Asking someone to recite the 10 general orders of a sentry is a good way to find out which branch they were in...if they can't remember any, and shudder about their panic-stricken attempt to recite one while trying to flee the tear gas chamber at Great Lakes, they were probably in the Navy.
LOL - Orlando for me, but yeah. When I walked out of the gas chamber, I saw a scuttlebutt and went to it to rinse out my eyes. While doing so, I got yelled at and ended up doing 50 push-ups with a string of snot between my nose and the ground. Fun times.
If they call ships boats, ladders "steep stairways" and complain indignantly about the shortage of hot chicks on Adak, they were probably in the VP Navy.
Now hey - the REAL ships in the Navy ARE boats! There are only two kinds of ships. Submarines and targets. We didn't have any steep stairways, though. We had ladders.
*scratching my brain* What is VP?
Moffett Field, Hawaii, Okinawa, redeployment home through Sydney and Pago Pago, tweet life in the VP navy was tough duty but somebody had to do it.
Our shop chief was horrified that there were POs in the Nav who'd never been aboard ship, so he checked out a van and took us to see one at White Beach in Okinawa. His buddy took us through a rat warren of narrow aisles and steep stairways to show us the PO1 quarters, which I think were three bunks on each side with an aluminum picnic table that had fold up seats in the middle. 8x10 maybe, with knee knockers on both ends, but I guess they were OK in comparison to others because he got a little ****ed at my negative comments.
Reminds me of when I was in Nuclear Power School in Orlando. When we were broke on a weekend, we'd go out to Port Canaveral to see if there was a sub in port that we could get a tour of. Once, while topside on the pier waiting for permission to come aboard, a guy popped out of the hatch carrying trash. He had been my roommate in A school, but had rocked out. Next day while he was on liberty, I went out and picked him up, and we caught up on "old" times. LOL
After seeing a sub, maybe we'd go to the beach or something, but we'd always end up eating at Patrick AFB. Nothing like free food. And while the Navy's food is generally better, the AF has better food than an NTC.
Suffering from claustrophobia, we fled onshore to a little geedunk shop for liquid refreshments, where we found out how lucky VP sailors really are. There were a bunch of sailors hanging around outside who begged us to buy them beer, just like we did when we were teenagers at the local 7-11, and we learned that fleet sailor ID cards are stamped with their boat's name, which helps ensure that they can't buy recreational beverages during short-term onshore liberty. We bought them some, of course, until Chiefie made us stop.
Now there's a word I have not heard in a LOOOOONG time.
My recruiter was an ADC P-3 F/E who advised me to work hard, slam dunk "A" school and request a west coast VP squadron from my detailer--best advice I ever got.
Cheers!
My recruiter was a crook who lied to me. I was in DEP for 363 days, signed up prior to my senior year. At the end of the year, I won first place in Indiana in the Vocational Industrial Clubs of America for their annual competition, in the Industrial Electronics category. I won 3 scholarships, and he told me I couldn't get out of my obligation because the biggest one was for full tuition for an associate degree, and he said it had to be a bachelor's to get out of shipping out. Found out in the third week of boot camp that he lied to me. By then it was too late.
