OK. We made it through new construction and entered our seatrials.
Adm. Hyman Rickover rode every new boat on it's first sea trial. We were
no different. I'm sure it was the only times he ever got anything like
peace and quite. Here we are in Long Island Sound.
Our first test depth dive was aborted because the packing
gland seal around the number two 'scope began leaking. We tied rags around
the barrel to try and keep the water from spraying all over control. We
surfaced and went back to EB for repairs. When we finally got to do our
test depth dive the old girl moaned and groaned.
Pop rivets flew everywhere. The plates in the overhead in
the crewsmess were bowing. The sound of pop rivets was like machine gun
fire as we approached test depth. The little partition bulkhead back by
the storeroom and freezer was bent about 4" to port. I had several pop
rivets that lived in the overhead over my bunk in the bow compartment.
Every time we would be at periscope depth and begin to roll these would
travel from one location to another, back and forth, back and forth.
When we surfaced and returned to EB we all just stood there
and looked at what use to be our nice smooth hull, now all rippled. You
could see where each frame was inside the boat where the skin wasn't over
a free flood area.