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(excerpts) from RADM Karl J. Christoph, Jr., USN RET. ![]() I was surprised that I was allowed to stay with Team One. When I reported in I had a broken hand in a hard cast from playing basketball, and my first request was to be allowed a couple days off to study for the five-day promotion exam to LTJG that was coming up in two weeks. Not the greatest way to start out with a new command. The CO was OK with it, but Ted Fielding, the XO let me know that as far as he was concerned it was unsat! The one thing that I didn't include is how I happened to get transferred from Team One to Team Four in 1951, which makes for an interesting story. I had taken a bunch of guys to the pool at the Phib Base at Coronado for a training session. We had reserved the pool and supposedly had it to ourselves. About halfway through a young boy and a BM1 came in and during on of our breaks the boy started throwing our fins and facemasks into the pool. We were a little put out and told the kid to knock it off. Instead he continued. I went up to the BM1 and told him to get his kid and get out. He said he wasn't going to do it because it was Admiral________'s kid and he had been told to bring him over for a swim. I told him that was BS since I knew Admiral______'s kid and he was a LTJG that I had just flunked a year or so ago in an ORI. Not being an analytical thinker it never dawned on me that the JG might have a younger brother!~ With that I escorted the BM1 and the kid out. Well, that afternoon, the Admiral sent for my CO Kelly Welch, and myself. When we appeared he was livid and told Kelly that he never wanted to me set foot on his Phib Base ever again. So Kelly had no choice but to request BuPers to have me transferred. Thus several weeks later I reported in to Team Four. To add a strange twist to this tale, the Admiral's son, the JG, years later became a Vice Admiral, and he was the one who called to notify me that I had been selected for Rear Admiral! Warm regards, — K.J. Christoph, Jr. His
service in his own words: He was extremely proud of the fact that he was one of the very few officers who had command in all four elements of the Surface Navy: the Mine Force, Service Force, Cruiser- Destroyer Force, and Amphibious Force. RADM Christoph was an early pioneer of the application of computers to the shore establishment of the Navy, he was in the systems application division of the Bureau of Naval Personnel. As a result of this experience, he later spent four years in charge of all Vietnam applications of computers for the Joint Chiefs of Staff. One of his duties was to be sole source of the infamous daily body count in Vietnam. He served as the last chief of staff for Amphibious Force, Atlantic Fleet and the first chief of staff for Naval Surface Force, Atlantic. He also served as chief of staff, Naval Forces Vietnam in Saigon, Training Command, Pacific, the U.S. Readiness Command, and the Joint Deployment Agency in Tampa, Florida. He often complained that it seemed he was never going to be anything but a major domo and paper pusher since he was chief of staff to nine different flag and general officers. Christoph cont— [ top ]
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Christoph cont— Although he always considered himself first and foremost a Surface
Warfare Officer, or "ship driver," Admiral Christoph participated in
operations that would change the course of special warfare in the Navy.
Assigned to Underwater Demolition Team ONE in 1950, he was awaiting
training when the Korean War commenced. Since the team was short of
officers, it was decided to take him along rather than wait for the
training class to begin. He participated in commando type raids against
rail targets in North Korea before the Inchon assault. One night,
during a beach reconnaissance, Christoph was trapped behind a beach south
of Inchon. Most members of the team returned to the ship safely, but
Christoph had to work his way around the enemy before finding a shot-up,
half inflated, rubber boat, and with several others, escaped safely to
the USS Horace A. Bass. So confused was the situation that when he
returned to the states the following year, he found many of his friends
had heard he had been lost that night. [ top ] |