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Coming back to BF4 after a long hiatus, the companion app appears to be decommissioned so I have no way to access my custom creations. I’ve turned off creative content and it’s still showing up on my guns. Any advice?
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2021.12.01 19:21 El_UniBeard “From the mouths of babes”.

I teach middle school Social Studies. Today we were talking about the Southern colonies and how they had slaves. We also discussed that owning slaves in that time was a social status marker. It’s not pretty but it’s true. Some student were appalled and called them awful people. I said, “They could have been fine people that just participated in an ugly practice.” Then one kid from the back of the room said, “we can’t cancel history”. Well said padawan. I told him I’d put it on Reddit tonight and he was super excited about that.
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2021.12.01 19:21 Black_MAM8A Busiest day

Tips for what day to go on before winter break for the kids. I’m assuming the it weekdays are least busiest but does anyone know which specifically. Also are all the lights and stuff only on the weekends? Is that all it is lights?
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2021.12.01 19:21 That_Meme_Trans The only video on this persons channel is an Egirl omegle vid - honestly not that bad for it being the only thing

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Hi guys, first time posting here. I hope you can help me with this.
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I started having panic attacks almost 4 months ago but I havent had one in so long (more than 3 mobths). However, what was left was despersonalization. Mildly for the most part, but since monday Ive been struggling with it and today has been by far my worst day.
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2021.12.01 19:21 FabregDrek 5* weapons fates.

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2021.12.01 19:21 Stunning_Copy9407 My endlicheri doesn’t want to eat

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2021.12.01 19:21 Looperthekittycat Charted Courses And Chance Currents - The Log of One Year Along the Voyage of Life - A Stormy Crossing

Posters Preface*: I recently was given memoirs that were written by my Great Grandfather, Stanley Dalbec. I am working on transitioning this to a word document and wanted to share the stories with this group as I found them highly interesting and gives the reader a good understanding of what life was like for an officer in the Navy during WW2. Please enjoy.*
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
A Stormy Crossing
I arrived in Brooklyn in mid-April 1942 and reported to the Armed Guard Center for further assignment.
I can rely only on memory for the exact or approximate dates of events of the next few months. Not all of them were shown in written orders, and anyway, all orders for that period were later lost.
Once again, Lolette’s parents took us in at their quarters on the Receiving Ship, USS Seattle.
I was assigned as Armed Guard Officer on board the S.S> Wacosta, located at Trenton, NJ. She was scheduled to sail to north Russia, on what became known as the “Murmansk Run”.
When I was checking out of the Center, someone made a comment that that was about the safest run on any of the oceans. That may well have been true, at the time.
So, Lolette and I repeated the program of travel, reporting aboard, and house hunting. She found a suitable apartment in nearby Philadelphia, PA, and we settled in once more.
The S.S. Wacosta
The Wacosta was an old freighter, having been built in 1920 under a U.S. Shipping Board program. She was owned by the Waterman Steamship Co. of Mobile, AL. She definitely had seen better days and showed the effects of previous poor maintenance. There had previously been a fire in the engine room, and Waterman had not done too complete a job of replacing tools. Her Skipper, Capt. Jens Jensen, would not allow rust to be removed from the main deck by handheld chipping chisel, lest it go through, leaving a hole. So, the rust was merely painted over.
Capt. Jen Jensen was a man who had gone to sea for thirty-five years and had risen to the rank of Third Mate. But, with the expansion of the merchant fleet, he had been pushed up to Master. I’m not sure, nor perhaps was I in a position to judge, how basically competent he was. But he apparently felt somewhat insecure and, hiding behind authority of his rank, too often refused to consider the advice of his officers or of me.
I was assigned to a cabin in the forward deckhouse on the main deck. My gun crew, which consisted of a Coxswain and seven Seamen, were given a space in the midships deckhouse. The ship’s screw living spaces were divided among the fantail, midships deckhouse, and forecastle areas.
When I went to my cabin I found what the local Naval activity had been able to deliver from the checklist of supplies. For example, there were two clips of .45 caliber ammunition but no pistol. Well, that was all right; I didn’t come up against I needed, or even felt I wanted, to shoot!
Also, there was a very nice sheepskin coat, size 54! I was 5’ 8” and weighed about 142 lbs. But it worked out very well. I also had a kapok life jacket, what was referred to in those days as a “Mae West”. I found that I could wear the coat over the life jacket very comfortably. I figured that if I ever had to go into the water, the coat would be a serious drag. I could shed it and still have the buoyancy of the life jacket.
The Wacosta had a World War I era 4-inch, 50-caliber gun on the fantail. It had stops which would prevent its being fired into the ship’s structure. Again, all our ammunition for that gun was solid-projectile. It also had a 50-caliber and a 30-caliber machine gun mounted on each side of the midships deckhouse boat deck.
Again, the Navy gun crew had to be supplemented with merchant crew members. Capt. Jensen was a little paranoid about his civilian crew members and wanted none of them to man a machine gun, which was not far aft of the bridge. It was obvious that he hadn’t even been up to the machine gun nests to see that there were pipe rails which would make it impossible for them to fire into the ship’s structure. So, why should I bother to point that out to him?
Since the machine gun nests were between the 4-inch gun on the fantail and the bridge, I figured that was the best spot for me to be. The Navy gun crew and I had sound power phones, which were efficient, for communication. So I appointed myself as the gunner on the starboard 50-caliber machine gun. I could see both the fantail and the bridge and could communicate with the bridge by voice.
The Wacosta was carrying general cargo. The only hazardous component was 100 tons of machine gun ammunition. To this extent, we were in less danger than if our cargo were ammunition or dynamite or if the ship were a tank.
The Wacosta had portholes eleven inches in diameter compared with the fourteen-inchers on the Texas Sun. I found I could crawl through while fully clothed, but not while wearing the life jacket.
Vic Tyson
We remained in Trenton for perhaps a week, getting the ship ready to sail. There were a few officer’s wives in Trenton, including Mrs. Jensen. These, and Lolette, were treated to a dinner in the saloon (officers’ dining room). But most of the ship’s crew were from the Mobile, AL, area, the ship’s home port.
The evening before we were due to sail, two Cadets, one deck and the other engineering, from the U.S. Merchant Marine Academy at King’s Point, NY, on Long Island, reported aboard. Part of the curriculum of the Academy, which trains its students to become officers, is a half-year cruise on a merchant ship. This normally takes place during the second year.
They introduced themselves: the engineering Cadet was named Black, and deck Cadet was Vic Tyson.
After a couple of minutes, bells started ringing. I said, “Tyson...Tyson...New Hampshire...Durham, the U. of New Hampshire!”
In the school year 1934 -1935, Vic and I had been Freshmen in the College of Technology there. We had both been students in one very small class, the mathematics class taught by Dr. Slobin, the Department Head.
All entering Freshmen in the College of Technology were given a written mathematics test. I t was not an entrance exam. In those days it was assumed that, if you had a diploma from an accredited high school in the State, you could read it and were eligible for admission to the University College corresponding with your high school curriculum.
The purpose of the test was for Doc Slobin to select the twenty or so students he wanted in the class which he personally taught. I don’t know what he based his choices on. In fact, I had not had solid geometry in high school and would have had to make it up if I had stayed in engineering. Anyway, Vic and I were both in his class.
Doc Slobin was a fascinating man: a short, chubby, balding Russian Jew who closely resembled David Ben-Gurion, much later Israel’s Prime Minister. He was very interested in Eastern Cultures, and, if the class felt it didn’t want to handle mathematics on some particular day, someone would ask him a question regarding Middle Eastern philosophy, and he’d be off on that track for the rest of the period.
One trait our class group had in common was a broad intellectual curiosity. Perhaps Doc Slobin had developed the ability to design a mathematics test which would reveal that trait. I wouldn’t put it past him!
In the course of the year we were given a smattering of understanding along those lines. But we also mastered the mathematics, and so profited doubly. I wish I could justify talking more here about Doc Slobin, but I can’t.
Anyway, Vic and I were good friends, but, living in different dormitories, we didn’t become close social associates.
That summer, 1935, my family moved to California, and Vic was not one of the few people I kept in contact with.
Creating Magnetic Invisibility
Came the day for sailing.
That morning I packed away the last of my gear, kissed Lolette and Suse goodbye, and started walking down the street from our apartment, with Lolette sitting in the window. After a short distance I remembered something I had left behind and turned back. Lolette was still sitting in the window was crying.
Lolette, as a part of her upbringing in a military family, had been taught never to let her man see her cry when he left. This time I caught her off guard. It was the only time I ever saw her cry at such a time.
She planned to stay at the apartment in Philadelphia at least until the current month’s rent was up. Then she wasn’t sure what she’d do. Philadelphia had no particular old on her. With the baby due Sept. 15, she’d want to be fairly close to a Navy medical facility. She’d just have to play it by ear.
My mail would be held at the Armed Guard Center in Brooklyn until I either returned or sent for it.
While the Wacosta made a fairly lengthy run that day, she didn’t get far in a straight line. We sailed down the Delaware River, past Philadelphia and Washington, DC, down Delaware Bay, and up along the New Jersey coast to Bayonne, across the Hudson River from New York City. But we were now hardly fifty miles from Trenton.
A major threat in the European area was magnetic mines. The Germans sowed these in shallow shipping channels in rivers and harbors, using planes, boats, or whatever. They were heavy and sat until triggered.
A ship, being mostly iron, has a magnetic field of its own. So, it disturbs the Earth’s magnetic field in its near vicinity. Magnetic mines were designed to detect the change when a ship passed above them, triggering their firing mechanisms.
They were small enough to be practically impossible to locate through searching. They were sometimes removed by using a small wooden-hulled craft to tow a barge-load of scrap iron along a channel. The barge would trigger the magnetic mine. It was an expensive way to remove a single mine, but cheaper than having a sunken ship clogging a shipping channel.
But this tactic was only partially successful. The Germans would often program the mine to explode, not on the first, but on the third or fourth, exposure to a magnetic anomaly. Thus, the mine would survive the sweepers and claim a ship as its victim.
There was only really effective defense: that was to neutralize the ship’s magnetic field.
There were two methods of accomplishing this. One was called degaussing. The ship’s magnetic field would be analyzed, and it’s hull subjected to electrical currents at various points which would eliminate the field. This was a lengthy and time-consuming process, although effective and permanent. So it was used only on the most important ships.
The other method was deperming. In this process the ship’s magnetic field would also be charted. Then large cables would be looped along the main deck, which, when energized with electricity from the ship’s generators, would largely neutralize the ship’s magnetic field. It wasn’t as effective as degaussing and only worked while the cables were energized. But this protection was only needed while in shallow waters, and the system could be designed and installed in a matter of hours.
We were in Bayonne for the Wacosta to be depermed. This would require only an overnight stay. That evening I went across the harbor to New York to visit Lolette’s parents.
The deperming completed, the experts who installed the system explained it to Capt. Jensen, the Chief Engineer, and me and gave us all literature on the subject.
Capt. Jensen misunderstood the material and believed that, when the cables were energized, they would physically push floating mines away from the ship. Accordingly, he ordered that they be kept energized at all times while we were at sea. Nothing that the Chief or I could say would convince him otherwise.
North along the Atlantic Coast
We sailed from Bayonne, across Upper New York Bay, up the East River, through Long Island Sound, and through the Cape Cod Canal into Cape Cod Bay.
Sailing across Cape Cod Bay brought back a memory. In the Spring of 1934, our Hopkinton (NH) High School class, eighteen strong, as its Senior Trip, went to Boston for overnight. One of the scheduled events was a cruise on an excursion boat across Cape Cod Bay to some spot on Cape Cod. That was the first time I had “gone to sea”.
We got rather a short distance out onto the Bay, when the vessel’s engine broke down. Efforts to repair it were fruitless, and in due time we were towed back to the pier.
* * *
Leaving Cape Cod Bay, we sailed out across the North Atlantic to Halifax, Nova Scotia. We sailed singly, with no escort. It was in Halifax that convoys were assembled and sent out with organized escorts.
We were there a few days while the gathering merchant ships were readied for the trip across the North Atlantic.
I did a little wandering around the city, sightseeing. At one point I went into a bank to cash a check for $20.00. The teller agreed without question. I asked, “Don’t you want to see some identification?” “Oh, yes, I guess that would be a good idea.” He counted out $22.00, Canadian. I said, “I don’t know where I may go and, since I’m an American, it would be better if I had American money.” He referred me to another teller, who gave me the $20.00, American. I never had so little trouble cashing a check in an American bank where I was not known.
Our pier had parallel stairways, each wide enough for two or three people to go abreast. The traffic was heavy, so, if someone stopped, he tended to slow down the flow.
One day, I was going down, I spotted Cdr. Colin Headlee, my former Executive Officer on the Omaha, and now Skipper of the Hawaiian Farmer, coming up the other stairway. We stopped for a few seconds, comparing notes. As we started moving again, I called out, “By the way, Lolette and I got married”.
A characteristic gesture of his, when someone said something he approved of, was a quick grin and a wink. He reacted with that and said, “I thought so!”
I never saw him or heard anything about him again.
* * *
Shortly before we left Halifax, a Canadian Coast Guard officer came aboard on some item of business. That completed, he sat in the saloon awhile, chatting.
As he left, he said, “I hope you folks have a bloody good trip”.
I knew that “bloody” was an adjective used by the English. Actually, it meant nothing more than “very”, but, in the context of our current situation, I tended to give it the literal meaning used in the United States. To me, that turned his good wishes into an oxymoron!
The North Atlantic Ocean
Our final destination was north Russia, but we learned that it wasn’t just a simple matter of sailing toward north Russia. We’d be zigzagging around on the North Atlantic Ocean and the Greenland, Norwegian, and Barents Seas.
In early May we sailed as part of a convoy going, not to Russia, but to Scotland.
The word “convoy” is commonly used to refer to all the ships in such an assembly. This is incorrect, and needs to be clarified to understand much of what follows in this narrative.
The merchant ships, which are in the center and, Armed Guard or no, are relatively poorly able to defend themselves, are what one side is trying to get delivered and the other side is trying to prevent by destroying them. They are the convoy.
The naval vessels which are arranged around and ahead of them are the escort. The head of the whole operation is the senior officer of the escort. He is the Escort Commander.
Convoys varied in size, but 25 to 40 merchant ships was common. They would be positioned in a wide rectangle, about four or five ships in a column. They would be spaced so as to allow room for evasive action to prevent collisions and to not present too compact a target for submarines.
Before a convoy was assembled and sailed, there would be a Convoy Conference held. It would be attended by the key people of both the naval and merchant components: the Escort Commander, his senior aides, the merchant ship Masters, the Armed Guard Officers, etc.
The merchant ship people would be briefed on our destination, expected problems, etc. Questions would be invited and discussed.
One detail always had to be settled at the Convoy Conference: what would be the convoy speed? Usually that was simple to determine. It would be the maximum speed of the slowest merchant ship in the convoy. Since a large proportion of merchant ships afloat in those days dated back to World War I or the early 1920’s, that was usually seven to eight knots.
At one conference I attended in Iceland, one Skipper said his maximum speed was seven knots. Another, the Master of a new ship, replied that his minimum speed was eight knots. The Escort Commander said he figured they could adapt and maintain formation. They did.
* * *
In those days, merchant ships did not yet have radar. In fact, it was just getting installed on naval vessels. So, the merchant ships in the convoy had to depend on visual contact, even when steaming without lights on stormy nights.
It was stormy during much of the time during this passage, particularly as we moved into the eastern part of the voyage.
We Navy people always manned our guns during the hour or so in the morning from the first blush of dawn until it was full daylight. And we did so again from about sunset (which we rarely could see setting), until dark. This was based on the theory that a submarine might try to close in while the poor light would make a periscope difficult to spot.
Sonar, a technique which uses sonic and supersonic echos to detect underwater objects (such as submarines) was also in its early stages of development, and only installed on naval vessels. So, again, we had to depend to a large extent on visual sighting.
When the day ended, the merchant ships would be well in position, forming a nice, neat grid. Come morning, they would be scattered all over the area, having had to pilot during the night “by the seat of their pants”, largely trying to avoid collision and unable to see the convoy pattern. Since it was stormy, maintaining an accurate heading on a course was difficult, which added to the tendency to wander out of position in the dark.
Because many of the ships had only a small speed capability beyond the convoy speed, it would take all day for the convoy to get back into formation, only to repeat the process the next day.
One foggy morning, manning my gun position, as the light brightened, I saw what appeared to be one of the Queens (the Queen Mary or, more likely, the Queen Elizabeth), in the distance. This didn’t make sense. The Queens sailed alone, without escort, depending on their high speed and zigzag courses for safety. They would not plot their course close to a major merchant convoy.
As light increased, I saw that it was a small vessel fairly close in. I’m not sure, but I thought I recognized it as the former Presidential Yacht Williamsburg, converted to an escort vessel.
Anyways, we had a very interesting voyage across, but were not attacked and in due course arrived in Scotland.
We entered the North Channel, between Northern Irelands and Scotland, sailed up the Firth Of Clyde and River Clyde, and anchored in Loch Long, downriver from Glasgow.
Nowadays I occasionally see loch Long referred to as a base form which American submarines operate.
A Brief Visit in Scotland
In the Glasgow area, the U. S. Navy office to which I had to report and from which I received much needed supplies as were available was the port Liaison Office, Gourock, The Clyde. Gourock is a village, also downriver from Glasgow and not too far from Loch Long.
The Clyde is a major maritime center with extensive port facilities, shipyards, etc. The great Cunard liners, such as the Queen Mary and the Queen Elizabeth were built there. Of course, with the rapid expansion of the war effort, it was then a bustling area.
One thing I noticed was that at places such as railroad stations, all signs which gave the name of the village were painted over. A stranger would very likely not know where he was or how to get someplace without asking. I was told that they had caught some German spies with this tactic.
The Europeans have a more matter-of-fact attitude toward bodily functions than Americans do. One day, on the central square of Gourock, I saw a young boy urinating into the gutter while an elderly lady, apparently his grandmother, stood unconcernedly by, waiting.
A Zag in the Zigzag
We were in Scotland for some two or three weeks. Then we were included in a new convoy sailing, this time, to Iceland.
The course from Scotland to Iceland lies just about due northwest. Our routine on this trip was similar to that on the North Atlantic crossing, but, as I recall, the weather was a little kinder to us.
We sailed past the south coast of Iceland, then north along its west coast and entered Hvalfjordur, some 36 miles north of Reykjavik.
Although the convoy was sailing as a unit, the ships did not all arrive on the same day. Hvalfjordur is a bay, several miles long. The merchant ships sailed, more or less in single file, to their assigned anchorages.
This was the evening of May 31. The official time of arrival at an anchorage is when the ship drops its anchor. We dropped ours a few minutes after midnight, so it was logged that we arrived on June 1.
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