I was a non-qual 3rd class A-ganger mess cooking onboard the USS Queenfish.
We had just started getting ready for the evening meal so I figured I would use the head before the rush started.
I walked to the head and my Chief was standing outside the door with several other Auxiliary men
discussing the problem with clogged pipes and how to solve it.
You know what is coming next...
Since they needed 4 people and I was an a-ganger knub,
I was shang-hi'ed into sitting on a bucket (yes one of the small 1 gal buckets so familiar during field day).
Along with a couple other junior a-gangers, myself, and one 2nd class, who got the bigger 5 gal bucket
WE got to help blow the san tank INBOARD to clear the line.
After pressurizing the tank to 10 pounds, then 25 pounds, the Chief says screw it lets get this done
and says to the 1st class "Spaghetti Eddie", pressurize to 100 psi and we will just burp it.
Yeah right!
Not easy to hold down 100 psi with a little bucket.
We did, but the 2nd class decides to bail and lets go of the bucket and runs out of the head.
The term 10 pounds of s*** in a 5 pound sack is an understatement of what hit the overhead.
The other 3 of us were covered as was the head. (the 2nd class was nice enough to close the door behind himself as he ran out though)
In the end the pipes were cleared (a contact lens case some Sonar tech dropped), and needless to say I did not help serve the meal that evening.