I,
Top Gun, in lieu of going to prison, swear to sign away four years of my life
to the United States Navy because I want to hang out with Marines without
actually having to BE one of them, because I thought the Air Force was too
"corporate," and because I thought, "Hey, I like to swim...Why
not?"
I promise to wear clothing that went out of style in 1976 and to have my name
stenciled on the butt of every pair of pants I own. I understand that I will be
mistaken for the Good Humor man during the summer, and for the Waffen SS during
the winter. I will strive to use a different language than the rest of the
English-speaking world, using words like "deck, bulkhead, cover, and
head," when I really mean "floor, wall, hat, and toilet." I will
take great pride in the fact that all Navy acronyms, ranks and insignia, and
everything else for that matter, are completely different from the other
services and make absolutely no sense whatsoever.
I will muster (whatever that is) at 0700 hours every morning unless I am buddy-buddy
with the Chief, in which case I will show up around 0930 hours.
I vow to hone my coffee cup handling skills to the point that I can stand up in
a kayak being tossed around in a typhoon and still not spill a drop.
I consent to being promoted and subsequently busted at least twice each fiscal
year. I realize that, once selected for Chief, I am required to submit myself
to the sick, and quite possibly illegal, whims of my new-found
"colleagues." So help me Neptune.
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So help me God!
ReplyDeletelove it!!
ReplyDeleteSo true, but still worth doing again.
ReplyDeleteTotally worth it. Especially that "selected for Chief" part.
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