USS ODAX (SS-484) US Service 1945-1972 Tench-Class Submarine (1945), Converted to Guppy (1947), Converted Guppy II-Class Submarine (1951)This site is dedicated to the USS ODAX (SS-484), the officers, and enlisted men who served on board during her career in the silent service.E-MAIL WEBMASTER Site Revision Date: 01-31-2018
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Memories of Charleston! by Charlie Killough
Hello my name is Charlie Killough
I was a Em on board the odax from 1962 until
1965. I have been wanting to thank a hero
that was on board during that time. This hero
was named Walker and at the time we were
low on Senior Controller man and even as a
chief he elected to stand watch as a
The Odax had a split cubicle the junior
controller man operated on the Portside and
the Senior operated from the Starboard side.
I can still remember hitting the engine air
shut off that was above the starboard
controller man head.
That day I was relieved by Chief Walker and
had retired to the after torpedo room to talk
to the torpedo man on watch. We had been
waiting for the dive alarm all my watch, and I
am glad the Chief Walker was on duty that
The Odax had been prepared for dive by MM
and the Diving Officer and a very grave error
had been put into the trim calculation and
after trim had 10,000 gallons to much in the
tank if you do the math that’s 80,000 pounds
heavy in the after trim tank. The dive horn
was sounded and we started down for what
could have been our last dive and the Odax
would have been on eternal patrol with the
I was setting on the starboard torpedo tube
loading table as we went on our dive as soon
as the sail started to go under we started to
go down stern first, I remember looking at
the torpedo man and I know we both had a
look of horror on our face. Then all of the
sudden you could hear the power being
added to the main motor the power was
removed and we started sinking again power
was applied and we made it to the surface.
I went to the maneuvering room to find out
what had happened. Chief Walker told me he
had applied the power without a bell from
the conning tower. Most of the crew was in
their rack and was never aware of the near
disaster we had just experienced that night.
I am not sure if I thanked him that night, but
today all these days later I want to thank
him for my life and all the other good men
that were on board that night chief Walker
was never recommended or punished for his
act of great courage that night and I have
often wonder why? I guess it quite simple
The officer would have been in great trouble
and the Captains of the Odax that signed the
I have searched my heart about that night
and I can tell you if I would have been at the
starboard control At that time I would have
not had the courage to apply the power
without a bell or orders from the conning
tower. We would all have perished that night
and still have been on eternal patrol and I
would have never seen our grand children
and lived a good LIFE .
SO ON THIS MEMORAL DAY 2010 I SAY TO YOU
CHIEF WALKER THANKS YOU FROM THE
BOTTOM OF MY HEART. O by the way L still
remember who was the diving officer that
I sure feel a lot better for getting this off my
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Ann Margaret and the Vietnam Vet! by a Vet’s
Viet Nam 1966
This is a story about a Viet Nam vet and Ann
Margaret as told by the vet's wife.
Richard, (my husband), never really talked a
lot about his time in Viet Nam other than he
had been shot by a sniper. However, he had a
rather grainy, 8 x 10 black and white photo
he had taken at a USO show of Ann Margaret
with Bob Hope in the background that was
one of his treasures. (photo below)
A few years ago, Ann Margaret was doing a
book signing at a local bookstore. Richard
wanted to see if he could get her to sign the
treasured photo so he arrived at the
bookstore at 12 o'clock for the 7:30 signing.
When I got there after work, the line went all
the way around the bookstore, circled the
parking lot and disappeared behind a
parking garage. Before her appearance,
bookstore employees announced that she
would sign only her book and no
memorabilia would be permitted.
Richard was disappointed, but wanted to
show her the photo and let her know how
much those shows meant to lonely GI's so far
from home. Ann Margaret came out looking
as beautiful as ever and, as second in line, it
was soon Richard's turn.
He presented the book for her signature and
then took out the photo. When he did, there
were many shouts from the employees that
she would not sign it. Richard said, "I
understand. I just wanted her to see it."
She took one look at the photo, tears welled
up in her eyes and she said, "This is one of
my gentlemen from Viet Nam and I most
certainly will sign his photo. I know what
these men did for their country and I always
have time for 'my gentlemen.'"
With that, she pulled Richard across the table
and planted a big kiss on him. She then
made quite a to-do about the bravery of the
young men she met over the years, how
much she admired them, and how much she
appreciated them. There weren't too many
dry eyes among those close enough to hear.
She then posed for pictures and acted as if he
was the only one there.
Later at dinner, Richard was very quiet.
When I asked if he'd like to talk about it, my
big strong husband broke down in tears.
"That's the first time anyone ever thanked
me for my time in Viet Nam," he said.
That night was a turning point for him. He
walked a little straighter and, for the first
time in years, was proud to have been a Vet.
I'll never forget Ann Margaret for her
graciousness and how much that small act of
kindness meant to my husband.
I now make it a point to say "Thank you" to
every person I come across who served in our
Armed Forces. Freedom does not come
cheap and I am grateful for all those who
have served their country.
If you'd like to pass on this story, feel free to
do so.. Perhaps it will help others to become
aware of how important it is to acknowledge
the contribution our service people make.
With global circulation ... this may even
reach Jane Fonda!
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battleships, spotless and clean. But stop!
Have you ever heard a word of life on a
I shall try to tell you the story, now that i
think i may. And am hoping that you’ll
hesitate ‘ere going your busy way.
In the cankerous mind of the devil, there
festered a fiendish scheme; he called his
cohorts around him and designed the
They planned and plotted to do their worst in
perfecting this awful thing; and since
completing their hideous work are awaiting
what evil it will bring.
I’ll try and describe this monster, that the
imps of hell have wrought; and when i’m
through, there’s still the fact i’ll have left out