I was
talking with a good ol’ shipmate friend today I hadn’t seen in something close
to thirty years! We were shoot’n the mess about all the sorts of crazy shit we
used to do and get away with. Man we
were some good Darwinians weren’t we? There must’ve been some strong selective
pressures for stupidity, because we were running the towering circus maximus of
grandstands when it came to idiocrasy!
I
remember going to medical so many times for bumps, bruises, contusions, piss’n
funny colors and hangovers … The friendly Doc on the Chucky ‘V’ was real
generous with that ‘IV’ Drip and plenty of 800 Mg vitamin “M.” They always told us,
“Drink
plenty of fluids, take these 800mg Motrin pills and change your socks.”
“Change
my socks, why for?!?”
“Because they
can stand up on their own next to the nudie mag you got tucked in your coverall
pocket!”
With all
our dumb exploits, the Corpsmen could cure all sorts of diseases with Motrin.
Sometimes they would douse you with chicken blood, mutter some voodoo mumbo
jumbo, and perform an exorcism on you … but it was the Motrin that did the
trick. It was the cure-all, be-all for pain, injury, illness and ferocious
bouts of hurt feelings.
I got a
bump on my nogg’n once. Didn’t do
nothing out of the ordinary, just put my dirty underwear under another shipmate’s
mattress and accused him of stealing them … somehow you get a lot of bumps on
your nogg’n playing games like that! We were always doing stuff … especially
when coming back off of liberty a 0100 hours and waking up the walrus
sing-a-long in the berthing. You know sometimes I would get the sudden urge to
run around naked while flossing a white towel between my legs letting out the
ol’ war cry about group butt sex or some other outrageous howling noise to
provoke shock value.
“What the
hell is all that racket? You know it’s 0100 in the gauddamned morning?”
There three
or four of us are butt nekkit doing a Native-American Moon Dance in the middle
of the cruise lounge screaming like scalded dogs as the demon alcohol would strike
again!
“You sons-a-bitches
need to put some pants on and go to bed!”
“Oh come
on Petty Officer Umpty Squat … we’re just having some fun!”
“Yeah, you shipwrecks
look like a bunch of bare ass naked Flinstones having a Gay-old-time screaming
like gutted banshees with your wankers dangling all about the gauddamned place!
Now engage your brains and go to bed … sleep it off … or I’m gonna be on your
ass like a fat kid on a smartie!”
“You ain’t
gotta hair on your ass!”
“Try me
shipwreck!”
You could
tell he wasn’t kidding around with all that spittle coming out of his mouth and
his eyes red with fire. Our First Class was of sterling character and strict
Christian principles. He’d whip you with a yardstick like Sister Mary from the
Nunnery if you got too far out of line.
And that
was just some of the fun we had in our nautical youth! Dumb, Dumby and Dumber …
it’s a miracle I tell you that I’m still alive to talk about it. As much as we
hated it, I sure do miss it. It kind of goes with that ol’ saying …
“Yesterday
sucked, today sucks, tomorrow is going to suck, and this seems to be a pretty
solid forecast for the rest of my enlistment.”
After
twenty-three years in the ol’ Canoe Club, I remember it well … and I stayed to
the bitter end!!!
I still remember going out on a night of drinking where my entire div. got banned from Texas street in Pusan, and a buddy of mine pissed all over the 5 sacks of clean laundry for the div.
ReplyDeleteGood times!!
True Story: Little Background I was working at ASD Norfolk as a Supply Technician after I respectfully Retired. On this particular Morning instead of my normal Greetings of Good Morning Shipmate I greeted one Particular Sailor with Good Morning Ship Wreck.. Well that Sailor came to my cubby 5 minutes Later to tell me that they were Offended by me Calling them Ship Wreck. I looked at this person in Disbelief thinking it was a joke But They were Serious..
ReplyDeleteSo This is the New Navy and I Never uttered another word to sailor snowflake.