Why is it whenever I read a story about somebody doing something totally stupid and firearms are involved it reminds me of a story from when I was in the Navy? I don't know, but were you, by any chance, on the Harry E. Yarnell around 1969?
The only thing I was on in 69 was my momma's tit.
Was the Yarnell an Adams class? It sound familiar and I was on the Barney from
86-'88 and it was an Adams class; DDG-6.