(During ‘War-Time’ Especially.)
You’re Going To Navy Jail!
This is a ‘Sea Story’
Albeit, A ‘Rare’ True One
Better Batten Down Them Hatches!
Just to get Y’all ‘In-The-Mood’
Irish Rovers-Drunken Sailor
Cred: Irish Rovers
As We (USS Callaghan, DDG 994)
Were steaming out of San Dog Naval Base
Just beginning our World Cruise, escorting The USS Kitty Hawk
(A ‘Bird Farm—Aircraft Carrier—To ‘No Fuk’ Virginia, Naval Station)
As we were just making the turn to La Jolla, we all spied a fishing boat steaming at full speed aiming at our stern.
Our Skipper slow’d down The Callaghan.
Finally Full stop.
As a matter of fact.
Cap’n Allowed this fishing boat to pull up at our stern.
Fishing boat came up along.
To everyone’s astonishment, some young ‘Squiddy’ (Navy Parlance for A Young idiot fresh out of boot-camp) Was on-Board
Nathan Evans – There once was a ship that put to sea
With the assistance of us, The Callaghan-Crew, and the fishermen we managed to get the young idiot on-board. Pretty Certain He was still drunk’r Than Cooter Brown
We continued our freshly began voyage.
And Pretty certain ‘Capn’s Mast was in his very near future.
Turn’s out, our Capt’n was lenient and let him off with just the ‘Blue-Plate Special’
Three months restriction
Reduction in rank
Six days bread an water in the brig
Fun fact, as Ship’s Armorer, I was in charge of the brig. Bad News for him, as Having recently rocked out Of SEAL Training, I did not have a sense of humor when it came to Black-Shoe Naval Idiots