When my son’s standing deck watch in port on his sub, he’s packing heavy.
Hell, when I was a young kid in the USAF in 1958 guarding F-102 Delta Daggers in Alaska (still a US Territory then) I was armed to the teeth. I even had the audacity to challenge pilots when they approached their fighter planes. My three stripes and M-1 carbine against their captain railroad tracks. I was always right.
Of course, my C.I.C. was a guy by the name of Dwight Eisenhower. How grateful I am that I was allowed to serve my country under that man.
Well—one branch seems to be getting it right......