Happy Halloween Shipmates!!!
2020
Happiness Is A Belt-Fed
Weapon
Machine Gunners - Accuracy
By Volume
It's God's Job to Forgive
Bin Laden … It's Our Job To Arrange The Meeting
Artillery Brings Dignity
to What Would Otherwise Be Just A Vulgar Brawl
One-Shot, Twelve Kills -
U.S. Naval Gun Fire Support - Go Navy!
My Kid Fought In Iraq So
Your Kid Can Party In College
A short-haul shanty. Another popular shanty
among modern shantymen. It contains, in my opinion, the best two lines of any
shanty or sea song: “When I was a little boy my mother always told me…That if I
did not kiss the girls, my lips would grow all moldy.” The rest of the song
usually tells about the sailor’s adventures with women of different
nationalities until he finds one that’s “just a daisy.” I hope you enjoy …
Naow whin Oi wuz a little boy an’ so me
mother told me,
‘Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
That if Oi didn’t kiss the gals me lips would all grow mouldy.
‘Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
An’ Oi sailed the seas for many a year not
knowin’ what Oi wuz missin’,
Then Oi sets me sails afore the gales an’ started in a-kissin’.
Oi got meself an Oirish gal an’ her name wuz
Flannigan,
She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she pinched me plate an’ pannikin.
Oi courted then a Frenchie gal, she took
things free an’ aisy,
But naow Oi’ve got an English gal an’ sure she is a daisy.
Oh, King Louis wuz the King o’ France, afore
the revolution,
But the people cut his big head orf an’ spoiled his constitution.
Oh, once Oi wuz in Oireland a-diggin’ turf
an’ taties,
But naow Oi’m on a Limejuice ship an’ a-haulin’ on the braces.
Saint Patrick wuz a gintleman, an’ he come of
daycent paypul,
He built a church in Dublin town an’ on it set a staypul.
From Oireland thin he druv the snakes, then
drank up all the whisky,
This made him dance an’ sing an’ jig, he felt so fine an’ frisky.
Yiz call yerself a second mate an’ cannot tie
a bowline,
Ye cannot even stand up straight when the packet she’s a-rollin’.
From an old vet who see things from a
different perspective…
I am over 60 and the Armed Forces think I'm
too old to track down terrorists. You can't be older than 34 to join the
military. They've got the whole thing ass-backward.
Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys.
You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.
For starters, researchers say 18year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds.
Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than
28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky bastard is a
dangerous bastard. 'My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry.'
We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately
deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for a while...
An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10am.
Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell?
Besides, like I said, I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may
as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.
If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them.
In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would be easier for old guys… We're used to getting screamed and
yelled at and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for
guns. We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house,
away from the screaming and yelling.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course, however...
I've been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over
the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.
Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too... I've never seen
anyone outrun a bullet.
An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He's still learning to shave,
to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn't figured out that a
baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.
These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more
about life before sending them off into harm's way.
Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing
an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with
attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already
behind them.
HEY!! How about recruiting Women over 50... in menopause!!! You think MEN have
attitudes??
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God!!!
If nothing else put them on border patrol. They'll have it secured the first
night!
Okay… raise your right-hand no-no dummy your other right hand !!!!
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(US
Navy Sailor's Mail GIRL IN EVERY PORT 1940-46 Hand Written Letters)
"Norfolk - Sailors' Hell Hole" is a
complete and original magazine article from the 1950s on the vice and trouble
lurking in Norfolk, Virginia, for red-blooded American Sailors. Some great
photos accompanied the article including one of a burlesque house with a neon
sign for "Girlie Stage Shows". Sailors had no problem finding much to
spend their money on. "Joe the shitrag” had plenty of fun with small-time racketeers lining up at every
corner from snake oil salesmen to drug pushers and pimps. Norfolk could facilitate
all a sailor’s needs. From titty bars to saloons there were all the vices you
could handle.
(Norfolk Prostitutes, Alcohol, Girls, and Burlesque Shows)
In Norfolk, amongst the bars, brothels, and tattoo parlors they had a place called the Strip Tease Palace. It was the Gaiety Theater, a seedy burlesque house on the notorious East Main Street. It was a place where top-name comedians performed, but only as warm-ups to the real entertainers, the strippers. Seemingly all the young crackerjacks who were alive and breathing snuck in or tried to with fake IDs. And all young women were told by their mothers never to go near the place, but at least a few did anyway. Visits to Norfolk were on a seaman's budget where they were warned by Commanding Officer that the Grandby, East Main corridor were “off-limits!" It was before my day, but it must’ve been a sight to see for a young virtuous sailor who hadn’t experienced life past the boundaries of his own county fair. These are the places our no-shit Sea Stories are made …
We’ve all heard that generic name for a sailor
before … similar to “Joe Blow” or “John Q. Public.” Well here are a few
Schmuckatelli jokes for you to enjoy!
Seaman Schmuckatelli gets mail from home as it lies on his Chief’s table.
It says on the envelope "DO NOT BEND".
He spends the next 2 hours trying to figure out how to pick it up.
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Seaman Schmuckatelli is in the brig and a guard looks in his cell and sees him
hanging by his feet.
"Just WHAT are you doing?"
… he demands …
"Hanging myself,"
… he replies …
"The rope should be around your neck,"
… says the guard …
"I tried that," he replies, "but then I couldn't breathe."
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Another Seaman asks Seaman Schmuckatelli …
"Why do the divers always fall backward off
their boats?"
To which the Seaman Schmuckatelli replies …
"If they fell forward, they'd still be in the
boat."
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A shipmate told Seaman Schmuckatelli …
"Christmas is on a Friday this year."
To which Seaman Schmuckatelli replied …
"Let's hope it's not the 13th."
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Two Seaman Schmuckatellis found three grenades rolling around on the deck, and they decide to take them to the armory. The first one asked…
"What if one explodes before we get
there?"
… The other says …
"We'll lie and say we only found two."
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A woman in base housing phoned her neighbor, Seaman Schmuckatelli and said …
"Close your curtains the next time you and your wife are “fooling around.” The whole street was watching and laughing at you yesterday."
To which Seaman Schmuckatelli replied …
"Well the joke's on all of you because I
wasn't even home yesterday!
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A retired Seaman Schmuckatelli is in the bathroom and his wife shouts…
"Did you find the shampoo?"
He answers …
"Yes, but I'm not sure what to do... it's for dry hair and I've just wet mine."
There were sailors who go to sea drink and consort with women of ill repute. There were sailors who went ashore and occupied the first bar they saw for three or four days straight only to get carried back unconscious by their friendly shore patrol. Yes, there was sight-seeing and shopping and all of the ordinary things a traveler must do, but these pictures catch the other side of sailors … behaving badly underway. I hope you enjoy …
This one epitomizes “off-limits”
Ice Cold or Room Temperature …
Isn’t she lovely …
Nothing beats the local
entertainment …
Isn’t she beautiful …
Missiles Aweigh my Boys …
Before Political Correctness …
“Get into my Belly” ... Fat Bastard Quote
Sentiments …
Isn’t she precious …
Dark Alley Rendezvous …
GI JOE … (Greatest American
Hero)
This says it all …
(Fin)
At Quarters, a young boot sailor had
heard a lot of commotion about the nearest bar. So he asked a crusty ol’ shipmate,
"What's a bar?"
The ol’ Salt replies,
"It's a low lying navigational hazard, usually awash, found at river mouths and harbor entrances, where it is composed of sand or mud. On shore, it’s made of mahogany or some other dark wood and full of liquor and booze! Sailors can be found in large numbers around both."
Our featured Pin ups for October are the Bombshells by John Gladman. These beauties are striking in uniform and could make any sailor blush. The kind of gals most of you wouldn’t mind having as shipmates. I hope you enjoy …
(Fin)