Here’s another great one from the ‘Preacher’ that happened many moons agoooo… I hope you enjoy!!!
You mates put your TL29’s and multimeters away and sit right down; Preacher has a story and this just plain ain’t no shit! We pulled into Subic but the day before, they ran us down to the messdecks in relays and one of them Protestant Chaplains showed us a VD movie!!!
Then they gave us the story about not giving our wives or girlfriends a disease or bringing shame upon ourselves… yadayadayada… you know the story! So… the word gets passed over the 1MC for ‘Liberty Call’ and I’m all tricked out in a shiny clean set of trop white longs and off I go across the bridge!! I had a fine ol’ time at one place and then another (hadn’t really found a fave yet) but in this one club I was suck’n on a barley pop and happened to glance off to my left!! Low and behold… who did I see with a honey-ko on one knee and a honey-ko on the other with a shit eat’n grin from ear to ear?!? You betcha… The same Chaplain that gave us that Pep talk earlier in the day!!!
Just then he met my gaze and I gave him a big ol’ slow wink, then turned away and headed off as if noth’n had happened! The whole damned evening I was think’n about that instant and chuckl’n away to myself!! I knew no one would believe it so I kept my yap shut and never mentioned it!!!
Twe days later I went down to fresh’n up my mug and my squadron Chief came puff’n over at me…
“Hey Bradford… Chaplain wants to see you… on the double!”
To be honest… at the time I was afraid someone at home had answered to the ‘Last Muster’ and didn’t think of it any other way! So I hustled down to see what it was and it turned out the Chaplain who was look’n for me was the one I’d seen at the club!!
“Sit down son! I wanna talk to you!”
...Then he says…
“I’ve been hear’n great things about you… work hard, your shipmates like you… and you have good quarterlies! But do you know what your best quality is?!?”
... me puzzled…
“You keep your eyes open and your mouth shut! Your gonna make a swell senior PO one day!”
He gets up… gives me a big slow wink… (just as I had done to him) and slips something into my dungaree shirt pocket!
“Go on back to work, and have a good time on the beach, son!”
“Aye, Aye Sir!”
… And Off I Go…
Part way down the passageway I check my pocket and there’s a fifty!
Okay Lads… remember what the Great Logbook says…
“By the fruits ye shall know them!”
Nice guy, that sky pilot! And I never spoke his name in a negative light!! Hey Shit Happens Right?!?