I was the Company Master at Arms during boot camp. Our first inspection comes up and the night before Im all over the barracks checking with guys to make sure theyre removing all tags and folding/stowing items as they are supposed to be in our lockers. Next morning, the inspector, our sister Companys CC, comes in and asks me if we have removed all tags. I report Yes Sir in a loud and confident manner. He informs me that I will get to chew every tag he finds. Before its all over, I have a wad of tags the size of a baseball in my cheek and Im trying hard not to swallow the moth ball flavored spit that accumulates in my mouth. With each finding he reminded me that I had vouched for the company and gleefully stuck another tag in my mouth. Needless to say the inspection didnt come off well. We ran the centerboards with bunks for about an hour that day. To this day the smell of moth balls causes me some involuntary reactions.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 11:36:51 +0000
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