The
Navy
A select
group of people …
Who can
sleep through the roar of a jet engine …
Inhale a
whole meal in thirty seconds …
And
shower under a water stream weaker than their will to live.
Yet
somehow take an hour to piss before liberty call.
After
enlisting …
They’re
guaranteed a lifelong nicotine habit …
The
instinct to start cleaning whenever they hear footsteps …
And an
aggressive distrust of anyone who actually enjoys being in the Navy…
Their day
starts when someone else decides it does …
And it
ends when they’ve mopped the same patch of nonskid so many times they start
seeing their ancestors in it.
Most of
their time is spent wondering if drowning would be preferable to another safety
brief.
They’ve
perfected the art of disappearing when work needs to be done …
Reappearing
just in time for chow, and getting away with both.
Because
no one actually knows where they belong anyway.
Upon
their return …
They’ve
morphed into people who instinctively cuss out inanimate objects …
Answer to
a six-syllable nickname no one remembers giving them …
And
consider, yeah, but did you die, a legitimate medical evaluation.
They
sacrifice birthdays, holidays, and every decent relationship they’ve ever had
so the rest of the country can live their lives without ever thinking about who
keeps them safe.
They
disappear for months at a time so some kid back home can argue that nobody
actually needs the Navy, while live-streaming from a platform made possible by
the satellites they keep running.
They are
a unique breed of men and women who can Gerry-rig a reactor with nothing but a
butter knife …
Debate
for hours over which deployment was worse, knowing the answer is all of them …
And still
find time to remind the Marines they’re technically in the Department of the
Navy.
So here’s
to the Navy …
The only
place a 12-hour shift lasts 18 hours.
A quick
task takes all day…
And the
answer to every problem is …
“Figure
it Out!”
May your
Chiefs be too busy to notice you …
Your
paycheck actually hit your account …
And your
next port call not get cancelled for operational requirements.
Hell Yeah!
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ReplyDelete48. Years ago today, was my 1-1 day!!! What a long strange trip it's been!!
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