Am I Too Stodgy for the Navy?

It was nearing dusk on base and I was returning from a run around town. Full confession: I had gone too far and was walking the last mile in. (One additional confession: I was breaking in a new pair of running shoes.) As I came up on the Navy Lodge, I passed a children’s playground and then a Navy residence tower.

Blasting from the tower was loud rap music. It sounded as if someone was having a party. Over a backbeat, a guy was rapping. And I am sorry to say, it was lewd. It sounded as if he was rapping: pull it up, pull it up, let’s see your tits. 

Okay, so I am a Sailor too. And I understand our guys. I am not a prude despite how this sounds. But what if someone was at the party who did not want to be there? Or is it not a concern that there were children within earshot?

When I got back to my room, I called the on-base operator to have her connect me with base security. I don’t have kids, but I imagined if female friends were there at the party. The base operator was Japanese and I had a terrible time trying to tell her what I needed. I gave up and called the front desk. The Navy Lodge receptionist took my info and promised to do something about it.

Meanwhile, I’ve showered, changed, and relaxed into my evening. The front desk guy calls back and tells me, his bosses told him he can’t report it as it has nothing to do with the Navy Lodge. I ask him for the direct number to Navy Security.

He gave it to me and I called them. I identified myself by rank to the Petty Officer (a Master-at-Arms) who answered the phone. And then I proceeded to tell him what I heard. He chuckled lightly. (I thought, am I too stodgy for the Navy?) Tomorrow, I guess I’ll ask the Command Master Chief (CMC), who’ve I gotten to know, as much as you can in ten days on-base. I am curious what he says. Are we in the Navy serious about stopping sexual assault? Or was this just our guys having fun?

Suicide Curses the Navy, Again

I’ve written previously of suicide and some of the challenges it poses to us in uniform. One of the Sailors at a prior command had a roommate who had attempted suicide. We sent the suicidal Sailor back to the States (we were forwarded deployed), but his roommate was still on base. And late one Thursday afternoon, he came into my cubicle to talk. (Thursdays are the same as Fridays in the Middle East. We start the week on Sunday.)

He was quiet and really said very little. I knew something was bothering him, but did not want to force him to speak to me. Finally he came out with it.

I am sort of lonely since (my roommate who attempted suicide) went back home.

I nodded. Do you have friends to hang out with? Truly, he was a nice guy, but odd in an intellectual way.

Not really, he replied. Weekends are hell. 

I nodded again. Weekends in the Middle East could be hellish if you don’t find your niche. I know you are done with your tour in three weeks, are you just homesick?

Yes, but I can’t guarantee I won’t do what (my roommate) did.

I nodded again. I really did not know the proper response to this, other than to thank him for his honesty. I truly appreciate you being so straightforward about it. Especially with me. Have you talked to the Chaplain about it?

No. I don’t go to church.

We talked some more, small talk. I tricked him into laughing by making fun of myself. I have one skill I can always fall back on and that is finding something light and amusing to say. I then asked his permission for something. Do you mind if I talk to the Master Chief about it?

No sir. Thanks. 

He left my cubicle and I waited a couple of minutes before knocking on the CMC’s door.

Master Chief, you got a second?

He looked up. It really was only me, the suicidal Sailor, and the Master Chief in the office. Yeah, sir. What is up?

I told him the whole story. Can you hang out with the Petty Officer this weekend? I asked him.

Ah, any other weekend, but this. I have family in town. 

You think it would be fraternization if I grabbed lunch with him on Friday. I can play it by ear and see how it is.

It is certainly a grey area. But this is too important. Can you?

You bet. We have to. 

I left the Master Chief’s office and chatted up the Petty Officer about our plans. He was amenable. My experience is that most people just want to be listened to. We grabbed lunch on Friday and I told him to call me if he wanted to do anything on Saturday.

Yes, a Lieutenant should not be hanging out with his Petty Officers. But it was a strange situation, a Petty Officer who did not fit in well. And me, who can talk to anyone. He made it back to the States, tired and lonely. But alive.

I wish I could say the same for Navy SEAL Team 5 Sailor Robert Guzzo Jr:

He survived the battlefields of Iraq, but a Navy SEAL’s battles with post-traumatic stress disorder proved too much to endure.

In their first in-depth interview, the parents of Navy SEAL Team 5 member Robert Guzzo Jr. say that the horrors of war, as well as the stigma of mental illness, helped contribute to their son’s suicide.

After being deployed to Iraq in 2006, Guzzo returned home a little more than a year later, and his parents immediately noticed something was amiss.

“I could just tell immediately he was changed,” Robin Andersen, Guzzo’s mother, told The Washington Post. “His affect was different, you know. The look on his face was a distance away.”She still recalls one particular night shortly after Guzzo returned from Iraq when she tried her best to comfort her sobbing son.”I was rubbing his back, saying, ‘It’s going to be okay,’ and he said, ‘Mom, it’s never going to be okay,'” Andersen told the Post.

Navy SEAL Robert Guzzo Jr. j
Navy SEAL Robert Guzzo Jr.

Accch, this is a tragic story. I will say, what the SEAL’s parents recount as his story is no longer typical. That I know of. There are ways of getting Sailors help. Of course, our suicides just passed our combat deaths this year. Which is utterly tragic.

I encouraged the suicidal Sailor, who I had lunch with, to seek more serious help. And I told him there were no ramifications to it. The Navy may not be for him. But I did not tell him that, he had enough on his plate. . .

Navy Frigates and the 112th Congress

One potential casualty of congressional toe-dragging on the budget is Foreign Military Sales (FMS), or the transfer of old Navy ships to friendly navies. The current ships in limbo are:

• USS Curts (FFG 38); Grant to Mexico; Jan. 25, 2013
• USS Halyburton (FFG 40); Grant to Turkey; March 22, 2013
• USS Mcclusky (FFG 41); Grant to Mexico; Fiscal year 2014
• USS Thach (FFG 43); Grant to Turkey; Fiscal year 2014

Having failed to produce timely defense spending bills or avoid a chaotic end to a year-long march toward sequestration, the recently-deceased 112th Congress also failed for two straight years to approve a normally prosaic measure allowing the transfers of old U.S. Navy ships (like the USS Carr, shown above) to friendly navies.
Having failed to produce timely defense spending bills or avoid a chaotic end to a year-long march toward sequestration, the recently-deceased 112th Congress also failed for two straight years to approve a normally prosaic measure allowing the transfers of old U.S. Navy ships (like the USS Carr, shown above) to friendly navies.

• USS Rentz (FFG 46); Grant to Thailand; Fiscal year 2014
• USS Vandegrift (FFG 48); Grant to Thailand; Fiscal year 2015
• USS Taylor (FFG 50); Sale to Taiwan; Fiscal year 2015
• USS Gary (FFG 51); Sale to Taiwan; Fiscal year 2015
• USS Carr (FFG 52); Sale to Taiwan; March 15, 2013
• USS Elrod (FFG 55); Sale to Taiwan; Fiscal year 2015

I’ve toured the Thach and know the CMC on another of these ships. Frigates are great little steamers, out there alone and afraid. Sad to see them going abroad. . .