The Army football team has a fullback by the name of Larry Dixon. Both of the L-Train’s parents served in the Navy to the tune of 44 years of combined service. We have a word for this among naval types, it’s called being a traitor. And the solution is walking the plank. Get movin’ Larry.
Sometimes having the sea under your feet is not a very comforting thing. Those kind like foxholes, mud, cold food, walking, and sleeping in tents. To me, that is worse than walking the plank.
So, what you’re saying is, when I had a choice, and opted for the Wild Blue Yonder rather than the Briny Seas, I was being treacherous? (I’d have thought mutinous more fitting.)
Well, shiver me timbers! Somebody (SP-type maybe?) should have avasted me.
Question: How does “Walking the Plank” compare to “Hoisting from the Yardarm?” Severity-wise.
Well, CrewDog, I picked both Air Force (that being my first choice) and Navy….the AF wouldn’t let me back in after I put a thumb in their eye…so I went elsewhere….and stayed loyal for eighteen & one-half years…I knew a good thing when I saw it the second time around…sometimes it takes a good kick in the posterior to get back to reality….
Mr. Dixon has a good opportunity and at least is smart enough to know it…it can’t be easy getting into West Point…they have a lot of engineers there too….so just because Navy One is enamored of the seagoing service, doesn’t mean he cannot appreciate the loyalty of the others….Isn’t that right N1??….k
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Okay okay, no one is a traitor. . .