As a small
child, I remember my father, a Navy officer, taking our family to the piers…
"Look
at all the pretty boats, Daddy!"
… I
exclaimed …
"Ships, Tara," he corrected me. "These are ships, not boats!"
"Ships, Tara," he corrected me. "These are ships, not boats!"
Through the
years, I'd tease my father with the same comment, and he'd always reply…
"Ships,
Tara, ships!"
Eventually, I married a new ensign who faced a year of training before he was assigned to a fast-attack submarine. One day, when he strolled up our front walk with a grin, I knew he had received his first orders.
Eventually, I married a new ensign who faced a year of training before he was assigned to a fast-attack submarine. One day, when he strolled up our front walk with a grin, I knew he had received his first orders.
"So to
what ship are you assigned?"
… I asked …
His smile turned quickly into a frown…
His smile turned quickly into a frown…
"Boat,
Tara!" he said. "Submarines are boats!"
Subs are boats!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas, Dan.
Yep, terminology!
ReplyDeleteMy father a Senior Chief always said “Son, a boat can fit on a ship but a ship can’t fit on a boat.”. I told my kids that all the time also. They always hated it but they sure as hell remember it. LOL
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