
I found him in the back yard with nothing on but his white Navy issued boxers. I was worried that he might have tried to climb in the pool and die like a rock star. But he was not quiet able to navigate the unlevel ground in the back yard let alone get the ladder up.
I was able to bring him around for a few seconds to get him to smile.
But it was short lived.

We went out the next night and he did learn a little from the previous night and only had a few beers. But let us hope these are not the people behind the buttons of mass destruction. Because a hung over seaman could be one bad mother-fucker to piss off.
I'm In The NAVY!

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