©2007 Ed Book

I once served in the Navy... so many years ago that it seems it was a different lifetime or dream recalled. Between a year+ of electronics schools and another year+ of nuclear propulsion schools I spent a few months here and there aboard a few ships working as an Electronics Technician. One of the jobs given to the newbies was go out on the yardarms to repair antenna that lived in that rare air out there. I had a problem with it though.

Although I loved getting high (physically), until that point in time, I had an intense fear of heights. Climbing the stairs of a fire tower, after a few stories, my feet would refuse to allow me to lift them to the next stair-tread, my fingers would grip the handrail so tightly that they would cramp. I could only loosen their grip if I was backing down.

When given the chore to go aloft, I told of my fear and was told to take my time and use multiple safety lines and just do it. I was always game for trying... I put on three sets of safety lines and went aloft... I spent hours up there on the mast trying to get the courage to go out on the yardarm where the antenna I was to repair snickered at me. I couldn't do it and climbed down. My chief was understanding and said I could try again the next morning... I did, and again I failed but at least I enjoyed the view and the welcome breeze in the June heat. The third day, I tried again and inch at a time I conquered that yardarm. I got out there by not looking down. Luckily the ship didn't move and the wind didn't blow the man down.

After the work was complete, I looked down... no big deal, I was so high on my accomplishment and the fact that I was so physically high that the ground appeared as if I was in a low flying airplane.

I should mention that the ship I was on was the aircraft carrier USS America in the shipyard in Portsmouth, VA and the yardarm I had navigated was 250 feet up. The following few days the shipyard put up scaffolding to the top of the mast so it could be painted and the job would have been much easier... My chief had been both messing with me and giving me confidence. My division was the owner of the mast and all the electronic equipment - communications and radar antenna and we had to paint it all too. Almost everyone in my division refused to do the high work and I volunteered. I spent the summer aloft in the cool breeze with a view and a few friends... Our chief was afraid to go aloft himself to check on us so when the job was finished, we lingered a few more weeks till they took down the scaffolding... When the scaffolding was in place I didn't feel the need for a safety line let alone the three that I started with. Remind me sometime to tell of the time we dropped a five gallon bucket of redlead paint onto the flight deck from up there... and what we painted on the top of the TACAN raydome at the top of the mast that only the helo pilots could read. and what we left up there as a pennant on the lightning rod... bad boy

after that, I had no problems with heights till I fell forty feet while rock climbing.

Peace