I have some history with the Washington Navy Yard. In the late 50's my Father, then a Lt., brought me there for a tour of a Fletcher Class Destroyer or DE - can't remember which.
In the late 60's, my Father, then a Cdr., went to diving School there. A 38-year old Cdr., he embarrassed the young sailors he trained with. The Chief who was running the P/T constantly used his performance to goad the the younger ones to better performance. My Dad qualified at 280 under air, 320 under oxy-helium.
In the early 70's, after the war, I was stationed at NNMC Bethesda - relegated to the Supply Dept. I ran the Small Store and made a run every Wednesday down to the Navy Yard to pick up uniform items and blank forms.
More recently, I have had the occasion to pass in front of the gate where once I entered for my weekly runs, bringing me son to Friday Parades at 8th and I.
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