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An electronic copy (PDF) of the Shipmate Directory is available to all
  "ACTIVE" members via email from the HPRA president (email Link).

HPRA NEWSLETTERS   The January 2021  Newsletter is out. The next one is
                                       scheduled for early APRIL - 2021

The 2021 reunion scheduled for June has been postponed due to the ongoing pandemic. We are moving it to June 8-11, 2022. All information from 2021 holds true for 2022. The hotel and tour venues have agreed to honor our contracts. The reunion information page has been updated to reflect the changes.

("Underlined" items are usually links to articles or websites)

Robert L. Turman (54-59 BM3)
    Robert "Zeke" Turman passed away 13 April 2020 in Vinton, VA at the age of 85. Robert served aboard - 1954-1959 Hugh-Purvis (DD-709); 1960 ABBOT (DD-629); 1965 NS Guantanamo Bay, Cuba; 1967 Bordelon(DD881) 1969 McCard(DD822) and retired 1972. He was a Lifetime member of the HPRA.
"Fair Winds and Following Seas, Zeke."

The next HPRA Reunion is scheduled for June 8-11, 2022 in Milwaukee, WI
Information is in the January 2021 newsletter and is on the
"2022 HPRA Reunion..." page (Left column).
Stay tuned for further developments.


   The following slideshow presents group photos from HPRA reunions - 2006 through the most recent. This show was created using "Microsoft Sway." If you have any previous to 2006, send them in. You can use the "Contact..." link at the bottom of the page.



(Hint - Hugh Purvis)
    The following article is from "Uncles Sams Misguided Children."

   "Unless you’re a student of history, you probably are unaware of a major battle that occurred in Korea on June 10-11, 1871.  Yes, the United States fought Korea before the 1950’s. And 15 members of the force that fought there received the Medal of Honor for their part in the Battle of Ganghwa." A short story of "Capture the Flag." Read the full story here...


The resting place of Hugh Purvis

Hugh Purvis on the gunline, 68-69 time frame (2 views)
Photos provded by Bud May U.S. Army B Battery, 6/32 Artillery Liason Officer, in general support of the 9th ROK infantry Division (White Horse) in Vietnam

Model built by friend of Wayne Dupre


    This time of year is one of the busiest for scams and fraud dealing with Medicare and the IRS. They occur daily by both email and phone calls. They are similar in what they say...

"This is Officer John Smith of  from the IRS (or Medicare). There is a lawsuit against your social security number for your illegal activity."

The voice may be mechanical (robotic) in nature and the sentence structure will usually be poor; missing words that would be there if they understood english. Email versions are similar in nature including the poor grammer.

I have received the "Medicare call" multiple times in the past three weeks, 3 times in one day. I don't usually answer unrecognized calls, but there are times when i have to. Emails go directly to the Spam or Junk folder.

Please do not fall for any ot these scams. The IRS, Medicare or any other government agency will not contact you this way. To many have fallen victim and lifetime savingss have been lost.


    You are be contacted with an email saying "Your order on Amazon can not be shipped."  It will then direct you to a link that takes you to a very legit looking 'Amazon' page.   Here they ask you for your personal information - name address and credit card numbers to complete your order.
    This is a very clever and realistic looking SCAM..... let me repeat ... SCAM. Other versions of this also come from any company you might do business with.
    Please NEVER give anyone your information unless YOU initiated the contact.
    If Anyone Contacts You before,  during or after a purchase ... just Don't Do It ... Don't give them any info - Ever!


EMAIL - You don't recognize the sender - Send it to SPAM, or if opened, do not click on any links. Thats where the danger is. Send it to SMAN, do not reply to it. Do not "unsubscribe." This just verifies you exist.
PHONE CALLS - You do not know the number - let it go to the answering system.  If you know the caller, and when you answer, it is someone else, hang up. The caller is usinf number spoofing and is most likely from off-shore.



(Found on Facebook, author unknown)

I liked standing on the bridge wing or the 06 level at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds whipping in from the four quarters of the globe - - the ship beneath me feeling like a living thing as her engines drove her swiftly through the sea. 

I liked the sounds of the Navy - the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe, the syncopated clang of the ship's bell on the quarterdeck, the harsh squawk of the 1MC, and the strong language and laughter of sailors at work. 

I liked Navy vessels -- nervous darting destroyers (they were called 'tin cans' for a reason), plodding fleet auxiliaries and amphibs, sleek submarines and steady solid aircraft carriers. 

I liked the proud names of Navy ships: Bennington, Midway, Lexington , Bunker Hill, Saratoga, Coral Sea, Antietam, Valley Forge - - memorials of great battles won and tribulations overcome. 

I liked the lean angular names of Navy "tin-cans" and escorts - - Kenneth D. Bailey DDR-713, Barney, Dahlgren, Mullinix, McCloy, Damato, Leftwich, Mills, Stickell, Noa, Paul, Coontz, T.C. Hart, Glover - - mementos of heroes who went before us. And the others, light and heavy cruisers - - San Jose , San Diego , Los Angeles , St. Paul , Chicago - - named for our cities. Big battlewagons proudly named for our States - - Missouri, New Jersey, Iowa and Arizona. 

I liked the tempo of a Navy band blaring through the topside speakers as we pulled away from the oiler after refueling at sea. 

I liked Liberty Call and the spicy scent of a foreign port. 

I even liked the never-ending paperwork and all-hands working parties as the ship filled herself with the multitude of supplies, both critical and mundane in order to cut ties to the land and carry out her mission anywhere on the globe where there was water to float her. Underway replenishments were a thrill to watch and participate in while everyone helped stow needed stores. 

I liked sailors, officers and enlisted men, from all parts of the land; farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England , from the cities, the mountains and the prairies, from all walks of life. I trusted and depended on them as they trusted and depended on me - for professional competence, for comradeship, for strength and courage. In a word, they were "shipmates"; then, now, and forever. 

I liked the surge of adventure in my heart, when the word was passed: "Now set the special sea and anchor detail - all hands to quarters for leaving port," and I liked the infectious thrill of sighting home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting pier side. 

I loved the sound of "Flight Quarters" over the 1MC, and the smells and sounds of the launch and recovery of aircraft. The continuous ballet of a flight deck in action is an awesome thing to see. Does it get any better than a big aircraft carrier defending America's freedom? 

The work was hard and dangerous; the going rough at times; the parting from loved ones painful, but the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the "all for one and one for all" philosophy of the sea was ever present. 

I liked the serenity of the sea after a day of hard ship's work, as flying fish flitted across the wave tops and sunset gave way to night. 

I liked the feel of the Navy in darkness -- the masthead and range lights, the red and green navigation lights and stern light, the pulsating phosphorescence of radar repeaters - they cut through the dusk and joined with the mirror of stars overhead. And I liked drifting off to sleep lulled by the myriad noises large and small and the rocking from side to side that told me my ship was alive and well, and that my shipmates on watch would keep me safe. 

I liked quiet midwatches with the aroma of strong coffee -- the lifeblood of the Navy permeating everywhere. 

And I liked hectic watches when the exacting minuet of haze-gray shapes racing at flank speed kept all hands on a razor edge of alertness. 

I liked the sudden electricity of "General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battle stations," followed by the hurried clamor of running feet on ladders and the resounding thump of watertight doors as the ship transformed herself in a few brief seconds from a peaceful workplace to a weapon of war -- ready for anything. 

• And I liked the sight of space-age equipment manned by youngsters clad in dungarees and sound-powered phones that their grandfathers would still recognize. 

I liked the traditions of the Navy and the men and women who made them. I liked the proud names of Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John Paul Jones and Burke. A sailor could find much in the Navy: comrades-in-arms, pride in self and country, mastery of the seaman's trade. An adolescent could find adulthood. 

In years to come, when sailors are home from the sea, they will still remember with fondness and respect the ocean in all its moods - the impossible shimmering mirror calm and the storm-tossed green water surging over the bow. And then there will come again a faint whiff of stack gas, a faint echo of engine and rudder orders, a vision of the bright bunting of signal flags snapping at the yardarm, a refrain of hearty laughter in the wardroom and chief's quarters and mess decks. 

• Gone ashore for good they will grow wistful about their Navy days, when the seas belonged to them and a new port of call was ever over the horizon. 

• Remembering this, they will stand taller and say, " I WAS A SAILOR ONCE AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN. " (CTTO) 

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