The night before, we were subjected to a ‘briefing.’ (and a pecker check–you don’t wanna know)
Briefly this briefing consisted of a shit-load of ‘don’ts’:
Don’t do this; don’t do that. “This is a working port, and don’t get excited about liberty here.”
We had been at-sea for (seemed to us) longer than Odysseus, and we really did not wanna hear this shit but, being ‘good sailors’ and desperate to get ‘on the beach’, we just nodded.
The main thing was this: “You cannot, under any circumstance, go to the British side of this Island.”
No worries, I thought, (for at that time the only Brits I had known had come across as rather ‘stuffy’.
Our captor went further:
“This, as I did say, is a working port: Three day duty.”
Yep, fully two thirds of the Ship’s company had to be on-board at any given time. Not to mention, as this was a working port, we could not leave the ship until the Work Day was done: i.e., sixteen hundred hours.
Diego Garcia was beautiful! Right out of ‘South Pacific’ the movie. I was jazzed by all of it. I hit the beach! Went to explore the Naval Base there. Found it wanting (Not my idea of Hemingway). I then swerved onto the Merchant Marine obscure dock and here is where I found my home for the next thirty days.
It was untouched by modern anything.
There was a small bar/restaurant and A beach. Some serving wenches, and palm trees.
We’ll take ’em.
I could use some beach time right about now. Hell! Even Diego Garcia.
Great story! I desperately want the beach. Y’all can have the serving wenches! 🙂
Nothing wrong with serving wenches; ’tis an honourable profession, almost the oldest…. 😉
I never got to to the Airfield there (it was off-limits to Squids).
DG is really a wonderful place if you like some isolation in your enlistment. I actually lobbied my Master Chief to leave me behind when my ship pulled out. (The Naval Small Arms armory needed another Gunner’s Mate and I fit the bill). He denied my chit. Alas.
Thanks for your visit and comment. I appreciate it.
Spent a few hours in Diego Garcia back in 94. Loved the landing!
You had me at serving wenches…I strayed a little on pecker checks, but what the hell, I’m in for round two!
I’m still on pain meds so you’ll have to look over me. 😉
Yeah, I have to say I cannot relate.
Spend 90 days in the IO, then tell me it ain’t so bad.
Having to wait til 4:00 ain’t so bad.
Really? I am certainly impressed.
No, Tsahal. Paratrooper.
So… you were in the Navy?
🙂 I remenber this kind of briefing.