BT3 John Crego

Being a BT of course meant that you were hot most of the time. Then on top of that The Joey decides to steam to all the hot places on the planet. Africa, Saudi Arabia, etc. etc. Our only recourse was to have a nice friendly water fight once in a while. There was a guy, FN Borrell that was kind of a tough guy. You know, always had to have the upper hand in most situations. He would set up this Rube Goldberg thing with string wound through the steam lines with a cup of water balanced over the rag can in front of the gauge board where everyone sat on watch. Then he could go to wherever he had the other end of the string, pull it and ‘dowse yer’ ass’. Now, he HATED to get dowsed. He and I got into a bit of a water fight one day, and I was getting the best
of him. I got his hat wet and that was a definite no, no. He ran into the escape trunk on the lower level long enough to ring out his hat. That was my chance. I was on the second level and whoever was in the control booth waved me in and lo and behold, they had a shit can full of water in there. They opened the escape trunk door and I walked in with my shit can full of water and there he was, right below me ringing out his hat. He never saw it coming. SPLOOSH! Direct hit dead on top of his head just as he puts his hat back on his head. He screamed, “YOU’RE DOWSED, MOTHER FUCKER, YOU’RE DOWSED!!!!” He was furious. Of course you know this means war.