I left Naval Radio Station, Northwest, in January 1970 en route to the Naval Security Group Department, Wahiawa, Hawaii. Once more, they assigned me to the HFDF maintenance shop. As at Northwest, I repaired and calibrated R-1230 receivers and AN/FSH-7 one-inch, multichannel magnetic recorders when not supporting the CP-771/UYK-3. It …
The school was out finally, and I was checking into the quarterdeck at Naval Radio Station (R) Northwest in April 1967, my first operational command. Just my luck that it was a command in the middle of the Great Dismal Swamp with rattlesnakes and copperheads, besides being miles from the …
God Bless those who served and gave their all in the name of freedom. Yet, I celebrate the men of my family who survived their service by God’s grace on this Memorial Day. Francis Leo Knott, my father, served over twenty-six years in the US Navy. He saw service in …
I was on an airplane, leaving my family home for the Naval Communications Training Center, Corry Station, Pensacola, Florida, to start a new chapter in my life. My orders were to the CP-771/UYK-3 school, whatever that was. I knew the prefix marked it as a computer, but no one could …
It is February 1966. My Bootcamp company and I, a Seaman Recruit, marched to face the classification officer, who would determine our future. My turn came, and I sat across from him. I would recreate the actual conversation, but honestly, I can’t. However, I remember the significant parts. The classification …
Some memories remain, though, dimmed by time. Such are those of my time in the US Navy Boot Camp. Forgive me for rambling. It is what it is. My strongest memory is of the day my father came to visit near Christmas. I was called to the Brigade office, where …
