The Navy Wife
A Navy Wife is no ordinary woman. Operating for months at a time without the companionship or assistance of her husband, she routinely overcomes challenges that would give the average person a nervous breakdown.

Part Doctor, part Teacher and part Handyman, she can lavish loving care on a sick toddler, help a teenager with his Algebra homework, and track down a faulty circuit breaker -- all while holding down a full time job.

With thirty minutes notice, she can serve breakfast, lunch, or dinner to fourteen hungry Sailors, and still somehow balance her family's meager grocery budget.

She can press a set of dress whites to inspection standards, tie a perfect square knot in a military neckerchief, and pack a seabag in the cold hours before dawn.

For months at a time, she must settle for letters instead of kisses, emails in place of hugs, and long-distance phone calls in lieu of her husband's touch. She manages a smile when her Sailor is at sea for the second Anniversary in a row, and accepts the fact that there's a one-in-three chance that he will have to stand Duty on her Birthday. She has learned to stand on a pier and wave goodbye without tears, even when her heart is breaking.

To her children, she is Chauffeur, Umpire, Psychologist, Spiritual Advisor, Financial Consultant, part-time Father, Tooth Fairy, Santa Clause, and the Easter Bunny. To her husband, she is Friend, Lover, Partner, Confidant, and Soul-Mate.

She is a patriot. She is the sort of citizen that all of us should be, but so few of us are. She lives with sacrifice, because she believes in the rights and ideals that her husband defends. Although she wears no uniform, she is a part of that defense -- a vital link in the chain of Freedom. Although she wears no medals and will reap no glory on the field of battle, she is a hero in the truest sense of the word.

She is a Navy Wife.

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Navy wives are awesome. But Army and Air Force wives are dipshiats.

Hey! I actually happen to be a 90-something year old seaman who lost a shaving kit on a Navy submarine.

Oh wait... scratch that. I just jerk off a lot.

Can I have some free stuff anyway?

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

here to help: Hey! I actually happen to be a 90-something year old seaman who lost a shaving kit on a Navy submarine.

Oh wait... scratch that. I just jerk off a lot.

Can I have some free stuff anyway?

Sure, you can have some 90-something year old semen. (I'm sure that is available in that bag too, if they look hard enough)

The Cobia is a neat tour. Also recomend the U-505 down the shore in Chicago. Since they remodeled the exhibit, it is quite impressive.

/Neither is for claustrophobics, wheelchair-bound, or the morbidly obese

imprimere: Sure, you can have some 90-something year old semen. (I'm sure that is available in that bag too, if they look hard enough)

COOL! Maybe I can make clones of the greatest generation to kill off all the useless hippies and stuffed suits.

I expect that 90-year-old semen would be crusted on one of Florence Harding's fetching evening gowns, in a museum somewhere.

/hee hee, "harding"

Probably dropped it in the shower. No way in hell he was going to bend over to pick it up.

/just let it go man

When I was in France with the army, one day I looked inside my kit. I thought I would find me a sandwich, but the darn thing was loaded with...

ral315: When I was in France with the army, one day I looked inside my kit. I thought I would find me a sandwich, but the darn thing was loaded with...

Shaving cream?

Brushless or lather boys,
Whichever you've a notion
Fifty cents for the shaving cream,
A dollar for the lotion.
"Old Spice means quality,"
Said the Captain to the Bosun.
Asks for the package with
The ship that sails the ocean.

Yo-ho!, Yo-Ho!.

Red Shirt Blues: ftfa:
on the submarine's fourth war patrol, which departed from Perth, Australia, on Dec. 12, 1945.

uh......no.

Looking at the wiki page, I'd say they just screwed up the date. ^

Does anyone know the text of "Give Us a Drink"? Googling for it goes either back to this story or somewhere irrelevant.

Sorry, guys, I used to be a tour guide on this sub, it was actually me that hid it there.

No, really. On the first part anyway.

I got to stay overnight on this sub so I'm getting a kick, etc

The shaving kit wasn't filled with marbles, was it?

/what the fark is this shiat about no movie

Plant Rights Activist: I got to stay overnight on this sub so I'm getting a kick, etc

I've got a QSL card from that boat. I'd have to look, but I swear it was a Morse contact.

Milo Minderbinder: The Cobia is a neat tour. Also recomend the U-505 down the shore in Chicago. Since they remodeled the exhibit, it is quite impressive.

/Neither is for claustrophobics, wheelchair-bound, or the morbidly obese

The MOSI was my "neighborhood" science center when I was growing up and I blame my visit to the U-505 for a lifetime of claustrophobia. Can't even imagine being in a sub when it's underwater.

/Much happier on a 1,000 foot rock face.

Reminded me of my time aboard boats built during WWII. I was in during the early 60s and we still had a lot of them on active duty. The Quillback and the Trutta were built in the 40s, but the Barracuda was laid in the 50s. Submarines - best damn duty in the fleet or on land. Best time of my life from late teens to early 20s. I'd go back in a minute if they had a billet on an old diesel boat for an old diesel boat Sonarman. Get off my Quarterdeck.

Now I want to go back on one of my Old Boats and Leave the good Ol Submarine Chat hidden somewhere...................Rat @#$% Bat @#%$ Dirty Ol #$%^