Sea Stories

The events described herein are true to the best of my knowledge.   I shit you not. As chance would have it, this particular sea story happened on land.  No matter. I attended Naval Officer Candidate School (OCS) in the summer of 1991 in Newport, RI.  In OCS, much of what is done is educational--courses in everything from maneuvering with a fleet, to subsurface/surface/air weapons, to propulsion, etc.  Much is physical--daily PT, etc.  Much is ceremoneial--marching, for example.  Marching (as in marching in a parade, which we did on July 4 that year) involves sorting ourselves by height and then lining up four abreast, tall to small, with the battalion commander in front, and the guidon bearer in the right-most position of the front row.  That was me--the guidon bearer (or just guidon for short) for first battalion.  Back when I was there, OCS was 16 weeks, culminating in a graduation ceremony.  The base in Newport was fairly large, but ...

I don't have a lot of sea stories.  I did not spend much time at sea.   But I like listening to other folks tell their stories, and if I like it when others tell their stories, then I figure I should tell mine.  Thanks for reading, and I hope you find them at least somewhat amusing :) (I have never been to war, so I don't have any war stories at all. Which is probably for the best.)