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Shots from my boat the USS Benjamin Franklin - SSBN 640 
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Updated the SSBN 640 Roster:


Here is the roster: ROSTER (Opens in Google Documents)

Here is the Membership roster: Membership (Opens in Google Documents)
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As many of you know, I spent 6 years on board a nuclear submarine the USS Benjamin Franklin SSBN 640. Here's a great video of what it's like on board. Although this boat is much bigger and nicer than the one I was on 20+ years ago.
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Night scope

A Poem By Frank Kozusko



In silent service beneath the waves,

we live in a steel cave in the darkness of the deep,

too deep to feel the seas.



Our mission: to be there and nowhere at the same time,

undetected, listening, always listening,

one way communication.

Ready for a message we pray will never come.



One tine on the trident of strategic deterrence.

Sixteen missiles

in the compartment called Sherwood Forest,

Armageddon in a can.



Isolated. No day, no night, sun or moon.

Clock straight up and down,

eggs on my plate: morning.

Clock straight up and down,

beef on my plate: evening.



Sonar, mechanical ears,

to detect friend, foe or dolphin squeal.

Always listening - blind.



Only the periscope stand is connected to the surface,

when eerie red light in the control room

tells the sun has set above.

Night adapted eyes need be ready

for a sudden rise to shallow depths.



Night watch means a trip to periscope depth.

RIG FOR BLACK.

Only instrument lights illuminate

the intense faces anticipating my orders.

MAKE YOUR DEPTH SIX FIVE FEET… UP SCOPE.



Turning outstretched scope arms,

peering through the single ocular.

Dancing with the one-eyed fat lady.



SCOPE B R E A K I N G…, B R E A K I N G …, OUT!

I have inserted a probe into THE WORLD,

a sterile connection. Like sex with a condom.

I am a disembodied eye.

A quick rotation on the scope:

NO CLOSE CONTACTS.

It is safe, safe to complete my orders,

safe for my periscope liberty.



My main mission: copy positioning data

from a passing satellite,

our missiles must know where they are

to target Moscow or Kiev or...

Our target assignments are unknown to me;

it has never been a concern.



Some nights it is so dark, no moon or stars,

the horizon is not visible.

Tonight the sky is clear,

the moon is bright,

the seas reflecting its light.



I make a weather report.

10% overcast, seas 1 to 2 feet, wind speed 5 knots,

estimating the wind by the way the wave tips appear.



Secondary mission: Housekeeping, a euphemism.

We use high pressure air

to blow our shit tanks into the sea.

In big steel cans compressed garbage

is pooped from the ship, weighted

to guarantee its journey to the bottom.



A steel whale defecating.



With ordered evolutions in progress,

I can relax a little,

but I must keep looking and turning.

Keep the ship safe.



With just one foot of scope above the surface,

the horizon is a mile distant.



Turning. I see a ship just over the horizon;

a mile is close at sea.

I see by his lights that he is moving to my right,

he is of no concern. Sonar confirms

the contact is moving away.



Turning. Just some distant lights,

too far away to worry.



Turning. I take some time to look at the moon,

a passing cloud is now backlit.



Turning. I put the scope in high power

to examine my temporary neighbor,

no sign of activity on deck.

He will go his way never knowing of this scrutiny.



Turning. All evolutions complete.

I order the ship returned to the deep.

MAKE YOUR DEPTH ONE FOUR ZERO FEET.



I keep my eye on the scope as it is pulled beneath the waves,

DOWN SCOPE.



My brief visit to THE WORLD by translated eye is over.

I enjoyed it, while lamenting the six more weeks

of submerged running still ahead.



My relief arrives to take over.

After six hours as Officer of the Deck,

I can now lay below and get my post watch meal.



Eggs.



It’s morning.
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Awesome. Thanks for your service. Beautiful words.
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USS BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

2011 REUNION

NOVEMBER 2-6, 2011 NAPLES, FL

SAVE THE DATES – MAKE YOUR PLANS



Hotel Information

The reunion officially runs from Wednesday, November 2nd through Sunday, November 6th. You will be

staying in the heart of Old Naples at the full service Inn on Fifth located just a few blocks from the beach in Naples, Florida.
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This is my G+ site dedicated to those who served aboard the United States Nuclear Submarine, the USS Benjamin Franklin - SSBN 640 and designed to augment my main site of http://www.ssbn640.com and our facebook page located at http://goo.gl/7eKQY