Acronyms, Abbreviations, and Definitions
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One that is near and dear to my barely beating heart, due to old age and around 50 pounds of accumulated crud in the arteries is:
RTFM: Read the Frikken Manual (use whatever "F" word that makes your liver quiver with raw unadulterated delight).
There's a couple more that others within the cabal should be more than ecstatic about jumping in and providing.
RTFM: Read the Frikken Manual (use whatever "F" word that makes your liver quiver with raw unadulterated delight).
There's a couple more that others within the cabal should be more than ecstatic about jumping in and providing.
Though not applicable to this board I, the Mighty Obbop, still revels in the attendance at the training institute with the longest acronym these tired old eyes have peered at:
FLEASWTRACENPAC
Ten cents to dispense the cans of beer from the vending machines.
Free food. Thank you taxpayers.
FLEASWTRACENPAC
Ten cents to dispense the cans of beer from the vending machines.
Free food. Thank you taxpayers.
Fort Lauderdale Early Admission Star Wars Training Range And Centennial Exhibition National Park And Carnival?
Fleet Antisubmarine Warfare Training Center, Pacific
It's out in San Diego according to this website & Google Earth link
It's out in San Diego according to this website & Google Earth link
How about another naval term: ADCOMSUBORDCOMPHIBSPAC
And if you are a Ruskie:
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NIIOMTPLABOPARMBETZHELBETRABSBOMONIMONKONOTDTEKHSTROMONT
ADCOMSUBORDCOMPHIBSPAC
Hmmmm.......
Pac should stand for Pacific.
Phib should be amphibious ala gator freighters
Com is likely Command
Ord may be Ordnance
Sub.... hmmm submarine?
Ad.... Admiral doesn't fit and never seen that word use in a naval acronym.
HELP!!!!!!!!! Chime in.... let us decipher that cryptic acrony, ComCruDesPac orders it so!!!!!
Hmmmm.......
Pac should stand for Pacific.
Phib should be amphibious ala gator freighters
Com is likely Command
Ord may be Ordnance
Sub.... hmmm submarine?
Ad.... Admiral doesn't fit and never seen that word use in a naval acronym.
HELP!!!!!!!!! Chime in.... let us decipher that cryptic acrony, ComCruDesPac orders it so!!!!!
Administrative Command, Amphibious Forces, Pacific Fleet Subordinate Command
Looked it up on the net...
Looked it up on the net...
From littleknownfactshow.com
ADCOMSUBORDCOMPHIBSPAC is the longest acronym in the 1965 edition of the Acronyms, Initialisms, and Abbreviations Dictionary. It is a Navy term standing for Administrative Command, Amphibious Forces, Pacific Fleet Subordinate Command [Dickson].
Another acronym, PUMCODOXPURSACOMLOPAR, stands for "pulse-modulated coherent Doppler-effect X-band pulse-repetition synthetic-array pulse compression lobe planar array"
ADCOMSUBORDCOMPHIBSPAC is the longest acronym in the 1965 edition of the Acronyms, Initialisms, and Abbreviations Dictionary. It is a Navy term standing for Administrative Command, Amphibious Forces, Pacific Fleet Subordinate Command [Dickson].
Another acronym, PUMCODOXPURSACOMLOPAR, stands for "pulse-modulated coherent Doppler-effect X-band pulse-repetition synthetic-array pulse compression lobe planar array"
Thirty years of wear and tear on an already feeble brain may lead to errors but the general gist of the drift should be apparent and squids/swabbies/etc encouraged to chime in.
Enlist USN at the AFEES and started off as a SN and off to RecTraCom where I don't know if I was TAD or TDY or what but at least I was within CONUS .
Sheathed in clothing meeting every MilSpec known to man.
After 3 months off to learn the trade of a STG at FleAswTraCenPac to learn the intricacies of the AN-SQS 26AXR SONAR and the Mk 14 UWFCS .
Graduated as a STG-3 aka a PO3 which is a NCO and off to a DEG that was part of DesRon 23 at the 32nd street NavSta .
Reveled in the EM club and the well-stocked NavEx .
A layer of command arcing ever upwards all the way down to the Weps department. ComNavSurfPac was up there somewhere who was always wanting a sitrep or throwing more NBC training at us and assorted qualcoms with the divisional CPO and LPO constantly pushing us due to the XO and CO pushing them. RefTra was hardest on the snipes who inhabited the nether regions tenderly referred to as the hole .
After an immense amount of PMS off on WesPac we go, assigned to some ComCruDesPac admiral dude, assuredly a SWO , who agreed with another admiral heading ComSubPac that some ASW training would be fun for them and hours of relentless toil for us.
ComNavSurfPac got involved somewhere, likely just paper pushers. Never could quite figure out who was SOPA , especially with the distances between vessels.
Had trouble with the ship's engines and a tech from ComNavSeaSysCom was heloed out and he determined that the years of constant steaming off Nam during that "conflict" along with cancelled maintenance that could only be performed in a dry dock left us in a perilous predictament with unreliable boilers and other machinery. He wished us luck since we would need it and off he went.
As we approached Hawaii we met up with another destroyer and somehow a ComDesRon was in command of the mini-fleet of two itty bitty warships. Unsure if ComCruDesPac was jealous or happy since he could now go golfing and not have to think about us.
Later, when larger fleet ops commenced, the ComCarGru babbled at us over the taccom circuits, especially when the ping jockeys fired up the sonar and aimed a 1/4-million watts rms of sound at the admiral's carrier at 2 am.
Reaction time was slow, it took 3 minutes for sts comm to relay the order to "stop that #@$%! pinging NOW." Stop pinging aye. Pingers elated, all others not amused.
But, the lengthy unreps intruded. Guzzling gas from an AO , pulling over the heavy fueling nozzle by hand. Sweating under the blazing tropical sun. How we learned to appreciate the vertreps for non-liquid materiel.
CIC was also appreciated since it was one of the few places the A/C worked half-way decently.
After a day of DCPO work that cool air was mighty fine.
Contantly, we had to rush about, turning off equipment to ensure the proper emcom status due to the pesky Rooskie sattelites passing above or when sitreps disseminated from other vessels told of a Bear aircraft in the area or one of those snoopy Rooskie "trawlers" with an incredible array of antennae sticking out of it.
As predicted by the visiting tech, multiple casreps were transmitted up the coc . After arduous struggles to repair with various levels of success reported we received the typical Bravo Zulu and kept steaming westward.
Every 4 hours we performed the required BT drop and shoved the results under the radshack door, locked and only opened to cleared personnel. We always believed they had a babe and booze stashed in there.
Refueld from a MSC oiler and noted how rusty the ship was. Earning 15 times our pay we envied them until seeing they had no weps to defend themselves. Our appreciation for our AAW weps increased tremendously.
The MC1 blasted out the alarm... FIRE!!!!!
Eeeeeek.
Condition x-ray set as the fire team donned their OBAs .
PKP aimed properly and flames beaten back. But, being DIW led to relentless rolling and many exhibited the effects by praying to the porcelin goddess in the heads.
Another casrep crossed the ether. Hope it interrupted the golf game back at Pearl.
The OOD followed the OpLan and we placidly entered the NSRF at Guam in order to make our fire-prone boilers a wee bit less fire prone. Well, at least keep the fire inside its proper location. We hoped. And prayed.
While there we visited the NavMag to ensure we were carrying a full ammo load since our next stop was Vietnam where reports of the NVA storming south filled the constant sitreps .
Training continued relentlessly. Assigned to BAF and assigned an M-60 with two ammo carriers. 1,500 rounds of 7.62 mm NATO rounds. Ready to rock and roll should boarders need repelled.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My head hurts!!!!! We were awash in an ocean of acronyms and jargon and old salt lingo.
There was a flood of terms engulfing us.
And those words keep sweeping across my brain akin to a stampede of spiders.... crawling onto ME!!!!! Creeping inside the corpulant carcass of that which is Old Coot (tm).
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
/needs nap
Enlist USN at the AFEES and started off as a SN and off to RecTraCom where I don't know if I was TAD or TDY or what but at least I was within CONUS .
Sheathed in clothing meeting every MilSpec known to man.
After 3 months off to learn the trade of a STG at FleAswTraCenPac to learn the intricacies of the AN-SQS 26AXR SONAR and the Mk 14 UWFCS .
Graduated as a STG-3 aka a PO3 which is a NCO and off to a DEG that was part of DesRon 23 at the 32nd street NavSta .
Reveled in the EM club and the well-stocked NavEx .
A layer of command arcing ever upwards all the way down to the Weps department. ComNavSurfPac was up there somewhere who was always wanting a sitrep or throwing more NBC training at us and assorted qualcoms with the divisional CPO and LPO constantly pushing us due to the XO and CO pushing them. RefTra was hardest on the snipes who inhabited the nether regions tenderly referred to as the hole .
After an immense amount of PMS off on WesPac we go, assigned to some ComCruDesPac admiral dude, assuredly a SWO , who agreed with another admiral heading ComSubPac that some ASW training would be fun for them and hours of relentless toil for us.
ComNavSurfPac got involved somewhere, likely just paper pushers. Never could quite figure out who was SOPA , especially with the distances between vessels.
Had trouble with the ship's engines and a tech from ComNavSeaSysCom was heloed out and he determined that the years of constant steaming off Nam during that "conflict" along with cancelled maintenance that could only be performed in a dry dock left us in a perilous predictament with unreliable boilers and other machinery. He wished us luck since we would need it and off he went.
As we approached Hawaii we met up with another destroyer and somehow a ComDesRon was in command of the mini-fleet of two itty bitty warships. Unsure if ComCruDesPac was jealous or happy since he could now go golfing and not have to think about us.
Later, when larger fleet ops commenced, the ComCarGru babbled at us over the taccom circuits, especially when the ping jockeys fired up the sonar and aimed a 1/4-million watts rms of sound at the admiral's carrier at 2 am.
Reaction time was slow, it took 3 minutes for sts comm to relay the order to "stop that #@$%! pinging NOW." Stop pinging aye. Pingers elated, all others not amused.
But, the lengthy unreps intruded. Guzzling gas from an AO , pulling over the heavy fueling nozzle by hand. Sweating under the blazing tropical sun. How we learned to appreciate the vertreps for non-liquid materiel.
CIC was also appreciated since it was one of the few places the A/C worked half-way decently.
After a day of DCPO work that cool air was mighty fine.
Contantly, we had to rush about, turning off equipment to ensure the proper emcom status due to the pesky Rooskie sattelites passing above or when sitreps disseminated from other vessels told of a Bear aircraft in the area or one of those snoopy Rooskie "trawlers" with an incredible array of antennae sticking out of it.
As predicted by the visiting tech, multiple casreps were transmitted up the coc . After arduous struggles to repair with various levels of success reported we received the typical Bravo Zulu and kept steaming westward.
Every 4 hours we performed the required BT drop and shoved the results under the radshack door, locked and only opened to cleared personnel. We always believed they had a babe and booze stashed in there.
Refueld from a MSC oiler and noted how rusty the ship was. Earning 15 times our pay we envied them until seeing they had no weps to defend themselves. Our appreciation for our AAW weps increased tremendously.
The MC1 blasted out the alarm... FIRE!!!!!
Eeeeeek.
Condition x-ray set as the fire team donned their OBAs .
PKP aimed properly and flames beaten back. But, being DIW led to relentless rolling and many exhibited the effects by praying to the porcelin goddess in the heads.
Another casrep crossed the ether. Hope it interrupted the golf game back at Pearl.
The OOD followed the OpLan and we placidly entered the NSRF at Guam in order to make our fire-prone boilers a wee bit less fire prone. Well, at least keep the fire inside its proper location. We hoped. And prayed.
While there we visited the NavMag to ensure we were carrying a full ammo load since our next stop was Vietnam where reports of the NVA storming south filled the constant sitreps .
Training continued relentlessly. Assigned to BAF and assigned an M-60 with two ammo carriers. 1,500 rounds of 7.62 mm NATO rounds. Ready to rock and roll should boarders need repelled.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My head hurts!!!!! We were awash in an ocean of acronyms and jargon and old salt lingo.
There was a flood of terms engulfing us.
And those words keep sweeping across my brain akin to a stampede of spiders.... crawling onto ME!!!!! Creeping inside the corpulant carcass of that which is Old Coot (tm).
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
/needs nap
How about CRS
Digital Equipment Field Manual for VAX 11/780
FUBAR = Failed UniBus Address Register; I kid you not.
FUBAR = Failed UniBus Address Register; I kid you not.
I like the other definition of FUBAR better
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