Coming into the Firth on our way to the Loch on one of those days you pray the RADAR doesn't die--fog so thick you can't see more than a few feet--and it does. I had worked on this RADAR for many years and within minutes I knew one or both of the 4PR-60's had gone bad, they were the electron tubes that made the thing work or not work. I told the captain that the problem was found, but we couldn't fix it as we had no more spares aboard. He said, "Chief, I order you to fix the RADAR." I told him, "It won't work without those tubes." He said, "Well do something, anything, make it work." I went over to the scope console and laid my hands on it and said, "Heal, Heal." The captain was not impressed and told me to go to the Chief's Quarters. He did not have much of a sense of humor that day--can't say that I blamed him, I wasn't having such a good day myself.

Gary Christensen

ETCM/SS USN retired

Blue Crew 1971-1973