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Navy Vets, did you "Cross the Line"?
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<blockquote data-quote="Seadog" data-source="post: 3390970" data-attributes="member: 9018"><p>It was 94 for me. USS CapeCod AD-43. Ours was similar. By the end of the day your Boondockers had holes in the toes. Your knees were sore. You stank to the heavens from saved fish juice. Breakfast was mostly thrown at you. The mess decks looked like something out of a movie. Maybe like the Animal House food fight scene? It was an unbelievable mess. Lots of guys had their legs shaved. Some heads also. People were walked on their hands and knees. With dog collars. Clothes were worn inside out and some people had them backwards. Oh yeah, firehose shillelaghs were out and on occasion used.</p><p></p><p>I was cranking on the crew mess deck when this all went down. I get wind of some of the carnage they had planned for us wogs. They had been saving the leftover food waste to ferment. They had plans of using it in a long tarp shoot out on the flight deck. For us, so that we could crawl through it. Needless to say I had access to the trash room and slashed all the bags spilling it out all over the floor so that they couldn’t use it. Due to my youthful junior sailor ignorance it never occurred to me that they had more. Back up in the chiefs and officers trash rooms. There was not as much as they were hoping for but they still were able to fill the shoot. </p><p></p><p>The hazing was a bit on the extreme side and having no desire for any of the BS I spent a good portion of the previous night and next day hiding in the captains 50ft whale Boat. After I thought that Shenanigans should surely be over and I went down to birthing. And to my dismay said hazing was still ensuing. Needless to say I got initiated. There wasn’t a choice in it.</p><p></p><p>This was back right before the PC BS started. The female mermaids on our Shellback certificates breasts weren’t covered. My next ship omewhere in 97 the skipper decided that he wanted to be a golden Shellback. So the rest of us became Golden Shelbacks. When I got my new Shellback cert there were no more naked mermaids. Not to mention the initiation on this second ship was Underwhelming. Didn’t get to forward any of the old school hazing.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Seadog, post: 3390970, member: 9018"] It was 94 for me. USS CapeCod AD-43. Ours was similar. By the end of the day your Boondockers had holes in the toes. Your knees were sore. You stank to the heavens from saved fish juice. Breakfast was mostly thrown at you. The mess decks looked like something out of a movie. Maybe like the Animal House food fight scene? It was an unbelievable mess. Lots of guys had their legs shaved. Some heads also. People were walked on their hands and knees. With dog collars. Clothes were worn inside out and some people had them backwards. Oh yeah, firehose shillelaghs were out and on occasion used. I was cranking on the crew mess deck when this all went down. I get wind of some of the carnage they had planned for us wogs. They had been saving the leftover food waste to ferment. They had plans of using it in a long tarp shoot out on the flight deck. For us, so that we could crawl through it. Needless to say I had access to the trash room and slashed all the bags spilling it out all over the floor so that they couldn’t use it. Due to my youthful junior sailor ignorance it never occurred to me that they had more. Back up in the chiefs and officers trash rooms. There was not as much as they were hoping for but they still were able to fill the shoot. The hazing was a bit on the extreme side and having no desire for any of the BS I spent a good portion of the previous night and next day hiding in the captains 50ft whale Boat. After I thought that Shenanigans should surely be over and I went down to birthing. And to my dismay said hazing was still ensuing. Needless to say I got initiated. There wasn’t a choice in it. This was back right before the PC BS started. The female mermaids on our Shellback certificates breasts weren’t covered. My next ship omewhere in 97 the skipper decided that he wanted to be a golden Shellback. So the rest of us became Golden Shelbacks. When I got my new Shellback cert there were no more naked mermaids. Not to mention the initiation on this second ship was Underwhelming. Didn’t get to forward any of the old school hazing. [/QUOTE]
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