Today, my long time best friend, another retired Navy Gunner's Mate, and I took a drive around the Naval Amphibious Base at Little Creek. Yes, I know it was merged with some Army command and now has some politically correct name, but it is NAB Little Creek to me, so stuff it!
The first thing I noticed is there are more buildings than ships! Every person over the grade of O-3 must have a building! Yes it's nice to have comfortable working accommodations, but the Navy is supposed to deploy and kill people and wreck things! Who needs a nice, expensive, building at home for that? And the ships, I remember when Little Creek was wall to wall Gator Freighters! There were very few ships there and not ONE that could defend itself from a drunk Arab! We saw the PC with their 57mm guns. Wow. We built a ship to carry 57mm guns. The Marine Corps has one in each rifle squad with one Marine carrying it! It's no bigger than todays M-4. True!! Google the XM57. Another thing I noticed again is no one looked like a sailor! Those stupid little girl, powder blue, camo uniforms. Who are they hiding from, and it what environment, a bedroom?
Then we ate lunch in one of the few CPO messes left in existence. The Little Creek Chief's Club used to be a vibrant club, with a friendly atmosphere, good food, and shipmates to talk to. Now, the Chiefs are relegated to the foot print of the old CPO Stag Bar area. The food was all right, but the company left something to be desired. Not one rowdy, passionate discussion about weapons, damage control, combat, wild liberty, or getting drunk! No one looked like they could fight they way out of a wet paper bag. Yes, I am sure they can all run 1.5 miles in the required time to get an excellent. And yes, I am sure they can all touch their toes and do sit ups. But can the do them after being up for 72 hours and coming off an all night drunken bender! Chiefs used to be tough, salty, gnarly, bastions of rugged individualism. Now, they are junior officers, licking the Commanding Officer's boots and worrying about fitness reports. Chief's used to teach junior officers the way of the sea, now they go to tea parties! Some of you may say, I am wrong and the past is the past. You may say that we don't need that kind of Chief anymore, that we are a more technical Navy. A kinder and gentler Navy. Tell that to the Muslims that want to torture and kill us. Do you want someone in a powder blue suit, with blue suede boots, who is worried about breaking a nail coming to your rescue? Or would you like some rough, tough, foul mouthed, beer breathed, heathen dressed in dirty wash khakis, to come to your rescue? I believe you know the answer. But, you can't have it both ways. So decide; Limp wristed and polite, or rough, smelly, and rude. Again, your choice. I know where my trust is.
And... While I am on the topic of useless! Why is there a Navy Band, a Navy Drill team, Navy Drum and Bugle? All enlisted! If having those things is so important, why don't we have an Officer's Glee Club, or Dance Band? Huh?!? I'll tell you why. It's the officer's way of parading out the stupid enlisted folks and showing that they CAN be trained to do something officers see valuable to society. BUT, only when led by an officer and in a controlled environment!! You budget cutting politicians, if you want to save money, get rid of these wastes of funding, time, and manpower. We don't need piccolo player to defeat the Muslims. We need fighting MEN!
OK, I'm done for now!