Submarine moored |
One of the favorite horror stories as a nuke occurred on a day after duty which included the Mid-watch SRO. After I had been cut loose by my chief I made by made my way up the hatch. At the time, the submarine happened to be moored outboard of another boat so you had to go across the other brow before going ashore. I had bought a bike to get to and from the boat from my barracks room. In accordance to base regulations in order to ride on base all personnel needed to wear helmet. So I decided to get a head start by putting on my bike helmet before I traversed the brow. The only problem included the fact I still needed to salute the ensign as I went over. As I threw up my hand salute up the COB of the other boat runs across the brow and begins screaming about me for saluting with a bike helmet on. (For the record I had my command cap under the helmet) He “recommended” I go back across “his brow” and return and salute like a “friggin’ squared away sailor”. The topside sentry who witnessed this scene play out had the sorriest look in his eye as I strolled made my way a second time. All of the guys on his boat knew what a prick this guy was and felt sorry someone from another boat had to experience his wrath. Once I saluted the flag I went ashore, put on my bike helmet and rode back to the barracks.
Once I returned to my barracks room I went to the calendar the I kept on my desk which I used to mark off the last few days in the Navy after which no more idiots could scream at me for anything. Thus another fine Navy day became history and, more importantly, I was now one day closer to EAOS.