One of the best moments in my naval career.
by Jesus gonzalez
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One of the best moments in my naval career.
Last night started out like any other night, bored ass hell, slept for about 4 hours, it was only 7 in the afternoon when I woke up on a Friday night. I walked to John’s room to see what was cracking, after an hour of sitting in his room we decided to go and get a few drinks and see a movie, funny how a night of planned drinking doesn’t go as planned. We catch the bus to Broadway St. in Downtown San Diego and immediately begin for a place called The Field, it is an English style pub which just happens to be John’s favorite, I suppose it has to do with the fact that he met Debra there, very understandable considering most of my favorite places just happen to be where I have met a female or two, it’s the whole, “ the first time we met idea”, in my case it is usually the back of an alley way but that’s another story of which I am to old to remember (24 silly I know).
To John’s credit the place was awesome; it took us 1 hour to find the place but hell it was worth finding. It has the actual felling of an English soccer pub, except that it being filled with low class soccer hooligans who constantly glass each other on the head, it is filled with yuppie San Diegan’s, metro sexual’ s, stuck up college girls and military dudes who act like metro sexual’ s. The whole place stunk with the stench of fag.
The scenery was nice however, with a wood furnished floor and nice and dark, just how I like my drinking holes, there’s nothing like a dark place to sit, drink and be miserable, with a fine selection of imported beers at the bar I felt quite comfortable. Hell even the bartender’s seemed to be imported, one male and two females, the male was a tall skinny looking chap, typical English looking inbreed ( the British version of trailer trash) one of the other females looked about the same as he did with the same flat chest, her skinny broad shoulders where unpleasant to look at.
Being in an English pub you have to go big or go home, that’s the way I feel about my drinking anyway, so we start off with 2 Irish car bombs the tastiest drink ever invented, we slam them down and I order 4 more, as I write this my mouth begins to water with flash backs of delicious nectar. Those drinks build up a good buzz, good enough to start drinking pints, Boddingtons is where it’s at, after all when in England do what the British do and glass a motherfucker.
We go on with our conversation for about an hour, nothing in particular just how the British are awesome for having good beer, pubs and soccer hooligans, “shut up or I’ll fucking glass over the head with this pint”, is what we kept on screaming at each other, we rambled like this and other dumb shit for most of the night until John turned to me and said, “dude doesn’t that guy look exactly like Senior Chief Magnetta.”
As I stared at him the guy turned around and said, “Who the fuck are you guys?”
Holy shit it was him in all his glory, the same man who said, “This is boot camp, bitch!” was standing at the bar next to us ordering to pints (Senior was the ships LCPO when we were attached to boot camp)
“Senior we were on your ship back in Great Lakes”
“What division?”
“334 Senior”
“Oh Chief Race’s division, you guys were Hall of Fame right”
“Yes Senior”
“Shit you are the guys who branded yourselves right?”
“Yes Senior, with anchors on our backs”
“The branders, I love you guys”
(To make a side story short we branded anchors on our backs on Sep.11 2004, while we were still attached to boot camp as recruits, Senior Chief ripped a whole in our ass that day in front of the division, it was all for show however, in private he told us how cool he thought we were for having the balls to brand ourselves and that he was happy that we were so motivated to be in his NAVY.)
“How are you guys? Are you guys good?”
“Yes Senior we’re fucking awesome”
“That’s great I’m glad to hear it”
This conversation went on for about 10 minutes, he took his two pints and walked over to his buddy, we were left in a state of amazement, it really is a small NAVY, it is a moment like that one and men like Senior Chief Magnetta that make me want to be a lifer in this NAVY, my NAVY.
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Last night started out like any other night, bored ass hell, slept for about 4 hours, it was only 7 in the afternoon when I woke up on a Friday night. I walked to John’s room to see what was cracking, after an hour of sitting in his room we decided to go and get a few drinks and see a movie, funny how a night of planned drinking doesn’t go as planned. We catch the bus to Broadway St. in Downtown San Diego and immediately begin for a place called The Field, it is an English style pub which just happens to be John’s favorite, I suppose it has to do with the fact that he met Debra there, very understandable considering most of my favorite places just happen to be where I have met a female or two, it’s the whole, “ the first time we met idea”, in my case it is usually the back of an alley way but that’s another story of which I am to old to remember (24 silly I know).
To John’s credit the place was awesome; it took us 1 hour to find the place but hell it was worth finding. It has the actual felling of an English soccer pub, except that it being filled with low class soccer hooligans who constantly glass each other on the head, it is filled with yuppie San Diegan’s, metro sexual’ s, stuck up college girls and military dudes who act like metro sexual’ s. The whole place stunk with the stench of fag.
The scenery was nice however, with a wood furnished floor and nice and dark, just how I like my drinking holes, there’s nothing like a dark place to sit, drink and be miserable, with a fine selection of imported beers at the bar I felt quite comfortable. Hell even the bartender’s seemed to be imported, one male and two females, the male was a tall skinny looking chap, typical English looking inbreed ( the British version of trailer trash) one of the other females looked about the same as he did with the same flat chest, her skinny broad shoulders where unpleasant to look at.
Being in an English pub you have to go big or go home, that’s the way I feel about my drinking anyway, so we start off with 2 Irish car bombs the tastiest drink ever invented, we slam them down and I order 4 more, as I write this my mouth begins to water with flash backs of delicious nectar. Those drinks build up a good buzz, good enough to start drinking pints, Boddingtons is where it’s at, after all when in England do what the British do and glass a motherfucker.
We go on with our conversation for about an hour, nothing in particular just how the British are awesome for having good beer, pubs and soccer hooligans, “shut up or I’ll fucking glass over the head with this pint”, is what we kept on screaming at each other, we rambled like this and other dumb shit for most of the night until John turned to me and said, “dude doesn’t that guy look exactly like Senior Chief Magnetta.”
As I stared at him the guy turned around and said, “Who the fuck are you guys?”
Holy shit it was him in all his glory, the same man who said, “This is boot camp, bitch!” was standing at the bar next to us ordering to pints (Senior was the ships LCPO when we were attached to boot camp)
“Senior we were on your ship back in Great Lakes”
“What division?”
“334 Senior”
“Oh Chief Race’s division, you guys were Hall of Fame right”
“Yes Senior”
“Shit you are the guys who branded yourselves right?”
“Yes Senior, with anchors on our backs”
“The branders, I love you guys”
(To make a side story short we branded anchors on our backs on Sep.11 2004, while we were still attached to boot camp as recruits, Senior Chief ripped a whole in our ass that day in front of the division, it was all for show however, in private he told us how cool he thought we were for having the balls to brand ourselves and that he was happy that we were so motivated to be in his NAVY.)
“How are you guys? Are you guys good?”
“Yes Senior we’re fucking awesome”
“That’s great I’m glad to hear it”
This conversation went on for about 10 minutes, he took his two pints and walked over to his buddy, we were left in a state of amazement, it really is a small NAVY, it is a moment like that one and men like Senior Chief Magnetta that make me want to be a lifer in this NAVY, my NAVY.
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