A Seaman Gives Blood

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  1. That great Naval tradition of giving blood, which was not always necessarily for the benefit of others…

    Onboard ship after weekend leave I always looked forward to a Monday morning muster at 08:15 hrs; watching ‘jolly jack’ go about his business with black eyes and the RN/RM affliction known as “alcohol induced fall down syndrome” (normally two hidden bruised knees, two bruised/scraped elbows, and a cut or a scraped chin)!

    As a young Corporal I had a brilliant young Lieutenant who used to return on a Monday morning with his face and knuckles lacerated; his sport was a noble dying art at that time, he often used to participate (with success) as a bare knuckle prize fighter.

    It made me chuckle when he was inspecting the marines (stood in three ranks at open order) and he came upon the occasional (and equally) battered face opposite him. He would lean forward and whisper into the Marines ear “fall down or fighting”? invariably they would reply “fell over Sir”!
    “Good, that means I don’t have to worry about attending a Police Station to represent you”!
    Though he often did have to attend the Police Station in Plymouth later that morning to bail one or two out. A great man.

    I personally did give blood twice yearly to the National Blood Transfusion Service, which is freely donated for the good of others. I often gave in other ways as a young Marine 😉

    Yours Aye.

    • Hey EB – tangent question…

      Have you ever tried the Australian sweet “Musk Stick”?

      (looking to expand the experimental taste testing beyond the USA military forces)

      • Pax,
        I have tried the Kanga Musk Stick, which was a pink colour and had a ‘musky’ taste to it?
        (I once cross decked to an ‘Aussie’ HMAS grey funnel line Frigate, which is how I sampled the treat).

        I believe the same product comes in several variety’s and colours.


  2. In TX giving blood was easy. Every two months or so, I would go down to the Red Cross building and give blood. The workers were very professional – they took blood all day – every day and were quite good at it. Here in OK, they have bloodmobiles that come around to your town. People line up – it is slow going. Then it seems that the workers are newbies – learning to draw blood. Four out five times, they have had trouble finding my veins, they poke me several times, They holler for someone to come help them poke some more, then the blood won’t flow – the whole thing is stressful. My face looks a lot like Seaman Perkins while giving blood.

  3. Interesting …unfortunately, as much as I would like to give blood, I am not allowed by the Red Cross…not to put too fine a point on it…I have an inherited coagulation disorder (I was born with it) that disallows my participation in such worthwhile endeavors…you could say, I’m one in a million and it would be accurate….I consider myself fortunate to be alive and also lucky to have been in the military long enough to retire….our days are counted in such ways….k

  4. EB: They did not take my blood last time I tried. I had an illness in college, mono, and it ruled me out. And as an Ensign, I once had to go to court for one of my Sailors. He “drove” over someone’s toes in his car or so the person claimed. We won, thankfully.
    Pax: Leave Ex alone, he wants nothing of your nefarious Musk!
    Lou: I’ve had that happen to me when I go to the lab. Very unsettling. The only cure for it is to sit still while they jab.
    Kris: I know the feeling, Shipmate. . .

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