This past weekend, I had lunch with a friend who lives in a smallish city. That city has a Navy-Marine Corps reserve center. We went to a Chinese buffet and sat in a booth. Sitting in the next booth behind me were two naval officers; from their ranks and age, I guessed that they were both mustangs.
An elderly man walked by their booth. He appeared to be old enough to have been in either the Second World or Korean Wars and asked: "How's the navy?"
"The Navy's doing fine," was the reply.
"I was in for four years," the old man said. "I hated it."
That's What Ya Call Foreshadowing ...
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5 comments:
And how do you feel about it EBM?
Love that little snippet of overheard conversation.
There were times I hated it and times I loved it and times that I felt it was just another fucking job.
Waiting for your take on female sub-surface sailors.
Bill, look over here. I try not to do much in the way of current affairs on this blog.
There were times I hated it and times I loved it and times that I felt it was just another fucking job.
Based on what you have written here, it is pretty clear that you have a deep affection for the Navy. It is part of what makes this blog so enjoyable to read.
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