Marine Veteran Remembers 'The Mouseketeers'

In November 1964, a Marine veteran remembers boarding ship in San Diego harbor for the Far East and “The Mickey Mouse Theme Song.”

U.S.S. Gaffey

(SOMERDALE, N.J.) - In our starched utilities and white wall haircuts, we all looked alike. A long green line of young men waiting to board ship.

For the Marines waiting to board the USNS General Hugh J. Gaffey (T-AP-121), the morning in San Diego had been unusually warm. In November, the temperatures averaged about 70 degrees. Today was an especially hot day for San Diego.

This day the San Diego weather man had got it wrong; it felt like 90 and even though the humidity was low, our utilities were soaked with sweat from moving the one seabag each of us carried, together with a set of dress greens, from one side of the narrow dock to the other. A warehouse and only twenty feet of dock separated us from falling into the harbor.

We had left Camp Pendleton by Greyhound bus almost four hours ago, loaded one of our two sea bags onto a dolly, watched dependents and others board the ship, moved our gear from one side of the narrow dock to the other and back again and now stood sweating in a long line waiting to board ship, the USNS General Hugh J. Gaffey.

This was November 1964. The first Marines ground troops into Vietnam wouldn’t go ashore until the following year. For now, both the Army and the Marine Corps used 20 year old former transports to ship replacements overseas. The use of military aircraft and chartered flights would replace slow ship movements in a few months as the need to bring replacements into Vietnam quickened.

The Gaffey was commissioned in December 1942 as the USS Admiral W. L. Cappss (AP-121). She saw service in the South Pacific during WW II. Decommissioned in May 1946, she was reacquired by the Navy in 1950 and placed in service by the Military Sea Transportation Service (MSTS) as USNS General J. Gaffey (T-AP-121). She was taken out of service in October 1969, and later sunk by a missile during an exercise off Hawaii in June 2000. The Gaffey was not a “luxury liner.”

There were no stabilizers to keep her steady during heavy seas. Rumor had it that Marines who became seasick and made it to the forward head were lucky to get out in several hours. Oh, and if you vomited, you cleaned it up.

We would soon learn that saltwater showers and powdered milk were the norm for most of the voyage. None of us complained about the sleeping accommodations, five-high bunks. Being on ship was a new experience, and we adapted quickly. But first, we had to get onboard.

The line of Marines stretched along the entire length of the former WW II attack transport, all 608 feet. We were in the sun, and that didn’t help. We were just in the way of dock workers and ship’s company who were intent on loading provisions for the three week Pacific crossing. Several hundred Army troopers had already boarded the ship.

Most of us were teenagers. We were part of a draft; replacements for the 3rd Marine Division and the 1st Marine Aircraft in Japan and Okinawa. With very few exceptions, the bulk of us were Marines just out of boot camp and Infantry Training Regiment. I was one of the exceptions.

A corporal at age 22, I had orders to report to the 1st Marine Aircraft Wing in Iwakuni, Japan. I looked forward to the tour in Japan, since I was scheduled for discharge after returning from Japan, or so I thought. Little did I know that the need for Marines in Vietnam would result in an involuntary extension and delay “my plans” for college after discharge.

The word from other El Toro Marines was Iwakuni was good duty. The liquor was cheap and there was no shortage of women. To say that I looked forward to the duty would be an understatement.

There were less than a handful of junior NCOs in the draft. We really lucked out. No extra work details for any of us. Maybe Corporal of the Guard, but we didn’t have to swab the deck, no mess duty or extra work details. Just keep your area squared away, grab a paperback novel and pick out a space in the aft weather deck or, for the more daring with extra bucks, get into the one of the endless card games with other Marines or the several hundred Army troops aboard the ship.

By now, the sun was more than uncomfortable. We could see several sailors aboard ship at the railing and what looked like dependents looking down at the long, green line.

I don’t remember who brought it, but in typical Marine Corps speak, but one of the Corporals in our group said, “This is bullshit Mickey Mouse.” That’s all it took. I immediately thought of the “Mickey Mouse Theme Song.” As kids, we had all watched the Walt Disney TV show. Most of us were in love with Annette Funicello, the best looking Musketeer. It didn’t take long for the entire draft to recognize the double entendre meaning of “Mickey Mouse.” This seemed like a good way to vent some steam and have fun, too. Taking a cue from our small group, one thousand Marines took up the Musketeer theme song in full voce:

“Who’s the leader of the club
That’s made for you and me
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E
Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there
You’re as welcome as can be
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

Mickey Mouse Mickey Mouse!
Forever let us hold our banner
High! High! High! High!

Come along and sing a song
And join the jamboree!
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E”

With one thousand Marines singing the “Mickey Mouse Theme” song in full voce, the tourists in the San Diego harbor stopped and stared in amazement, the ship’s company at the rails watched and laughed, the civilian workers on the dock stopped whatever they were doing. We were loud. Some of us couldn’t stop laughing.

The only one who didn’t appreciate the humor was the Marine Major in charge of the draft who stood in apparent disbelief on the forward weather deck of the ship. Within minutes, several staff sergeants were running down the entire line giving out boarding numbers to each of us. We were quickly hustled aboard ship. Who ever said Marines lacked a sense of humor?

Bob O’Dowd is a former U.S. Marine with thirty years of experience on the east coast as an auditor, accountant, and financial manager with the Federal government. Half of that time was spent with the Defense Logistics Agency in Philadelphia. Originally from Pennsylvania, he enlisted in the Marine Corps at age 19, served in the 1st, 3rd, and 4th Marine Aircraft Wings in 52 months of active duty in the 1960s. A graduate of Temple University, Bob has been married to Grace for 31 years. He is the father of two adult children and the grandfather of two boys. Bob has a blog site on former MCAS El Toro at mwsg37.com. This subject is where Bob intersected with Salem-News.com. Bob served in the exact same Marine Aviation Squadron that Salem-News founder Tim King served in, twenty years earlier. With their combined on-site knowledge and research ability, Bob and Tim and a handful of other ex-Marines, have put the contamination of MCAS El Toro on the map. The base is highly contaminated with TCE, trichloroethelyne