While stationed at Great Mistakes (Errrr…Great Lakes) Naval Training Command, I did my due diligence and qualified for BUD/s (Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training in Coronado, California)
After passing the physical physical and clearing all the other stuff (mostly based upon my ASVAB scores and my ability to swim like a dolphin), A Final Task faced me: I had to pass unblemished through an interview with a psychiatrist. Just a formality, right? (Last hurdle: “Lance, do NOT fuck this up.”)
“This should be fun,” I recall thinking as I waited for my interview.
I was eventually summoned and sat my ass down in front of a geeky, mouse-eyed shrink. He obviously had ‘issues’ of his own. This I could discern straight-away from his limp-wristed demeanor. And obviously the only SEAL he had ever met was in some vain dream fantasy.
No matter. I was there just to get my ticket punched.
After a dozen or so stupid questions about such things as how did I feel about my mother, have I ever killed anything (Uh, do frogs count?), the price of tea in China, ad nauseam, he came to his pièce de résistance:
“Seaman Marcom,” he broached, “If you were ordered by your SEAL Team Leader to go in and clear a room whilst on a mission, and you burst into this room only to discover an elderly lady in a rocking chair reading a bible, what would you do?”
I waited for my dramatic pause, then said,
“Sir, I would shoot the bible.”*
Smiling, I observed him take his rubber stamp out and stamp “Approved” on my papers.
“California Here I Come!”
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Still the same,
Thanks so much.
I am glad you enjoyed it. Your time spent here is always appreciated.
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Great story.
Loved it.
Virtual hugs, via FB are perfectly acceptable.
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Thanks Annie for dropping in.
I’d shoot the bible too. That said, one of my favorite sailors and his new wife are in town this weekend, but I doubt I will get the chance to see him. I’ll just hug the lot via FB.
And just in time for ‘Memorial Day’
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Peace, My Friend
I knew it was. And a damn good one.
From you, this is high praise.
Truly.
Thank you.
(True story, by the way)
Nice post. I knew there was a reason I liked you so much!