Like the song says, Gareth...she came to get wood chippings...and yes it was Bunker C...


I was on the clean up crew when it ran aground there...spending three weeks in Coos Bay then another week in Newport when the bow section ran aground...when i was with Clean Pacific...which was at that time an arm of Crowley Marine...now I think it is just a part of National Response Corp....and then I sailed down for a few days on the CP Columbia...cause they were suppose to tow the stern out....but they obviously didn't so we sailed home...the easiest money I have ever made....getting paid to watch videos...read....smoking fags...or sometimes just steering the vessel along the coast...

I remember watching the helicopters hovering over the vessel...as they dripped napalm into the tanks...rather interesting sight...watching balls of liquid fire dripping down....sometimes we'd come across a bird covered in oil....and then we'd have to radio in to our crew bosses and they would contact some one else....to properly dispose of the corpse....

the bastards that reallypissed us off by getting in our way when we were trying to work...were the vultures from the local and national news crews....i got in a row with one fellow...a few of us were unloading trucks full of baged up oily sand and brush...and tossing them into dumpsters...so they could be disposed of...and one news person came along with his camera on his shoulder and getting in our way when we're trying to chuck the bags into the bin..i pushed the camera out of the way with my grimy oily gloves and he yelled at me...i yelled back...and it went downhill from there...