tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542837554942905933.post3677865158924221928..comments2010-12-12T21:33:51.248-08:00Comments on Bill's Vignettes: The Barracks Are on Fire!Willard (Bill) Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01330468063056317549noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542837554942905933.post-13892112394360510722008-08-12T20:31:00.000-07:002008-08-12T20:31:00.000-07:00The old joke is that if you want a good paying job...The old joke is that if you want a good paying job, hire on at McDonalds, not the Navy.<BR/><BR/>The Navy was more fun though. I never had a complete uniform kit after boot camp. I took off about 15 pounds in boot and put them right back on during sub school and A school, so none of the boot issue ever fit right. For special details I just borrowed what I needed. 99% of the time I got away with dungarees cast off by shipmates as they mustered out. I had my own little red laundry marker and DC stencil. The XO hated that but it was regulation and the CO thought having a ragamuffin QMOW was a riot. He liked my WWII issue foul weather jacket a whole lot. Very salty.reddoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15823251385710299262noreply@blogger.com