“LOL! Yeah. Two words: Shellback initiation...”
So you do know what I’m talking about...Good times, great memories, lifelong friends. Friends that got me back to the ship when I was, *ahem*, not feeling well in all kinds of foreign ports and I did the same for them...
So you do know what I’m talking about...Good times, great memories, lifelong friends. Friends that got me back to the ship when I was, *ahem*, not feeling well in all kinds of foreign ports and I did the same for them...
Same here, shellbacks! We crossed the equator twice; the first time, 90+ percent of the crew were pollywogs, so the few officers, chiefs and senior enlisteds had a lot of fun hazing us. It wasn't too bad. But then, about a month or two later, we crossed AGAIN, and by then about 90+ of the crew were shellbacks, with just a few of the uninitiated up for the 'treatment'...boy, did I feel sorry for them! February-April 1980, USS William H. Standley, CG-32...isn't it funny? I hated every minute of it at the time and couldn't wait to get out, but now, looking back, it was the best time of my life!