It finally came around by one of the chiefs who asked me what state I was from?
Now I understand why I sat under that tree in
Needless to say this would be the source of many a misadventure for one young sailor who shall remain nameless.
I left
What I thought was to be an uneventfull 6 weeks of learning before heading out to the fleet was not to be.
It seems I had acquired chronic bronchial pneumonia of an aggressive nature which was to plague me for the next 30 years until I managed to cure myself of it.
A final note: The doctor had my company commander send someone over to bring me back to barracks since he did not want me alone, the guys name was Charlie a black guy whom I had made friends with while in boot he has a story all his own that will be told later.
God Bless the
On this day me and my bunkie are tending to our laundry chores him above me below. The company commander walks into the barracks and the first person to spot him is required to shout the words "POP TALL!" at which point everyone is to pop to attention.
By now I am a well trained monkey and pop straight up and smack into my bunkies B drawer, were upon I go straight back down to the floor unconcise.
The company commander walks down to where I am lying has two of the other boots pick me up, checks on my condition and says "GOOD JOB WILSON" turns and leaves the barracks.
Reveille was at 5 AM every morning except on Sunday's which was a leisurely 7 AM. It was summer when I was in boot and they always lined us up on the parade ground facing east. I enjoyed these mornings due to the fact that we were out there before the sun came up and every morning I got to witness one of the most spectacular sunrises I have ever seen. As the sun would start to rise 3 large beams of light bouncing off of the ocean would begin to appear on the horizon gradually growing in length until they almost reached mid sky before the sun would rise high enough not to be bouncing light in our direction any longer.
I joined the Navy for two reasons: 1. Cause a good friend of mine was on a boat (for you non navy types that's a submarine.) 2. The recruiter said I could be an engineer (you know designing buildings, bridges and such, what do I know I'm 19 and stupid.)
Well a day comes and they take us to a building to fill out our dream sheet. This is a piece of paper that has five listing of what you want to do. My COUNSELER said OK I need you to pick what you want from this list of about fifteen job listings. I put down five that looked interesting (which by the way had noooooo descriptions to go with them) and handed it back to him. He looked at it a minute and pointed a the last space and told me what I had put there really did not line up with the other choices I had made, so he suggested that I erase my last entry and put BT there instead (notice the initials instead of actual words.) he also told me they usually pick from the first three anyway so it really was no big deal, being 19 and stupid I did.
Well there are two things you can rely on from the military "RECRUITERS and COUNSELORS lie.
In the navy if the letters BT show up even on the edge of that piece of paper your a BT for life with no possible chance of parole.
I did not end up on a sub because they don't have BOILERS just like they don't have screen doors. And an engineer in the navy doesn’t build or design squat.
Some where along the journey from the air port to the base I regained my senses and wondered "Where am I?” If you think about it that is a stupid sentence that really makes no sense.
We arrive at the base where we unload into a large court yard with about 200 more fine upstanding individuals more or less standing in lines 3 deep. The order is given to face left, wasn't pretty. We then march in and get the full routine of hair cuts and uniform issue. This is where I learn the term "nuts to butts gentlemen" a gay mans dream. I wonder what they said to the female recruits.
After the ordeal off we go to the temporary barracks to stow our gear for the night. The march of so many with no marching discipline sounded like a herd of cattle plodding down a street. By now it's getting to be late in the afternoon so once again the gaggle of geese is gathered for a stroll to the mesh hall. We eat and stumble our way back to barracks for a good nights sleep; it's only 6:30 PM! But we are all exhausted from the day’s big adventure and by 7:30 after brushing our teeth and doing our private business we are all sound asleep.
I do not know about the rest, but mine was the sleep of the dead. Suddenly there was screaming, shouting and the sound of things crashing to the floor, bright lights filled the room, I jump out of bed and fall though the air landing hard on my bare feet with the shock of ice cold floor under me ( I was on a top bunk). Again the stupid sentence "Where am I?" Some where in the distance I hear a voice cry out in pain. My God it's the middle of the night, "5AM". Another voice rings out "Welcome to the United States Navy Boys"
I later learned that the crashing sound I had heard was a 20 pound steel thrash can being thrown by our host's to help get our attention. I also learned that one of these cans bounced up into the bunk of one young lad and fractured his arm in two places. The cry of pain that I had heard was his, he was released from the navy on a medical discharge and the practice of throwing thrash cans came to an end.
I shipped out to the Navy July 31,1973. I boarded a jet in