Through an arrangement with the Port of San Francisco, when the Navy comes to town, they tie up at Pier 17, TCHO’s very own home port, so to speak. This year, we knew they were coming when they started putting up crash barriers and guard stations at the end of the parking lot. We just didn’t know what ship was coming.
Turned out to be the DDG-91, otherwise known as the
USS Pinckney.
In keeping with the food theme of our pier, the Pinckney was named after Cook First Class William Pinckney, who courageously rescued fellow sailors during an attack on the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise during the Battle of Santa Cruz during WWII.
The Pinckney is part of a carrier battle group stationed in San Diego. It’s four years old, and has never been to the Gulf, although lots of sailors have Global War on Terrorism combat ribbons. Its mission is anti-submarine, anti-aircraft, and anti-surface warfare. When I explained to my son that we wouldn’t be visiting a a Star Destroyer but a real destroyer, he was still excited and brought along his friend Daniel. That’s Orson below in the “Go Fire” teeshirt (after his soccer club Mersey Fire).
Amazing the access you have on the ship. Those square hatch covers are the rear missile array—as in cruise missiles, 64 of them.
Great views from the ship too. Past the aft copter pad is the Bay Bridge.
Hippies aren’t the only ones wearing tie-dye in SF, as this Ohio veteran can attest to. That’s a chain gun he’s looking at—spews lots of bullets, presumably at the kind of surface attack that caught the Cole off guard in Yemen.
And speaking of guns, Orson got to blast away at the Transamerica Pyramid (at least in his imagination).
While Orson was slaughtering San Francisco, Daniel was calmly running the ship from the XO (second in command) chair on the bridge.
Meanwhile, never let it be said that the USS Navy doesn’t live up to at least some aspects of San Francisco’s levels of political correctness.
Our ship came in
Through an arrangement with the Port of San Francisco, when the Navy comes to town, they tie up at Pier 17, TCHO’s very own home port, so to speak. This year, we knew they were coming when they started putting up crash barriers and guard stations at the end of the parking lot. We just didn’t know what ship was coming.
Turned out to be the DDG-91, otherwise known as the USS Pinckney.
In keeping with the food theme of our pier, the Pinckney was named after Cook First Class William Pinckney, who courageously rescued fellow sailors during an attack on the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise during the Battle of Santa Cruz during WWII.
The Pinckney is part of a carrier battle group stationed in San Diego. It’s four years old, and has never been to the Gulf, although lots of sailors have Global War on Terrorism combat ribbons. Its mission is anti-submarine, anti-aircraft, and anti-surface warfare. When I explained to my son that we wouldn’t be visiting a a Star Destroyer but a real destroyer, he was still excited and brought along his friend Daniel. That’s Orson below in the “Go Fire” teeshirt (after his soccer club Mersey Fire).
Amazing the access you have on the ship. Those square hatch covers are the rear missile array—as in cruise missiles, 64 of them.
Great views from the ship too. Past the aft copter pad is the Bay Bridge.
Hippies aren’t the only ones wearing tie-dye in SF, as this Ohio veteran can attest to. That’s a chain gun he’s looking at—spews lots of bullets, presumably at the kind of surface attack that caught the Cole off guard in Yemen.
And speaking of guns, Orson got to blast away at the Transamerica Pyramid (at least in his imagination).
While Orson was slaughtering San Francisco, Daniel was calmly running the ship from the XO (second in command) chair on the bridge.
Meanwhile, never let it be said that the USS Navy doesn’t live up to at least some aspects of San Francisco’s levels of political correctness.
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