A Lifetime Working with Idiots & How to Survive – Chap. 2

After high school, I enlisted in the U.S. Army and served three years on activity duty and then three years inactive reserves. Throughout this book are stories from my service. This is one of my favorites. Our little group of eight was always getting into trouble on the weekends while in training. My buddies and I, while we were Army, were stationed at the Naval Amphibious Base at Little Creek, Virginia. Our antics were harmless; stupid little things like sleeping on the sand in Virginia Beach, which is a “no, no”, or a “slightly inebriated” soldier taking a pee on a cop car, while the two cops were still sitting in it; nothing of a felony nature; just young men letting off steam.

What transpired was always the same; the police would turn us over to the Shore Patrol (the Navy’s equivalent of the Army’s Military Police), the Shore Patrol would turn us over to the MPs, and the MPs would escort us back to base and wake up our Commanding Officer; usually around three or four in the morning. Our Commander would come out, usually in a tee-shirt and boxer shorts, chew the hell out of us, threaten server reprisals for getting him up in the middle of the night, and then go back to bed. By Monday, it was usually forgotten and nothing ever came about it with regard to punishment.

But, there was this one time when the Commander Officer was calling us into his office, one by one. I think it was the time we had a slight altercation with a group of Marines in a bar; or as we put it, a gentlemen’s disagreement. When it came to my turn, the Commander started with, “Now, son.” I immediately interjected, “Don’t call me son, you’re not half the man my father is.” Continued in book…

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