Anyone remember the Sailor Bars?

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Anyone remember the Sailor Bars?

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Date: Monday, August 8, 2016, 12:27 PM
>
> Enjoy the past as it will never be
> the same. Sailor Bars -- A Trip Back in Time
> -- Forever GoneSailor Bars -- A great look at a
> vanishing American Navy Sailor Bars Think John Bulls in Piraeus, Mamas
> in Naples, Jimmy the Greeks in Malta, Pauline’s in
> Olongapo, the Rio, the Admiral and the Three Sisters in
> Olongapo, Kaoshung, Pusan, Hotel Street in Honolulu, the
> Pearl City Tavern, Captain Harry's Blue Marlin Bar, the
> Savoy in Norfolk, Leos first and last Chance in Newport, and
> places in Key West where only submarine sailors were
> allowed! Think that was bad....go where only the EOD guys
> were allowed!! ...and they cavorted with marine mammals with
> no tits!! We were paid to live a life of
> deprivation from fresh milk and eggs, from no beer for
> months at a time, and we had to smell stinky socks, smelly
> wet suits, and diesel fuel forfuqinever, and a life with a
> few shots over the bow of some Mideast creep that wanted to
> threaten the US of A, but what a life we lived when we got
> ashore in the Med or in WestPac!! We wuz SAILORs and we
> earned every right to be men ashore as we were at sea. God,
> I miss it. I'd go back tomorrow, particularly if I could
> be on a US flagged ship off Somalia!!. Our favorite liberty bars were
> unlike no other watering holes or dens of iniquity inhabited
> by seagoing men. They had to meet strict standards to be in
> compliance with the acceptable requirement for a sailor
> beer-swilling dump. The first and foremost requirement
> was a crusty old gal serving suds. Even the CPO Mess with
> Nora and Doris in Charleston didn’t quite match up to our
> overseas standards!! How about Mary Sue in Hong Kong? She
> could Di-rect your young butt to the best places in the Far
> East and even knew your ships schedule!! She had to be able to wrestle King
> Kong to parade rest: Be able to balance a tray with one
> hand, knock sailors out of the way with the other hand and
> skillfully navigate through a roomful of milling around
> drunks telling lies and drinking San Magoo. On slow nights,
> she had to be the kind of gal who would give you a back
> scratch or put her foot on the table so you could admire her
> new ankle bracelet some "mi gook" brought her back
> from a Hong Kong liberty. A good barmaid had to be able to
> whisper sweet nothings in your young sailor ear like,
> "I love you, Baby, no shit, you buy me Honda??. Air
> conditioned helicopter? Rice steamer? Levis?" Pusan was
> particularly good at the Levis!! "Buy a pack of Clorets and
> chew up the whole thing before you get within heaving range
> of any gal you ever want to see again." And, from the crusty old gal
> behind the bar "Hey dickheads, I know we have a crowd
> tonight, but if any of you guys find the head facilities
> fully occupied and start pissing down the floor drain,
> you're gonna find yourself scrubbing the deck with your
> white hats!" "I ain't your Mom and I
> ain't cleanin' up after your
> dumbass." The barmaids had to be able to
> admire great tattoos, look at pictures of ugly bucktooth
> kids and smile, be able to help haul drunks to cabs and
> comfort 19 year-olds who had lost someone he thought loved
> him in a dark corner booth. They could look at your
> ship's identification shoulder tab and tell you the
> names of the Skippers back to the time you were a Cub Scout.
> They knew where your ship was going before you got there and
> they knew where you were going after that! If you came in after a late night
> maintenance problem and fell asleep with a half-eaten
> Slim-Jim in your hand, they tucked your peacoat around you,
> put out the cigarette you left burning in the ashtray and
> replaced the warm draft you left sitting on the table with a
> cold one when you woke up. Why? Simply because they were one of
> the few people on the face of the earth that knew what you
> did, and appreciated what you were doing. And if you treated
> them like a decent human being and didn't drive 'em
> nuts by playing songs they hated on the juke box, they would
> lean over the back of the booth and park their soft warm
> tits on your neck when they sat two San Miguel beers in
> front of you ( and asked for that air-conditioned
> helicopter)!!. And the Paki or Indian or
> Bangladeshi table wipe down guy and glass washer, trash
> dumper, deck swabber and paper towel replacer: The guy had
> to have baggy tweed pants and a gold tooth and a grin like a
> 1950 Buick.. And a name like "Ramon",
> "Juan", "Pedro" or "Tico" or
> even Achmed. He had to smoke unfiltered Luckies, Camels or
> Raleighs . He wiped the tables down with a sour wash rag
> that smelled like a billy goat's crotch and always said,
> "How are choo navee mans tonight?" He was the
> indispensable man. The guy with credentials that allowed him
> to borrow Slim-Jims, Beer Nuts and pickled hard boiled eggs
> from other beer joints when they ran out where he worked. He
> knew who to call when the callin' was required: taxi,
> whorehouse, shore patrol, or flophouse. The establishment itself. The
> place had to have walls covered with ship and squadron
> plaques with beer labels plastered on the ceiling. The walls
> were adorned with enlarged unit patches and the dates of
> previous deployments. A dozen or more old, yellowed
> photographs of fellows named "Buster",
> "Chicago", "P-Boat Barney",
> "Flaming Hooker Harry", "Malone",
> "Jimmy Brown", " Honshu Harry",
> "Johnny McCain" (yep him), "Jackson",
> "Douche Bag Doug", and "Capt Slade
> Cutter" decorated any unused space. It had to have the
> obligatory Michelob, Pabst Blue Ribbon and "Beer Nuts
> sold here" neon signs. An eight-ball mystery beer tap
> handle and signs reading: "Your mother does not work
> here, so clean away your frickin'
> trash." "Keep your hands off the
> barmaid." "Don't throw butts in
> urinal." "Barmaid's word is final
> in settling bets." "Free beer
> tomorrow". "Take your fights out in the
> alley behind the bar!" "Owner reserves the right to
> waltz your worthless sorry ass outside." "Shipmates are responsible
> for riding herd on their ship/squadron
> drunks." This was typical signage found in
> any good liberty bar. You had to have a juke box built
> along the lines of a Sherman tank loaded with Hank Williams,
> Mother Maybelle Carter, Johnny Horton, Johnny Cash and
> twenty other crooning goobers nobody ever heard of. The damn
> thing had to have "La Bamba", Herb Alpert's
> "Lonely Bull" and Johnny Cash's
> "Don't Take Your Guns to Town". The furniture
> in a real good liberty bar had to be made from coal mine
> shoring lumber and was not fully acceptable until it had 600
> cigarette burns and your ship's numbers or
> "FTN" carved into it. The bar had to have a brass
> foot rail and at least six Slim-Jim containers, an oversized
> glass cookie jar full of Beer-Nuts, a jar of pickled hard
> boiled eggs that could produce rectal gas emissions that
> could shut down an UNREP station, and big glass containers
> full of something called Pickled Pigs Feet and Polish
> Sausage. Only drunk Chiefs and starving
> Ethiopians ate pickled pigs feet and unless the last three
> feet of your colon had been manufactured by Midas, you
> didn't want to get anywhere near the Polish Napalm
> Dogs. No liberty bar was complete
> without a couple of hundred faded ship or airplane pictures
> and a "Shut the hell up!" sign taped on the mirror
> behind the bar along with several rather tasteless naked
> lady pictures. The pool table felt had to have at least
> three strategic rips as a result of drunken competitors and
> balls that looked as if a gorilla baby had teethed on the
> sonuvabitches. Liberty bars were home and it
> didn't matter what country, state, or city you were in.
> When you walked into a good liberty bar, you felt at home.
> These were also establishments where 19 year-old kids
> received an education available nowhere else on earth. You
> learned how to "tell" and "listen" to
> sea stories. You learned about sex at $10.00 a
> pop! -- from professional ladies who taught you things your
> high school biology teacher didn't know were
> anatomically possible. You learned how to make a two cushion
> bank shot and how to toss down a beer and a shot of Suntori
> known as a "depth charge." We were young, and a helluva long
> way from home. We were pulling down crappy wages for
> twenty-four hours a day, seven days a-week availability and
> loving the life we lived. ($97 bucks a month for E3 and $
> 158 bucks for an E5, $220 for an officer). We didn't
> know it at the time, but our association with the men we
> served with forged us into the men we became. And a lot of
> that association took place in bars where we shared the
> stories accumulated in our, up to then, short lives. We
> learned about women and that life could be tough on a gal,
> and it wasn’t so generous on us either. While many of our classmates were
> attending college or in the Air Force, we were getting an
> education slicing through the green rolling seas in WestPac,
> experiencing the orgasmic rush of a night cat shot, the
> heart pounding drama of the return to the ship with the gut
> wrenching arrestment to a pitching deck. The hours of
> tedium, boring holes in the sky late at night, experiencing
> the periodic discomfort of turbulence, marveling at the
> creation of St. Elmo's Fire, and sometimes having our
> reverie interrupted with stark terror when a shipmate was
> washed overboard or killed on a working dive. But when we came ashore on
> liberty, we could rub shoulders with some of the finest men
> we would ever know, in bars our mothers would never have
> approved of, in saloons and cabarets that would live in our
> memories forever. Long live those liberties in
> WestPac and in the Med! They were the greatest teachers
> about life and how to live it. Shame, but even
> talking about those places will get your young ass kicked
> out of the US Navy today. What a time we had!!!! Those boys knew how to
> have fun!! Arrggghhh! Laws that forbid the carrying of
> arms..disarm only those who are neither inclined nor
> determined to commit crimes. Such laws make things worse for
> the assaulted and better for the assailants; they serve
> rather to encourage than prevent homicides, for an unarmed
> man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed
> one." - Thomas Jefferson quoting Cesare Beccaria,
> Criminologist in 1764. That was 230 years ago. -Thomas
> Jefferson
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Bob

I was the CO of the Naval Hospital at Subic in the late 80s. We had a Navy
VD program that tested all the bar girls every two weeks. If they dotn't get tested, the Shore Patrol would make the bar off limits.

The bar girls of Olongapo and the barrios were real distractions to sailors in those days. I had a few hospital corpsmen that
were constantly getting in trouble out there.
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#3 Post by Steve Proctor »

I have heard so many stories about Subic Bay and Olofapo. A friend of mine told me about the PCOD which ensured you did take "something" back to the states with you ;-)
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Reminds me of the graffiti on the latrines in Viet Nam: "Half the girls have T.B. , the others have V.D. so only **** the ones that cough."
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In the 'Vill' in Okinawa, what mattered was the date of the most recent payday; prices dropped if you waited.
A friend told me that.
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I have a photograph somewhere in my house of a sign hanging outside a barrio bar. It read "Attitude Adjustments Available Here 5 Pesos" at the time 5 Pesos was about a quarter.
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Ron,

Nice to have "friends" like that !

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#8 Post by Pat Daily »

Here are a couple of links to the Subic Bay area--some old sailors and Marines started this site--been less active lately.

http://www.subicbaypi.com

Here is a link to the girls of Olongapo. Be careful--some are risqué.

http://www.subicbaypi.com/town_photo_girls.htm

Lots of memories of many years ago!
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