picked up that name. I don't remember his real name so I'll call him
S.B. for the story.
The ship I was on went into the Boston naval shipyard for an overhaul.
I was sent off the ship to live and work on a supply detail trying to
sort out the supplies so we could find parts when we needed them. I
lived off the ship for 3 months and when I came back aboard S.B. had
came aboard straight from boot camp and taken my bunk and locker.
I told him to move out as I was moving in. I was a 2nd class and he a
seaman at the time. He said I couldn't do that and I told him to move
his ass out. He ask another guy or two, found I could do that and moved into
the bunk under mine.
He was somewhat of a preacher type and was forever giving me a hard time when I had a hangover. I can't say I didn't like him I almost didn't know he was around. One night out to sea he was writing a letter to a girl and had her picture. I ask him to let me see the pic and he did. I gave it back and in a bit ask to see it again. He wanted to know why and I told him I was going to beat my meat and needed
Well he didn't see the joke in that and would have kicked my ass except we both knew I could beat him without trying.
Some time went by and the ship we were on pulled into Portland Main, his home
town. Being senior I got off the ship before he did. I saw his girl,dad
and mom on the pier. I stopped and told them he would be along in a bit.
We were talking and he came up all red in the face and pissed I was
talking to his people witch pissed me off. His mom ask me to supper and
I said yes just to get to him. We had a nice supper and I said my goodbyes and went into town. A few months later he married the girl and moved her to Newport our home port.
More time went by and one day orders came down from above
that married men had to stand some of there in-port duty nights on the
ship so S.B. had to stay on the ship. I was going into town and knew his
wife was expecting him home. I was going by his house in the way in so I
stopped and told her he had to stay on the ship. I didn't go in just
gave her the message and went on into town.
Months later were in Barcelona Spain and I had a hangover that was a killer. S.B. is giving me a hard time and I just want him to go away. I told him to fuck off a time or to but he wouldn't let it go. So I ask him where he got the lamp
made out of a vase in his front hall. I had seen it through the door when I stopped at his house. He took off like he was on fire.
The next thing I knew they had me up to the executive officers office.
My chief, the xo, the chaplain and S.B. were all there before me. They
wanted to know what happened and I told them about stopping at his house
and seeing the lamp. None of them believed me but they couldn't prove I
was lying so that's as far as it went.
When S.B. got home he started giving his wife a hard time about it. She said just what I said but he stop and she divorced his ass. She stayed in
Newport and worked in bars there from then on.
She and I went out a few times and she told me to be sure and let him know every thing we did in bed. I'm not sure but I think that's why she went out with me. S.B. went AWOL a year or two later and after he was gone it was found out he had
been stealing off of the navy and was about to get arrested. I never
heard of him again.1961-1963 earth time
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