Ensign is a special rank in the Navy. It is the first tour for newb officers and folks approach them differently. I try to be jovial with the Enswines. It is easy to give ’em a hard time, I had a couple of folks think it funny to rib me (more than my share) when I rocked the golden bars.
So I am sitting in a housing brief and the retired Army guy giving the lecture turns to the four Ensigns at the end of the table and asks: Hey, what is wrong with you guys? You all look constipated!
I smile and before I could engage my filter, I mutter loudly: Ah you know, they’re Ensigns.
Right you are, the briefer replies squinting at their rank. Relax guys. . .
He finishes the brief and I dart a look or two back at the Ensign crew. One of them returns the look with a frown.
Later, I see three of them at the bustop. And one of them again looks at me askance.
So I roll up jovially, introduce myself, and chat with them. Where did you go to school? What community are you in? What ship are you going to? Watch out for this. . . Keep an eye on this job if you want to lateral transfer into this. . . General Navy gouge for the boys.
Moral of the story: If you are an Ensign, relax and stay focused. If you are not an Ensign, for goodness sakes, help the lads out. There has got to be better ways to loosen up the Ensign crew than the old way, injecting their gizzards with copious quantities of rum.