Update May 2011
It's been a rough few years. I got Wegener's granulomatosis, a
disease that affects the nose, lungs, kidneys and other organs. It
took a long time for the disease to be diagnosed and if it were not for the
efforts of my loving wife, I certainly would not be around today.
I have had to endure a lot of
chemotherapy-type of treatments and there are certainly more to come.
I also am on oxygen. But at least right now I am able to get around
with a wheelchair and get out once in a while. I would love to come up
to Newport to see all of you, but given my current situation, its really not
I hope all of you have a great time at the
40th reunion and please take lots of pictures and update your profiles so I
can see what all of you are up to.
Biography for Lawrence (aka Mighty)
Quinn - August 2007
For someone who hated being told what to do (as you may recall), who could
believe that I would join the Navy? Of course, pressure from my
parents and a draft number of 32 played a big part.
So my life as an enlisted sailor began...
I may have been enlisted, but I’d be darned if I
would salute an officer! My payback came in Washington DC when a busload
of officers stopped in front of me and started to unload officer after
officer. All of my non-saluting ways was made up that day!
I also had the chance to “enjoy” life at sea during two Med cruises.
We also went through the Bermuda Triangle on our way to Cuba for sea
trials. We lost all communication, the waters got choppy, sky got dark and
it was pretty scary.
Sea trials was an experience too. My ship (USS Voge.... may she rest in
peace) could not hit the side of a barn! I was pretty embarrassed
until I realized that it takes pretty "good" aim to miss a
target as big as another ship. The gunners knew we would be heading
to Viet Nam and didn’t care how much our Captain got reamed by the
Admiral about our "poor" gunnery. Our sister ship did
great----hit the target every time....and went to Nam for a year.
When I finally got on shore duty, I spent my days at
the Bureau of Naval Personnel doing humanitarian hardship transfers.
One time they made me duty driver where I had to haul these officers back
and forth from the Pentagon.
One time a captain was going to a meeting about
making things better for sailors on sea duty. He asked me how it was and I
let it all out on him. He wouldn’t let me open the door for him when we
finally got to the Pentagon. (and I never was a duty driver
I also “took part” in Jimmy Carter’s
inauguration. Actually, too many sailors showed up, so they said I could
go back to work or wait for them to call me at home. You know what I
chose..... they never did call me at home but I made sure I watched
everything from the comfort of my living room so I could tell the guys in
the office how terribly cold it was standing along the parade route!
The stress of the job took its toll (besides having
problems with my pituitary gland) and I couldn’t pass my physical.
The doctor told me to get out and go straight to the VA to apply for
disability. Of course I didn’t, and continued to work as a contract
But eventually I had to stop working at age 30. That
was a real blow to the old ego, but you gotta do what you gotta do when
you have a wife and 2 kids to support. I think if it wasn’t for my
Irish stubbornness, I would have given up.
Now that I am doing better, I spend my days taking
care of the house and property, enjoy my pets and spending time with my
wife. We try to get away to the Florida Keys once a year to go deep-sea
fishing. We’re also planning our second trip to Italy. I figure you
better go when you can, cause I’m not gonna feel any better later.
Sorry I missed you guys at the re-union. Maybe next
time..... just remember to enjoy life in the present cause you don’t
know what tomorrow may bring.