Posted on 08/04/2016 4:15:52 PM PDT by Nachum
My sonarmen were standing port and starboard watches one patrol. The sonar equipment space floor was dirty so I started to clean it myself. My Chief caught me, chewed me out for it, and rolled one of my guys out of his sack to finish the job. The Chief explained to me that the distinction between officers and enlisted was necessary because I might have to tell an enlisted man to do something that would save the ship but could get the man killed. Never forgot that lesson.
When we returned in 87 they had closed it down and made it an AAFES annex. Don't want young officers having too much fun.
My daughter is Coast Guard enlisted. She’s a 30-year Navy officer’s granddaughter with a working set of Southern lady social skills.
Officers get drunk and make inappropriate advances to her, not that she can’t deal with it.
One of my O club memories is depressing.
A couple of us had sitters hired for Friday,November 22,1963 to have dinner at the club at The Charlestown Navy Yard(MA).
Since the sitters were hired and we had to eat,we went.
There were only 2 other tables occupied and it was usually jammed.
A very unhappy memory.
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The military has been trying in the worst way to discourage drinking and smoking since the 1990’s.
It is stupid, in my opinion. People need to blow off steam, and having a place on base where you could go without jumping in a car was, in my opinion, a good idea.
And, as a former enlisted man, I am and was all for having separate clubs. When I was an enlisted man, it made no difference to me whatsoever that officers had their own club, might have been fancier, with better food, whatever. I have always thought, and still think, there should be a hierarchy, and there should be separation.
The only time I want to clubs off base was when I was deployed, and I generally avoided the USO and any Navy sponsored night life places whenever I could.
Nowadays, people probably buy their own alcohol from a liquor store and drink in their quarters, if they even offer them quarters anymore, or if they even allow alcohol in them anymore.
Yeah. God forbid you have a few drinks too many on a military base nowadays...I can't imagine it.
The Everyone Club.
My gosh who wouldn’t want to hang out there?
That is depressing. OTOH, that must have been winding down at that time in Charlestown...
The Snowflakes?
When I was in the navy, we were encouraged to drink on base. We had beer machines in the barracks. The thought being that a sailor drinking on base would not get in trouble with the civilian authorities. Besides the main clubs, there small bars tucked into convenient places around the base open to all hands.
Nowadays I hear that returning to the ship with alcohol on your breath will get you a trip to the old man. No more fun allowed.
And all other aspects of the country as well. As many as he can taint and defile.
Safe Spaces.
Of course not. It wasn't that the experiment failed - it was just the wrong people conducting it.
I remember going to Ratskeller on Friday’s after OBC class for the GoGo Dancers at Ft. Ignorance. Almost all old Air Defenders will have a story about Dirty Alice.
When they stopped the dancers, attendance for junior officers went to about zero.
Grocho Marx
famously stated, I would never join any club that would have a guy like me as a member.
As usual, no input, or output from our shiftless Congress.
When I was a Battalion Surgeon for a Marine Corps we were in the field. I was watching the Marines trying to set up the tents, apparently they were all city kids, not one knew how to swing a sledge hammer. Having grown up on a farm setting posts and splitting firewood my whole life, I held an impromptu class on how to swing a long handle tool. The Devil Dogs thought it was great, my Chief was not pleased. After about 15 minutes I had most of them swinging efficiently but my Chief said I had no business with a sledge in my hands and training was NCO work.
I thought the whole thing was kind of funny.
For two years this was my home when i worked at the Pentagon.
It is where the Wright Brothers sold the military on aircraft.
Incredible history.
Part of Robert E. Lee’s plantation.
The Fort Myers Socialist Club.
I went to a duty hut on an army base to draw ammo. There was a soldier painting the deck. I said, “Hey stud, where’s your CO?” He said, “I am the CO.” I laughed and asked, “No. Really, where is he?” He stood up and sure as heck he had bars on. I apologized and told him I had never seen an officer do such a thing.
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