Damn....all this sailor talk....bubble bubble, splash splash, find the golden rivet sailor, break out the barrel ensign...its your turn

Us dumb grunts or ...what was it Bushy, oh yeah...ground pounders are happy little campers. I know they say that a second class ride is better than a first class walk eight days a week, but I never had an interest in joining the Navy. You see, if'n the ship breaks down, you can't get out and walk...its too wet.

The only one of your abbreviations and catch words that I understood was fart sack, or farter as we called it. (Speakin' of farter...the curry pie I had last night just cleared the room ...I'm impressed, but the missus ain't )

You are totally correct GJ...there are an awful lot of the military family who have gravitated to HuntingNut...just shows how much we have in common...and that we are all damn fine people.

My cousin's husband...now passed away from breast cancer (they think it may have been caused by asbestos in the subs), may he Rest In Peace, was a Submariner and another damn fine man.

Something to sit an watch whilst reminising:


Cheers, Vince

Wow!! Look at'em go!! Those weren't the submarine races I use to watch when I was younger...