Any of you old rapscallions back in the day ever
find yourself in line for the short-arm inspection? There’s a reason Corpsmen were
known as "Pecker Checkers" or “Penis Machinists.”
The
crew I hung out with back in the day, well we were a rollicking bunch of happy-go-lucky
man whores! Meeting girls in every bar up and down the West Coast accessible to
the Navy anyway! Scratched our balls from
Cabo to Vancouver and anywhere west of there! Scratched our initials on a few headboards as well. You could usually find us anywhere carnal pleasures were dispensed.
There was this gal in Bremerton I hooked up
with one fine evening. I suppose many a sailor knew her and many had been
there before me apparently … we’ll get to that. But hey, she had a charm about
her. As the evening was young and I had taken part in libations of some sort, I
had recognized the full value of what Bacchus had presented me as I saddled up
for an evening of fun. Hell we played naked tag, hide-and-go-seek and skin darts all in a matter of a few hours …
Then all I remember was waking up the next
morning in a strange house on the other side of town with this gal passed out butt
nekkit and drunk on top of me. As I opened my eyes and noticed it was light out
and the sun was up, I checked my watch …
"OH SHIT!”
You
know that anxious feeling you get when you realize Quarters was being held fifteen minutes ago?
Never mind there were no cell phones back in those days. I hauled out towards
the street pulling up my pants, the hell with my skivvies, got a cab and back
to base in about thirty minutes! As I salute the Quarter Deck, the LPO shows up
just in time to greet me! He hauls my silly ass up to the CIWS Mount and reads
me the riot act probably for the fourth or fifth time. Don’t know why he didn’t
write my ass up and send me to Skippy’s Mast. I deserved it at least a dozen
times over…
… But I digress …
It only took a few days before I started
getting that not so fresh feeling between my legs. I never got the puss
dribbles or the green weenie. I suppose the itchy feeling down the center of
the urethra was enough to let me know something just wasn’t right! In the dark black
waters deep in the recesses of my mind lurked murky monsters of the worst possibility,
or at least I thought they were … which was much more frightening. It was
during the AIDs scare you know...
I went down to medical after Quarters to have
the Doc’ take a look at it. The Corpsman came out and did his typical temp and
blood pressure check, and asked me what the problem was…
“Well you see Doc, the inside of my peter
itches and it feels like I’ve got to pee all the damned time!”
"With all of the training we give you, how
in the hell do you stupid asses end up in medical?”
… You know that dumb look you give …
" I dunno.”
“Liberty for the stupid I suppose. Okay what
was her name?”
“Trina …”
“Blonde haired girl, blue eyes and big tits?”
“Yeah …”
“I bet I’ve had a dozen sailors down here in
medical over the last few months because of that same gal. I suggest you just stay clear from
now on, and maybe warn your shipmates!”
From there he pulled out a long ass copper
wire with a Q-tip on the end. He heated up the wire with a Bunsen burner and
commenced to sticking it up my pee-hole and dabbing it in a petri dish with
some kind of jelly in it ... not any position you want to be in, take it from me.
“Now come back tomorrow and I’ll tell you
what you’ve got. And from now on, wrap that rascal.”
“That might work, I calculate.”
I tell you, Corpsmen don’t have much in the way
of sympathy and socially acceptable bedside manner. Turns out I had some sort
of Nongonococcal Urethritis or NGU for short. And that was my short-arm inspection
with the Pecker Checker down in medical. It’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I’m not gonna say I’m proud of it, but my wife said she was warned when she met
me of the kind of trouble I was getting in. Somehow over the years she tamed
me, but I got the scars and memories that live on.
Boys and girls, once upon a time long, long
ago we lived a life of precious memories. I hope as I grow grey and old, my
mind doesn’t turn to mush and I forget all that had been said and all that had
been done. Cheers … !!!
