The White Falcon - 29.02.1980, Blaðsíða 5

February 29. 1980
The White Falcon
Page 5
SEABEES PERFORM MANY JOBS—(clock-
wise from above)—CE2 John Healy and
IC3 Cindy Acheson repair a key sys-
tem (telephone) in the Air Forces
Iceland building. CMCN Cindy Archer
literally "gets into her work" as
she dismantles an air filter on a
Navy pickup. SW3 Michael DePumpo
spot welds a piece of metal in Pub-
lic Work's Metal Shop. (Photos by
J03 David Guise)
tomorrow at Officer’s
Club
The mold was broken when they made the Seabee
by an unknown Seabee
Between the awkwardness of a sol-
dier and the dignity of a Marine is
a questionable character called a
Seabee.
Seabees come in assorted sizes,
shapes and weights. But all have
the same code: to enjoy every hour
of every day, whether it be at work
or at play, and to protest by grip-
ing (their beloved privilege).
Seabees are found everywhere:
on top of, inside of, climbing on,
swinging from, running around, or,
more likely than not, turning to.
Mothers love them, fathers are
proud of them, sisters admire them,
fctdales hate them, company comman-
tolerate them, and chiefs drive
—sometimes.
A Seabee is a composite. He has
the appetite of a horse, the difes-
tion system of a sword swallower,
the lungs of a pocket-sized atom
bomb, the curiousity of a firecrac-
ker, and the spirit of a fighting
cock.
He likes liberty, leave, holi-
days, weekends, girls, beer, chow,
movies, gedunks, swimming, pin-ups,
sleep, and comic books.
He is not much for duty nights,
taps, reveille, discipline, drills
or secured heads.
No one else is so early to rise
without actually wanting to get up.
No other person gets so much out of
liberty or Shore Patrol. No one
else can have so much fun on so
little money.
A Seabee is a magical creature.
You can chew him out, but you can't
get the work done without him. He
is dirty, unpolished, unkept, often
overbearing and sometimes reluctant.
A Seabee is a man of many abil-
ities. He can weld, build, drive,
repair and fight. He can beautify
or he can wreck. He can make some-
thing out of nothing. Work never
seems to tire him nor does he seem
to tire of work. His motto is "Can
Do" to which he has added "Have
Done" and "Did" for the commanding
officer and on down the chain.
The average Seabee is a thick-
headed individual from a variety
of nationalities. He won't admit
it to anyone except in the defense
of his corps, that his is the best
job in the Navy.
Without him the Fleet would have
nothing to fight about, the civi-
lians nothing to talk about, and
history nothing to write about.
You can always tell a Seabee
but you can't tell him much.