A friend of mine joined the Navy and soon after he had completed boot camp, he was invited to be in a friend’s wedding. He asked an officer for a pass and was told he had to be back by 7 p.m. Sunday.
“You don’t understand, sir,” my friend said. “I’m in the wedding.”
The officer replied, “No, YOU don’t understand. You’re in the Navy.”
Just before our first long deployment, two Navy buddies and I were talking about the stress of leaving our families.
A senior officer, a veteran of many deployments, overheard our conversation and offered the following advice: “You must be sensitive to your wives’ emotional needs,” he said. “Never, ever, whistle while you pack!”
As we stood in formation at the Pensacola Naval Air Station, our Flight Instructor said,
“All right! All you dummies fall out.”
As the rest of the squad wandered away, I remained at attention. The instructor walked over until he was eye-to-eye with me, and then just raised a single eyebrow.
I smiled and said, “Sure was a lot of ’em, huh sir?”