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2. I'm a little bit familiar with the "shellback" concept of those that have crossed the equator; any Shellbacks here? How do they know who has/hasn't gone through the "ceremony"?
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DP3 Perrone here
JC-Air America Member and Proud Shellback.
I crossed the equator back in Dec. '92 and it was a day to relax (for previous shellbacks) and humiliate the polywogs (those that have not crossed the equator). They used to use old pieces of firehoses to whip the pi$$ out of everyone. After the Tailhook scandal all of the physical violence was stopped.
If is was humilating and embarrassing they made you do it. Some of the stuff we did:
stand watch in our workspace and bang a dustpan with a broom and announce when a Sheelback entered the space.
crawled around the ship with underwear over our head that had a sock tied to it. we had to lean over and grab the sock from the guy infront of us.
they had a obstacle course of sorts on the flight deck and it was more humilation. blowing water out of the tie-down holders, climbing through slop and probably the worst was Baby Huey....They took the fatest sailor and you would have to take an olive out of his belly button. At the very end of the obstacle course you jumped into a huge tub of filthy water and when you came up, a shellback would ask you, "what are you. A shellback or a wog. If you answer a wog, it was back through the course again. If you answerd a shellback it was over. You basically stripped off your clothes and threw them overboard into the ocean. At the time I was on the carrier, there were no women so the naked sailors on the flight deck may have changed. If you were smart you had someone with some towels so you could get back to your berthing area with out flapping in the wind. I think it took a few days to get all the junk and stench off of you.
If you are on a ship that is crossing the equator, they can actually look at your prior duty stations and know if you have crossed the equator. I believe it may even be in your service equator, You also recieve an id-sized card and certificate that shows you have crossed the line as well.
Probably more than you wanted to know. I can bring my card to Network JC. Maybe we need a cermony of some sorts for Vegas.
when we crossed the equator, our XO was a polywog. It was fun to see him go through the same mess.