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  • Birthday 07/10/1944
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    Author/Publisher of BB-39, a Greatest Generation Novel: on Amazon.com.

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  1. I told my teenage kids that they would likely change careers, several times, during their working lives. I agree that most college educations are a waste of time & money. One book that I think is golden is George Ure's "https://www.amazon.com/Millennials-Missing-Manual-School-Explain-ebook/dp/B074HD1Y8C/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1515181752&sr=1-3&keywords=George+Ure I spent 4 years in the USN, going to electronics school & learning to apply what I learned, 5 years afterward in the Defense Industry, 30 years in the Welding Automation industry as a non-degreed engineer, exec, & CEO. After retiring for the 1st time, I got my Captains License & spent 7 years running a charter boat & a Property Management business with 300, million dollar beach homes. After Retiring for the 2nd time, I made some real estate investments, & spent 5 years running a slot car raceway & hobby shop. After retiring for the 3rd time, I embarked on a writing/publishing career that is still ongoing. Learning has been a life-long experience. I have pushed myself to learn what is necessary for my near-team goals and needs. While I never caught the brass ring, I have made a good living, and survived being downsized, company failures, & the need to relocate. My advise is learn what you need to be successful doing what you love. That goal may change, or become unworkable. When it does, pick yourself up, and pick another goal. You will have to work at it, and accept the responsibility for both your successes and failures.
  2. An idea to make the games less intimidating to new players. I suggest in T 1-3 games, limiting players with ships >T7, to only 2 per team. It won't eliminate seal clubbing, but it should reduce it.
  3. When they made the Movie Tora Tora Tora, they made large scale models of all the battleships. Because the USS Nevada, BB-36 was not sunk on that day, the model survived. The studio donated it to a Long Beach Navy veterans group, who put it on a trailer, and take it to events all over Southern California. They sell ball caps to support their program, and I was lucky to see the model and buy a cap in 2012, the same year I published BB-39, a Greatest Generation Novel set on the Arizona, BB-39. See the post at: for an excerpt for that day. A.G. Kimbrough
  4. I did a lot of research on Pearl Harbor prior to writing BB-39, a Greatest Generation novel, set on the USS Arizona. The following is an excerpt from that day: 0752: Greg heard an explosion on Ford Island. He stood up, looked out through the view port, and saw a number of aircraft over the harbor. A column of smoke hung over the field at Ford Island, and the chatter of machine gun fire cut through the still morning. 0753: Greg called the Quarterdeck, and was told that they had also seen the planes. 0755: The Air Raid Siren started wailing. Greg ran for his General Quarters duty station on the Port Director for the five inch/25 antiaircraft guns. He could hear the pounding of a 20 millimeter firing somewhere. 0756: When the alarms went off, Louis dropped his cigarette in the butt kit, grabbed his shirt, and ran for his duty station at the forward Distribution Room. He could hear the dull thud of heavy explosions as he ran down the ladder through the armored main deck. 0757: Already at his General Quarters duty station, all Bill had to do was put on his helmet and sound powered phone headset. Circuit discipline was gone, as everyone demanded to know what was going on. With a bellow, Bill stopped the turmoil on the line and restored the proper communications procedures. 0758: Liz woke John Lee up screaming “They’re bombing Pearl Harbor.” He stumbled into his pants, and looked out the window to see a black column of smoke rising from the direction of Ford Island. The sky was full of strange aircraft and a few streams of tracer bullets. 0759: Eddy was finishing taking a crap when he heard the rumble of several planes. He looked through the door of the outhouse, to see what kind they were. They were moving low and fast, and they were firing machine guns into the hanger and the Stearman. It erupted into a fireball as the bullets stitched a path into the fuel tank. 0800: Greg reached the Port Director first. In less than three minutes, they were manned and tracking targets. Unfortunately, they were all inside the minimum range for the fuse settings. The five inch guns were firing, but the projectiles were bursting beyond the incoming planes. 0803: Louis was talking over the sound powered phone, to Second Class Electrician Rehart in the Aft Dynamo Room, when the first bomb hit. After the crash, Louis felt the shock, heard a scream, and the circuit went silent. 0804: With the concussion of the first bomb hit, two of the men in Bill’s handling crew started to panic. He stepped in front of them and said, “Hold on guys, we have to do our duty, I’m scared too, but we have to stay here until we are relieved. We may have to flood the magazines to save her, and that’s our job.” The young men on the handling crew did not want to stay down in that magazine, but they knew that Gunners Mate 3rd Class Mullens would never let them run out on their duty. 0808: Greg heard Ensign Lomax say,” The five inch is running low on projectiles. I’m going down to get some more brought up.” 0809: Greg started tracking the next incoming plane, and he saw the bomb release. He had a second to think, “It’s going to hit,” when hell boiled out of the depths of the forward powder magazine. 0810: The bomb was a naval armor piercing projectile, fitted with tail fins and a delay action fuse. It penetrated through three armored decks before exploding. The 50-pound high explosive charge was small, but it was in the right place, the black powder magazine for the saluting cannon. The Arizona always was free with the saluting cannon, and the magazine had recently been filled with enough black powder for over 500 salutes. This powder was much faster burning than the powder used by the main battery. When the bomb exploded, its concussion ignited all of the black powder in the small magazine. The armored decks above the magazine contained the explosion, and all of the energy was focused on a bulkhead of the Turret Two main powder magazine. The bulkhead was shredded in less than a millisecond, and the burning steel fragments of the bulkhead ignited the powder bags almost simultaneously. Bill Mullens and the crew inside the handling room of Turret Two were vaporized within 200 milliseconds. Louis Maldonado died another 100 milliseconds later, as the unfathomable force shredded the entire forward part of the ship. Greg felt the flash, then the concussion slammed the eyepieces against his head, and knocked him senseless. Later, he was dimly aware of someone shaking him. Seaman Stratton was obviously yelling, and still shaking, but the words were faint and hard to understand. “Wake Up! Lott got a line over to the Vestal. The bow blew up. Get movin, we’re on fire!” 0811: It had been a quiet Sunday morning. After church Isabella took Danny for a stroller ride. The sun was out for a change, and it felt warm on her back. She was thinking how wonderful it would be to have Louis there beside her. He would be so proud of their son, and so loving to her. She turned the corner, thinking about going by a friend’s house, when a sudden feeling of sadness overwhelmed her. She wheeled the stroller around and hurried back home, unable to hold back the tears. Her stepsister was on the porch, and asked, “What’s wrong? Is something the matter with Danny?” “Please, take care of him, he’s OK. Something’s wrong with Louis. I, I don’t think I’ll ever see him again.” “Oh you can’t be serious; he’s going to be back here in a few days. You’re just upset because the time is near.” “I wish with all my heart that you are right, but I feel it in my soul. Louis is gone forever.” Isabella handed Danny, now squalling to her stepsister, and fled into the house weeping. 0812: Eddy ran to the hanger, and pulled Pop out of the burning building. “I’ve got to get back to the ship, can I use your truck?” He asked. “Go ahead, but watch out, those yellow bastards may be strafing the roads,” implored an agitated Pop Travis. 0813: John Lee took the key from Liz, even though she followed him out to the car protesting all the way. He made it as far as the intersection on the main road back to Pearl, where an Army Truck had collided with a car. Over a dozen vehicles were stopped, and a crowd was milling around, trying to take care of the casualties. John Lee tried to go around, and got stuck in the ditch at the edge of the road. He turned the engine off, slammed the door and started running across the cane field toward Pearl. 0814: Greg looked out through the open hatch at the wall of smoke and flame. The deck was sagging forward, until the Director was at a 30 degree angle. The outside surface of the plate burned his hand. With an adrenaline rush, he climbed out and started going hand over hand down the line to the Vestal. Before he could drop to the deck, the heat from the fire had raised blisters on his bare knees. The wind shifted slightly, and Greg was blinded momentarily by the smoke from the burning oil. A sailor grabbed him by the arm and guided him into a hatch and through a passageway. Eventually, they reached the sick bay. The Vestal had taken two bombs. In spite of a number of casualties, they were able to get under way. 1030: Eddy managed to drive all the way to the Receiving Station, but the trip took him two hours. He left Pop’s truck out by the gate and rushed to the Merry’s Point Boat Landing. He started helping unload causalities from the boats, many from the Arizona. It was almost sundown, when he caught a boat ride out to the ship. She was resting on the bottom, with the forward tripod mast canted forward, the decks awash, and Turret One out of sight. Eddy and three other Arizona sailors with him, who had not been out, all cried. They took off seven bodies, and a dozen survivors, who were covered in oil, and completely exhausted. 1120: Greg was having trouble seeing, and the burns were pushing him into shock. The harried corpsman flushed his eyes out, put sulfa powder and light bandages on his burns, and gave him a handful of pain pills. “I can’t give you any morphine till the doc can take a look, unless you can’t stand it. We’re grounded off Aiea Landing, and waitin for a tug to pull us off.” 1245: A nervous Army sentry almost shot John Lee, when he scaled the fence and started running across Hickem Field. They marched him over to a command post, and an Army Sergeant ordered him to join a working party that was filling bomb craters in the main runway. 1330: The radio announcement broke into the music. Emily listened with a feeling of dread. These terrible unspeakable events were tearing away the fabric of her life, and there was nothing she could do about it. 1330: Toby’s grandfather heard the same broadcast and called his grandson in with tears in his eyes. 1525: It was late in the day when John Lee was able to sneak away from the working party, and catch a ride on a truck headed toward Pearl. At the Receiving Station gate, the Marine Corporal told him that the Arizona had blown up and sunk. John Lee ran on down to the Merry’s Point Boat Landing, and worked into the night, helping unload casualties and bodies. 1930: The launch Eddy had been working on ran out of fuel, and no one knew where to find more in the dark. Even though blackout orders were in effect, the fires burning on the Arizona and other locations, lighted the night sky. They finally were able to obtain a tow from another launch. Eddy was surprised and relieved to see John Lee at the landing. “Don’t you know you’re out of uniform sailor?” He inquired, and grabbed John Lee with a bear hug. “Thank God you’re OK. Have you been out to the ship?” “Yes, it’s bad, worse than you can imagine. They never had a chance. The whole bow blew up. It’s sunk to the main deck. There’s bodies and oil everywhere.” The two shipmates just stood there holding on to each other, wracked by waves of uncontrolled emotion. The grizzled old Chief Bosun’s Mate who had been directing recovery operations put his hand on John Lee’s back and said, “You guys can’t do any more here tonight. Go get some food and some rest. Tomorrow’s not gonna be any better.” “Thanks Chief, we’ll be back in a little while,” replied Eddy. “You won’t be able to do anything till daylight, get some sleep.” He replied, before moving on to the next group of grief stricken sailors. A 1st class Quartermaster from the Naval Station passed them a cigarette, and they shared it as they walked over to a warehouse. A mess cook had a pot of coffee and a box of bologna sandwiches. They finished the coffee and sandwiches, and each took a blanket from a stack. The shipmates walked back outside to watch the fires burn themselves out. 2100: Greg was hurting and agreed to a shot of morphine. He was in a dreamless sleep in less than a minute. He woke up with a headache, pain in his legs, and a feeling of disorientation. He looked around at the strange compartment and remembered the carnage of Sunday morning. A couple of seamen were shifting a badly burned sailor from his bunk to a stretcher. Greg became aware that the compartment had a pronounced list and that the sailor on the stretcher, was crying in pain. A few minutes later, the seamen returned, and moved Greg from his bunk to a stretcher. He tried to tell them that he could walk, but they insisted, and Greg felt too tired to argue. He was pleased that it did not hurt too much, as they shifted him from bunk to stretcher. When they came on deck, Greg looked across the harbor to the wreckage of Battleship Row. The Arizona was still burning, and the Tennessee had fire hoses flowing to keep the burning oil away. Greg and several other causalities were loaded into a launch, and taken over to the Hospital ship Solace. A.G. Kimbrough
  5. Just missed Westpac cruises on CG11 & 12. Flew over many times later.
  6. Thanks for the book WG!

    Great Post! I'll take the opportunity to make a shameless plug for my Greatest Generation Novel, BB-39. This story is about a group of young men from a small town in the southwest, who join the US Navy in 1938, and serve on the USS Arizona, BB-39. The first half of the book tells their story in the pre-war Battleship Navy. The last half, tells the stories of the three December 7th survivors. BB-39 is fiction, set in reality. This book is available on Amazon as an eBook, in print, and as an audio book, by A.G. Kimbrough A.K.A. CaptnAndy.
  7. Looking for clan.

    The Warship branch of Team Special Forces has several subclans that range from serious competitors to casual. Check out our web site at: http://www.team-sf.com/ I'm the olders player in the clan at 73, with a solid 42% win rate in the SF subclan. I'll be happy to division with you any time I'm on (2100 to 2300 PST).
  8. US Cruiser split news

    Just take out all the Cleveland nurfs to go a long way toward tier 8. It was Bad in CBT. I can't wait!
  9. Great Post! As an early 60's Fire Control guy, I worked on the development of using digital computers and ranging systems for the Navy's early missile systems that were using analog electronics to solve the fire control problems. The reason for the switch to digital, is that the analog electronics were very unreliable, especially compared to the MK1A. My first ship, CG12 was a new class that was built on WW2 CA hulls. The existing superstructure and guns were replaced with an aluminum superstructure and guided missile batteries fore and aft, and amidships. Shortly after CG12's commissioning, someone at BuShips asked the embarrassing question, "what will this ship do if confronted with an enemy torpedo boat?" CG 12 was returned to the yard at Bremerton, and an open mount 5"38 was installed beside the Tartar missile system. A WW2 vintage Mk 56 Fire Control System was installed over each gun. One thing you did not mention was a gyrocompass that was mounted directly beside the Mk1A. It had direct shaft inputs for Pitch, Roll, and Heading, so it was no longer necessary to fire on the up role. I'll stop my Fire Control Trivia with a comment about the Fire Control switchboards. They were massive six foot tall doors containing over 30 large rotary switches, and filled a bulkhead (wall of main plot). The commands to each gun mount for bearing, elevation, fuse setting, and a contact closure to fire. The first three signals used a minimum of 3 wires each to drive a rotary transformer called a synchro. There was also a feedback contact closure that indicated that the gun was loaded and ready to fire. There were switches to permit any primary or secondary Mk1A to send commands to any Primary or Secondary gun mount. There were also switches to send the target range, bearing and elevation signals to any of the Primary or Secondary Mk1A's.
  10. The Cleveland at Tier 8

    Ode to the Cleveland I loved her in CBT, and the nerf broke my heart. I have kept her on the shelf, waiting for her return to glory as a tier 8. I still long for that day...
  11. Thanks for the heads up. I missed the announcement, and will make good use of the reset and upgrade removal.
  12. Great Story! It should be a winner. I have a small problem. My Oktyabrskaya Revolutsiya must have missed her shipyard overhaul, because she does not have the Stalium armor. Unless I keep her angled, she doesn't live very long. I'm still glad I bought her, since she's totally fun to play, even for this old (1944) Captain.
  13. As the oldest player (1944 Model), in the WOWS Team Special Forces Clan, I invite you to check us out on: http://invite.teamspeak.com/voice.team-sf.com I play every night 2100 to 2300 PST, and will be happy to run a division with you. We are a large clan, with a wide range of players from serious competitors to casual players like myself. Hope to see you in game.
  14. The Taint

    Oh Great, another mode where these old eyes can't tell the direction of the enemy ships.
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