More enforced "Dixieland" aboard the ship. Scratch is peeking out from his tuba; since Frank on his clarinet was standing right next to me, I couldn't get a better angle, but it's still a cool photo. Doug looks like he's not using music, but that's not exactly the case, as he put it down on something where he could still see it. As I recall, this was a very fun cruise, but not because of being randomly being ordered to play Dixieland by some officer who thought we ought to provide a reason for our existence aboard ship.
We visited various Caribbean islands as well as, likely, Venezuela and Columbia. Since this was during the time of the Contras in Nicaragua, also very likely was the probability of covert ops being conducted by the UDT SEAL team, who were berthed right along with us and the Marines. They were killers, who in addition to telling us stories about how they blew up trucks with C4 explosives while on acid, and eating each other's puke at a bar one time when they were out partying with us, liked to hang out with the band. The problem was that they just couldn't keep up with us in the partying department.