Every once in a while Ol’ Preacher Owyn Bradford
sends me a good one I just can’t pass up! Now I was a West Coast Sailor true
& blue for Twenty-Three years!! Anybody ever stationed or TAD in
Sigonella?!? Here’s one of the Preacher’s
famous escapades in the Sicilian country side!!!
Now
shipmates this just ain’t no shit! No
Sirree, not at all!! One warm summer night when I was at NAF Sigonella with my
squadron, I got on the rickety little bus to Catania!! We stopped at the Stella
Azura for beers and pizza, then walked down to Tina Catwoman’s!!!
No and then
they had an exhibition, locals called it “exhibeesh,” with guys on girls, girls
on girls… you name it! You got a free
bottle of Peroni beer and after that they sold the stuff!! I was pretty much liquored
up and this one gal got me going on grappa!!!
For those of
you who have never drank grappa, think of turpentine, avgas, skunk vomit and
monkey snot all mixed in to one and I reckon that’s pretty gauddamned close to
the mark!!!
Anyways, it
was strong stuff… strong enough that the time between the fourth drink and when
I woke up with a blind’n headache is lost in the dim mist of time! Puked three
or four times, washed up, shaved my hairy face, and got over to the shop in the
morning!! Don’t ask how I got to chow in time… but got a Coke outta the machine
which was about all I could handle!!!
So there I
was mates, gingerly drinking my soda, and the Chief waddled out of his office,
saw me, arched an eyebrow, and gave me the…
“C’mere”
… finger
wiggle!!!
I walked in…
“Shut the door behind you and sit!”
So I shut
the door and sit! Chief takes a deep breath, grins, opens his desk drawer, and
takes out a little box and slides it over to me…
“Here, this is yours!”
I opened the
box! All gleaming and shiny, was a glowing set of Red Wings!
“What the fuck?”
… I
stuttered …
“I ain’t earned these Chief!”
His eyebrow
arches again…
“NO?!?”
He opens the
drawer again, gets out an envelope, take out four Polaroid’s and hands them to
me! Yep, that’s me!! And that’s Rosa
Maria … the fountain of Trevi but with ketchup, and I’m right down there
yodeling the ‘Red River Canyon!!!’
Chief takes
the pics back…
“Earn them you did, Lad! I ain’t gonna say what
came later! Chances are you don’t remember and maybe it’s better that way! And
say, you look like frigging hell! Why don’t you finish that Coke and take the
rest of the day off!”
Chief wouldn’t
give me the photos! Hell, he wouldn’t even give me one for a souvenir… wouldn’t
even sell to me either!! Say’s they’re
proof for a couple of good Sea Stories of his own… That Fucker!!!
And that ain’t
no Shit!!!