Jason (AR 8) - Naval Cruise Book

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CAPT Owen C. Martin, Jr. Captain Owen C. Martin, Jr., was born in Maben, West Virginia on March 13. 1937. He graduated from Kaiserslau- tern American High School, Germany in 1954, and re- ceived his Bachelor of Science degree in chemistry from Southwestern University on June 19, 1958. Following gra- duate work at Iowa State University and the University of Texas, he was commissioned an Ensign in March 1961. Captain Martin ' s initial sea assignment was in the Com- munications Department aboard USS HANCOCK (CVA 19). At sea, he also served as Engineering Officer in USS INGERSOLL (DD 652) from May 1967 to September 1968; as Material Officer for Destroyer Squadron Twenty- One from September 1968 to February 1971; as XO in USS PAUL (FF 1080) from September 1974 to April 1976; and as Commanding Officer of USS BREWTON (FF 1086) from November 1979 to May 1982. His shore assignments have included duty as Maintenance Plans Officer for the Commander, Cruiser-Destroyer Force, U.S. Atlantic Fleet, and as Planning, Programming and Budgeting System Coordinator in the Secretary of the Navy ' s Office of Pro- gram Appraisal. Captain Martin and his wife, the former Alicia Guerra, and their two sons reside in McGrew Point. Commander Secrest was raised in a Navy family as the son of a dentist and lived in several states along the eastern seaboard be- fore graduating from high school in Severna Park, Maryland, and entering the U.S. Naval Academy in 1961. Upon graduation he was assigned to the destroyer, USS NO A (DD 841) in Mayport, Florida, where he met his wife, Christie. They were married in Tallahassee, Florida in 1967. Subsequent assignments were as Chief Engineer, USS THOMAS J. GARY (DER 326) out of Key West, Florida; an in country tour in Vietnam as Officerln-Chargc of a Repair Detachment; a tour as Operations Officer and then Executive Officer at Naval Facility Cape Hatteras, N.C.; Destroyer school graduate in 1972; Chief Engineer, USS BOR- DELON (DD 881); Assistant Engineering De- partment Director, Fleet and Mine Warfare Training Center, Charleston, South Carolina; Officer In Charge, U.S. Navy Section, Carta- gena, Colombia, South America; First Lieuten- ant. USS CALOOSAHATCHEE (AO 98); and Assistant Chief of Staff, (Ship Training and Material Readiness) for Commander, Carrier Group Four In July 1982, Commander Se- crest completed SWOS PXO course in New- port, R.I., before reporting to JASON in Au- gust 1982 He, his wife, three daughters and a son reside in Makalapa. CDR David E.H

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Table Of Contents Commanding Officer - Executive Officer 4 A Love Letter To America 5 Jason ' s Departure 6 Yokosuka, Japan 14 Jason Wardroom V dj B. Admin Department MM ■ -JK Project Handclasp f ■L Jt Republic Of The Philippines Operations Department J§m Yokosuka Again m Repair Department iwy Kobo Orphanage ' 69 WestPac Stats 70 Engineering Department 72 Good-Bye Club Alliance 80 Medical Department 81 Snoopy Team 84 Dental Department V. mi 86 Chaplain ' s Corner 88 Supply Departmen t 89 Pusan, Korea 102 Deck Department 106 MCPOC 111 Sasebo, Japan Sports 113 . 116 Jason ' s Show Of Talent J 126 Aloha, Hawaii 128 Dedication 133 Photo Contest Winners First Place - MLFN Brian Valley Second Place - MRS Malinda Jones Third Place - MR3 Rick Anders

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t; A Love Letter To America en a person loves one person or one thing with ali their heart, they should say so .... This is my love letter to you, America. It is written thousands of miles away in a war-torn land of strangers. Suddenly, in my loneliness, I miss you very much .... And my heart is filled with gratitude for all the things you gave me. Thanks America. Thanks for allowing me to be one of your children . . . and for giving me green hills to roam when I was young, and a free, blue sky to gaze at on a lazy summer afternoon. You have given me so many things . . . When I was young, I had America ' s sun to warm me . . . America ' s snow to play with . . . and an American dream to dream ... I had America ' s mountains to climb, its rivers to play by . . and the magic of falling leaves on a crisp October day. Thanks America. Thanks for the proud pounding in my heart when I see the American flag flying in the breeze . . . and 1 thank you for the tingle down my spine when I hear The Star- Spangled Banner sung by the voices of free Americans. Thanks America For the heroes you gave me when I was young: George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Patrick » Henry, Benjamin Franklin and all the great men who helped write the history books of IK our land. Thank you America, for the great American legends that were mine the day I was born: The Alamo . . . and Concord . . . Gettysburg and San Juan Hill . The Maine and Normandy . . . Guadalcanal and Iwo Jima . . . and Pork Chop Hill. Thanks for Davey Crockett and Buffalo Bill and Kit Carson . . . and Plymouth Rock and Paul Revere and the Boston Tea Party . . . and the pioneers who tamed a raw frontier so people could live in dignity and freedom. America, thanks for so many things ... for the skylines of your great cities and the majesty of your prairies. Thanks for the tree-lined streets in all the small hometowns across our land. Thanks for the bright-eyed boys and girls to smile at . . . and the woods to explore . . . and for the tens of thousands of miles of highways winding across the plains, and the circling lakes and mountains. Thanks for allowing me to be born free — no need to bow to any one. Thanks for the right to dream great dreams . . . for the right to write a poem, sing a song, give a speech . . . unafraid. Thanks for the million lights that shine from American homes when dusk falls . . . and for the friendly smoke that curls from the chimneys of millions of American hearths . . . Thanks for the serenity of America ' s twilights and the promise of American dawns . . . Thanks for American autumns with crisp frost in the October air and the freshness of American springtimes . . . Thanks for the brisk winds of American winters and the full moons of summer nights. Thanks for Niagara Falls, the New York Yankees, the Rocky Mountains Mount Rushmore . . . and the Mississippi River . . . Thanks for the American parents who allowed us to grow up laughing . . . for teachers who taught us the magic of books and the importance of knowledge. Thanks for baseball games and Christmas Eves and Halloweens and Fourth of July parades and movie shows and high school proms. Thanks America . . . for allowing me to be one of your children. This is my love letter to you ... f '