Remembering Ron Smith TMM 2/c (SS)
b. 1925  -  d. 12 September 2008

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This page includes a collection of links to other pages that are either about Ron "Warshot" Smith  -  or they were authored by him.    All links (local and external) are shown further down this page.   >>>    CLICK
12 September 2008  Gill Raynor email:  "This morning at 6:15, Ron Smith rested his oar and departed on his eternal patrol" Link to Arlington Ceremony images by Roy Ator >>>  CLICK
The announcement and link shown above,  (plus the Keynote text below) are from  Don Gentry's
by Dex Armstrong

One loses all objectivity when writing about a dear friend and shipmate as Ron "Warshot" Smith was to this family and to submarine sailors throughout the world.
1944 - San Francisco
Ron Smith (Center)

Ron was a product of America's heartland, a section of the country known to produce sons who rally to the banner of national defense after war is declared.

Ron volunteered for naval service and volunteered a second time to serve in submarines. Ron Smith was not a shy or timid man. History tells us that the men of the United States Submarine Force sunk the most tonnage by far than any other element of our combined naval force and in so doing, suffered the highest percentage of loss.

Ron Accepted the risk and reaped the reward given the men who served far beyond the lines of established contact. In other times Ron would have been a powder blackened gunner on a privateer or swung a Viking axe on a longship. It was his nature. From the first time he singled up and took in lines and put to sea, he had saltwater pumping through his mighty heart. .

He was called "Warshot," the term used for combat rigged torpedoes. It was an apt nickname for the man for throughout his life he was an explosive man with deeply held opinions and rock hard convictions. Pound for pound there was more fight in Warshot than 98% of the remaining planetary occupants. Warshot would have taken on a Bengal tiger with an ostrich feather. 

He understood submariner's humor and mastered it. No one could pin the tail on your donkey faster than the little torpedoman of the USS SEAL.

He had the warmth and capacity of character to rub elbows with hobos and kings. He left concentric beer glass rings on tables with admirals and lower flats rats. He was as "at home" in the grand ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria as he was in a pier head gin mill in a rundown port. .

Over time, he became the enlisted boatsailor's face to America's public. He authored or co-authored two books; "Torpedoman" and "Depths of Courage." He appeared on numerous television historical programs to include productions on the History and Discovery channels. He was the submersible Bluejacket's ambassador to the population at large. He was the sterling standard representation of old Navy sailoring and a hero to those of us who followed in his wake. .

To understand his taste in lovely ladies all you have to do is spend five minutes in the company of Georgianna, his wonderful bride. .

Wherever my old shipmate is today, old scarred and dinged-up submariners are telling each other lies... ones told and retold hundreds if not thousands of times... they're drinking beer or tossing down shots... playing acey-duecey, shooting pool and patting barmaids in the vicinity of their unmentionables... they are dropping invisible quarters in old damn-near-worn-out juke boxes full of Glenn Miller tunes and laughing... most of all laughing.

Save me a rack in Hogan's Alley, Warshot, and sign me up for the twelve to fours. I'll be along shortly. Your shipmate misses you! .

-- Dex

[SubmarineSailor.Com thanks Robert "Dex" Armstrong for this keynote address.]

Ron "Warshot" links - Local and external
A WWII photo collection of of Ron Smith and crew members of USS SEAL SS-183
Submariners on the Internet Highway    Some thoughts expressed by the late Ron Smith on his re-connection to the Submarine Veterans Community, post WWII, and how the internet has extended and expanded that fraternal relationship.
1945 - A Washington D.C. Liberty    by Ron "Warshot" Smith      February 22, 1999
Kevin Mooney's Review of Ron Smith's book:  Torpedoman
Remembering Terry Nelon   A  D-Day memory  by Ron 'Warshot' Smith  June 06, 1999
The GLORIOUS 54      Posted on Ron Martini's SUBMARINE BBS by Ron Smith on 7 December 1997
WWII -The importance of sinking the super carrier SHINANO  A  follow-up comment on a submarine BBS by Ron Smith, a WWII Submarine veteran -- USS SEAL SS-183.   It gives further insight into this particular sinking. 
The story of the USS Seawolf SS-197 Memorial and the Dallas airport meeting that led to the formation of USSVI
Who is Robert Dex Armstrong?  >>> More than you probably want to know >>> HERE
Link to Arlington Ceremony images by Roy Ator >>>  CLICK

A posting by Bill Whalen on Don Gentry's BBS - 20 March 2009

Most of the other participants of the Warshot memorial ceremony have covered the situation very well.  I am grateful to have been there to honor one of greatest of the greatest generation.

I am also grateful to have met those who were there -- some I have come to know very well over the past few years.  But, I've found, it's just like on the boats -- you might not remember a steaming buddy's first name -- you might only remember his best sea story, or that he was a tall guy from Black Duck who could pee over a pickup truck hood, or that you can't remember his rate but you remember that he told a joke that made you blow milk out your nose -- that's only a little of what it was like over the past few days....

A few hours into one of the bouts of boatsailor madness, Olgoat came up to me and announced that he had an "epiphany".  Everyone within earshot stopped talking and stood by for the word from on high.  Then he looked around and said, "Hell, now I forgot what it was."

Well, on my return home, I have had an epiphany:

When (we) got to the Arlington grave site, everyone realized that the groundskeepers had just "aerated" the sod in that area -- there were chunks of wet dirt laying all over.  After leaving the ceremony, there was a lot of shoe-scraping.  Going into the O'Club for the reception, folks looked for a place to wipe their shoes.

Today I was cleaning up the (wife's) car after the trip, and as I began vacuuming the rugs I reflected on the dirt I found there.

Thanks Roy, thanks Ralph, thanks John -- even though you tried not to only track in even a little bit of dirt, there was some there....but it didn't bother me a bit...    this was some of the most precious dirt in our country.