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**jeff** · September 25th, 2009, 12:19 PM posted to rec.outdoors.fishing.fly

wrote:
On Thu, 24 Sep 2009 09:09:12 -0400, jeff wrote:

George Cleveland wrote:
My 23 year old son Sam came back from Minneapolis yesterday from two
days of testing and will be inducted into the U.S. Coast Guard in late
December. He did well on his ASVAB (scoring one point higher than the
recruiter did on his) and passed his physical with the exception of
needing to drop a little weight before December. After that its off to
Cape May, NJ.

Have to say I'm pretty proud of him for doing this. He is pumped and
excited about it. Jacci is worried. I suppose nothing unusual about
any of that.

Geo. C.
if he's assigned to duty in nc, let me know. i'm relatively close to
most of the CG stations on the coast, and will be happy to assist in any
local supervision Jacci thinks necessary. G

jeff (Hon. Discharged Lt.,USNR...and a nation was grateful for that fact)

Um...what makes you so sure the nation was all that concerned about what branch
of service, rank or whether it was "Hon." or not...?

Seriously, though, the offer of assistance in such situations is, IMO, a great
idea. If he winds up in any of the facilities down here on the LA/MS/AL coast
and needs anything, we'd be pleased to offer any help we can. That said, thanks
and congratulations to you all.

TC,
R
...and as I'm sure it does with jeffie, the same goes for any other kids (or
other family, etc.) down thisaway...and ya know, jeff, I have no idea why -
really, I don't - but for some reason, Ensign Pulver popped into my mind. If it
matters, I liked both the character and Jack Lemmon...you didn't put any marbles
any place you shouldn't have, did you...?

Pulver would be considered a career navy guy in my group (walter m was
in that movie too, no?)...as a staff JAG Corps dumbass, i spent my time
in newport r.i. learning how to be an occifer (mainly learning how to
drink like a navy man, and how boilers in those big boats worked...and
all that saluting stuff...and what all those stripes or stars or other
stuff on the shoulder boards meant...and, well, we won't talk about the
marching) with a bunch of other dumbass law students...class taught by a
harvard grad who was conflicted about the service and us, while in the
fog of
"gravity's rainbow". fortunately, the america's cup trials were ongoing
at the time and the country was kept safe from our idiocy and mischief
by simply diverting our attention to all the boats, blue bloods, and the
silk stocking set walking about newport. it truly was an eye-opener for
a stupid grit from the south. then did a summer in orlando taking
orders from a hardassed sob from chicago, and dodging lightning
storms...my best memories were from visits to the club juana mud
wrestling (got in trouble for fraternizing with enlisted
personnel...wtf???...not for visiting the vice-ridden establishment)...4
mos. active duty, then reserves...then discharged. it was scary i tell ya!!

did my real service as the son of a career marine for 24 years... that
was, um, interesting.

didn't ever have any marbles, literally or figuratively. still don't.

jeff (more info than necessary, i know...i think old age must make us
dribble from every opening)