While walking down a street in 1970 at the Great
Lakes Naval Recruit Training Center, commonly called "Boot Camp," I
came upon an older man in uniform.
"How ya doin’?' I said in passing.
"Sailor!" the man shouted at me as I walked by him.
As this was only my second day in Boot Camp, I wasn't sure if he was talking to me. No one had ever called me a sailor before.
I turned around and said, "Are you talking to me?"
"Look at my uniform, young man," he bellowed.
"Don't feel bad," I said. "Look at the one they gave me."
Obviously exasperated, he cried out, "I'm an admiral!"
"Hey, that's a good job," I told him. "Don't screw it up."
"How ya doin’?' I said in passing.
"Sailor!" the man shouted at me as I walked by him.
As this was only my second day in Boot Camp, I wasn't sure if he was talking to me. No one had ever called me a sailor before.
I turned around and said, "Are you talking to me?"
"Look at my uniform, young man," he bellowed.
"Don't feel bad," I said. "Look at the one they gave me."
Obviously exasperated, he cried out, "I'm an admiral!"
"Hey, that's a good job," I told him. "Don't screw it up."
LOL show no fear. Good story.
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