“I can’t count the number baloney/cheese sandwiches”
“Horsec*ck and cheese”.
Sometimes green eggs at midrats. And don’t forget the koolaid...with that light sheen of diesel.
Just like the coffee.
Man, those were some great days, those days at sea.
Ack, "midrats", so appropriately named. I don't remember green eggs, but do remember the koolaid tasting like fuel and the eggs being burnt. I hear nowadays, you can order a burger or steak in the chow line and have many more choices. Plus, they have soft drink and snack machines on the mess deck.
I take it you're a Shellback. That was a pain in the ass (literally with the paddles), but glad I experienced it. That framed document is center on my garage wall among other Navy memorabilia. I doubt the current PC Navy has the same initiation, if at all. Smack a woman sailor on the ass? Doubt it.
Question: Besides all the other humiliation and ass-whipping, did you have to suck the cherry out of the big fat lard laden King Neptune's belly button? That was the worse for me as he wiggled my head all around his belly. I think he had a thing against airdales being a deck department CPO. I was cool with all the other fraternity type nonsense, including crawling through the shoot of garbage, but that almost made me pull away and lose my Shellback status. The prick actually made me swallow that nasty cherry after all those before me were allowed to spit out on his belly. Yes, great times!
Next WesPac, it was my turn for the pollywogs. Pay back is a MoFo.