Story- their Training Unit was being reviewed by some big-time, muckety-muck Admiral. All the Flight Instructors were in formation. There was a Marine 1st Lt. to my dad's left, and McCain to my dad's right. Anywhoo, the Admiral sees something wrong with the 1st Lt.'s Uniform and rips him a new one. He then reaches my dad and, seeing him squared away, moved onto McCain. In my Dad's Periphery vision, he could see McCain's dress whites were two different shades of white, he had a 5 o'clock shadow, and some of his hair was touching his ears.
The Admiral goes up to him, looks him over, then says, "Hey John, How's your dad doing?" whereby they carry on like two old buddies.
McCain has always had his skids greased.
Good evening, MuttTheHoople...what a story.
Thanks for sharing....pampered prince seems most fitting.
What an interesting story. Thanks for sharing that.