During the fall of 1952 we heard that the Wasp would return to the States and under go a major upgrading. Most of the crew would be transferred to other duties, but a lucky few would get to spend months in Brooklyn. Since Ellen was about to have another baby, I asked the Ship’s Bos’n if I could be included in the ones that stayed and he said, “Why not.”, which encouraged me. We pulled into Jacksonville, FL, across the pier from the USS Midway and I was handed orders to move over to her!
I complained, but to no avail. So, when Ellen was delivering our son, Carl, at the Naval Hospital in Newport, RI, I was THREE DAYS at sea headed BACK to another six month Mediterranean Cruise! Bummer!
Aside from the news that Carl and Ellen were okay, I had one other consolation. I was promoted to Chief Boatswain’s Mate, which meant that, as a Chief Petty Officer, I not only made more money, but had privileges, including sleeping in Chief’s quarters, eating in Chief’s mess, and being in charge of many more people!
In addition, I was now eligible to be in charge of a Shore Patrol team and would go ashore, assign my team to their duty areas and, usually patrol with a local policeman, who would know the most likely trouble spots.