I was a Marine, but I spent a great deal of time aboard Navy ships, and this rings very true to me. Brings backs some memories, as I am sure it will for other old Sailors and Marines out there. This was sent to me by a friend.
This photo is my father, in the Pacific Theater in 1944.
This is me, Beirut, Lebanon October 1983.
A bit of introspection from an "older" sailor.
A sailor will walk 10 miles in a freezing rain to get a beer, but complain mightily about standing a 4 hour quarterdeck watch on a beautiful, balmy spring day.
A sailor will lie and cheat to get off the ship early and then will have no idea where he wants to go.
Sailors are territorial. They have their assigned spaces to clean and maintain. Woe betide the shipmate who tracks through a freshly swabbed deck.
Sailors constantly complain about the food on the mess decks, while concurrently going back for second or third helpings.
Some sailors have taken literally the old t-shirt saying that they should “Join the Navy. Sail to distant ports. Catch embarrassing, exotic diseases.”
After a sea cruise, I realized how much I missed being at sea. We are now considering a Med cruise visiting some of my past favorite ports. Of course I’ll have to pony up better than $5,000 for the privilege. To think, Uncle Sam actually had to pay me to visit those same ports 50 years ago.
You can spend two years on a ship and never visit every nook and cranny or even every major space aboard. Yet, you can know all your shipmates.
Campari (Italian liqueur considered an aperitif) and soda taken in the warm Spanish sun is an excellent hangover remedy.
E5 is the almost perfect military pay grade. Too senior to catch the crap details, too junior to be blamed if things go awry.
Good advice: Never be first, never be last, and never volunteer for anything.
Almost every port has a “gut.” An area teeming with cheap bars, easy women, and partiers. Kind of like Bourbon St., but with foreign currency.
If the Guardia Civil tell you to “Alto,” you’d best halt, right now. Same goes for the Carabinieri, gendarmes, and other assorted police forces. If you don’t obey the order you could easily find yourself in that port’s hoosegow. Or shot.
Contrary to popular belief, Chief Petty Officers do not walk on water. They walk just above it.
Sad but true, when visiting even the most exotic ports of call, some sailors only see the inside of the nearest pub.
Also under the category of sad but true, that lithe, sultry Mediterranean beauty you spent those wonderful three days with and have dreamed about ever since, is almost certainly a grandmother now and buying her clothes from Omar the Tent Maker.
A sailor can, and will, sleep anywhere, anytime.
Yes, it’s true, --it does flow downhill.
In the traditional “crackerjack” uniform you were recognized as a member of United States Navy, no matter what port you were in. Damn all who want to eliminate or change that uniform.
Most sailors won’t disrespect a shipmate’s mother. On the other hand, it’s not entirely wise to tell them you have a good looking sister.
If you can at all help it, never tell anyone that you are seasick.
Check the rear dungaree pockets of a sailor. Right pocket a wallet. Left pocket a book.
The guys who seemed to get away with doing the least, always seemed to be first in the pay line and the chow line.
General Quarters drills and the need to evacuate one’s bowels often seem to coincide.
Speaking of which, when the need arises, the nearest head is always the one which is secured for cleaning.
Three people you never screw with: the doc, the paymaster, and the ship’s barber.
In the summer, all deck seamen wanted to be signalmen. In the winter they wanted to be radarmen.
Do snipes ever get the grease and oil off their hands?
Never play a drinking game which involves the loser paying for all the drinks.
There are only two good ships: the one you came from, and the one you’re going to.
Whites, coming from the cleaners -- clean, pressed and starched -- last that way about 30 microseconds after donning them. The Navy dress white uniform is a natural dirt magnet.
Sweat pumps operate in direct proportion to the seniority of the official visiting.
Skill, daring, and science will always win out over horseshit, superstition, and luck.
We train in peace so that in time of war the greater damage will be upon our enemies and not upon ourselves.
"Pride and professionalism" trumps "Fun and zest" any day.
The shrill call of a bosun's pipe still puts a chill down my spine.
Three biggest lies in the Navy: We're happy to be here; this is not an inspection; we're here to help.
Everything goes in the log.
Rule 1: The Captain is always right. Rule 2: When in doubt refer to Rule 1.
A wet napkin under your tray keeps the tray from sliding on the mess deck table in rough seas, keeping at least one hand free to hold on to your beverage.
Never walk between the projector and the movie screen after the flick has started.
A guy who doesn't share a care package from home is no shipmate.
When transiting the ocean, the ship's chronometer is always advanced at 0200 which makes for a short night. When going in the opposite direction, the chronometer is retarded at 1400 which extends the work day.
If I had to do it all over again, I would. TWICE!
When I sleep, I often dream I am back at sea.
Good shipmates are friends forever
When asked, what I did to make my life worthwhile, I respond with a great deal of pride and satisfaction . . .
"I served a career in the United States Navy.”
Between 1971 and 1986 I did floats, exercises, dets, or staff tours aboard these ships. Some for as short as two weeks, some for as long as 6 months.
LST 1180 USS Manitowoc
AD38 USS Puget Sound
USS Barnstable County LST 1197
USS Raleigh LPD 1
USS Iwo Jima LPH 2