgan City La. owner operator Zapata Drilling CEO G.H. Bush
It was a week after the largest semi in the world built by Mitsubishi Industries dis-appeared beneath the surface without a trace and no surrvivors
while encountering a similar storm.
7 of our 8 anchor cables broke and we were a drift with no possibilty of rescue by the Coast Guard for three long days we were tossed around like a
board, with 18 foot icicles growing and falling out of the derrick crashing against the side of the living quarters, while 50 and 70 foot white caps
thrashed across the barge causing it to creak and moan and let out God awfull scarry noises while we tossed and turned taking 17 -20 degree lists to
starboard then port in a vessell designed to take a max. list of 15. It was impressive and awesome to stair out my bedroom portal hanging on to the
wall and see a 100 foot wall of water inbetween sweels and then the barge would lunge like a play swing the other way and it would rise up on the
crest of next swell and for a couple of seconds you would be on top of the wave and see an infinity of waves on the sea coming after thee. Then you
would violently lurch forward thru the 30-40 degree arc and slide down the wave leaving your stomach up there somewhere to watch the black surface of
the ocean 100 feet below rushing up at you then back up again.
There were a lot of sick Texans on that barge, landlubbers. this was no Gulf of Mexico!
For the first and only time in my life I was totally helpless and at God's absolute mercy, I was compelled to write my last will and testament for my
wife and children and seal it in a zip-loc bag and duct tape it around my chest. Many of us carried life jackets at all times, so we would be found
others did not. After 3 long nights and 2 days the helicopters with relief and tugboats began showing up so we could get back to work.
Later I learned that my wife and mother in Corpus and Houston saw Dan Rather on the evening news announce that we were taking on water and going down.
So much for what you here on the news. My mother Iron Lady that she was called George up and hollered at him to 'get her goddamn little boy off that
barge'.As if he could have done anything!
Remember the begining about the Mitsubishi semi that disappeared and remember the tiny Saratoga built in Morgan City Louisiana by red neck welders
from the USA
and don't ever let anyone tell you the Japanese can build it better!
then there was the best!
Jackie, Gail, and Jeanene OH my word the memories!!!!!!!!
Thee young ladies from Flint, Mi. I picked up hitch hiking after Woodstock in my VW crew cab pick up with the Army Surplus canvas top on a wood frame
over the bed with a mattress in it. We went to Flint first re-couped at their house then went to the Dallas Pop festival which sucked compared to
Woodstock then we went to my home in Boston and lived. After 6,7, or 8 months first Jeanen the youngest then Jackie the oldest drifted away and
finally Gail.
Thanks for the memories, I am not sure which was the most amazing. But the only one I really want badly to relive is the last one
which was the first one which is probably why all that bad crap is still happening to me! Ow well it was well worth it
TUT TUT