Huh, I thought this thread would be about goats…
Putz!
Well, maybe that fine girl, Brandy, is still working in that pub where you left her all those years ago, you cad.
Well, I for one and somewhat pleased to guess correctly what the Chief’s topic was before opening the thread.
ChiefScott
I’m sorry to hear you’re leaving the Navy after your next tour on shore. The Navy will be a poorer organization for the loss.
So, have you planned what you’re doing next?
-Doug
good one, finagle, but its obvious that the chiefs 'my life, my love, and my ladyyyy, is the sea." (DOO doo doo doo, DOO doo doo DOO)
Hey, ChiefScott,
That salt will always be in your veins, and the sea your lover. (Don’t tell the current babe about that, they never understand.)
Fair winds, following seas on the Shore Duty. Wow, sleeping in, having your choice of movies, a beer in the hand at 1631, wearing civvies every evening (that tie-dyed shirt, no less). Could be rougher.
When you face the OOD and request permission to go ashore that last time, I’ll be feeling for you. If you haven’t already done it. Remember the weather is warm, the beers are cold, and the women don’t wear much down here in SoFla!
“You can’t wring the seawater out of a sailor; it can’t be done.” Rear Admiral Ronald J. Kurth U.S. Navy, 1989
ChiefScott, I retired ten years ago and I still miss it. You always remember the close knit community of chiefs, the fun times, the new places, the new faces, the rewards of actually doing things that have a positive impact.
You forget the not so good things, missing and worrying about your family, standing 12 hours of watches a day and then working 8 hours of your regular work, no beer for the next six weeks and a hundred other problems.
The transition into the silly villian life is no harder than anything you have endured becoming a chief. You take the good with the bad.
Ah Chief, think of all of the memories and knowledge you have garnered over the years.
Navy men never go anywhere alone. That is why there is no single seated Navy jets. 
I can picture you owning your own little vessel to sail the 7 seas in.
Ah yes and the Navy only owns boats. ::deb ducks and runs::
From the Naval Institute website –
Here’s a great shot of the Eisenhower, and an even better one
Sail on, Chief! From us landlubbers, thanks for sticking your neck out and keeping us safe.
Paul
As a friend who has watched the Chief walk on and off that ship, I want to say thank you Scott for the many hours you gave to all of us. I know first hand the hard work and dedication you put into your job. I know in time you will leave our area, but you will never be forgotten. I hope your final tour will be a memorial one. I want to thank you for the great times shared, the stories told, the tour of the great IKE, but most of all your friendship. Many of you people out there don’t know the Scott I know. He really is a hell of a sailor, a man, a son, and the most wonderful father I have ever known. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me and wherever the wind might take you, remember the Girlbysea…
I’m sorry that my puter ‘issues’ this weekend kept me from seeing this sooner. Scott, you have been a good friend, a silly jokester, an oversexed, horny son-of-a-gun, but you have always been yourself; and that means being a sailor.
She’s in your blood, never fear; and you’ll find yourself at the oddest times missing the sound of a wave crashing against the side of your ship, the clang of a metal hatch, the smell of the briny deep, the sight of the early morning sun glinting off the watercaps, and many more things. Yet, knowing you, I believe that you’ll find your own way to stay close to your love. For the sea is a jealous lover, and won’t let you forget her for long.
Be well, my friend. As I know you will, stand tall and proud, and walk straight ahead into your future. You’ll do great at whatever life as a landlubber has in store for you, I have no doubt.
{{{{{{ChiefScott}}}}}} kiss
Looking forward to your posts about being on land, and on how much you miss the surface you’re trying to walk on moving beneath you. I wonder how long it will take you to fully realize that the ground won’t move under you? <Unless there’s an earthquake, of course! wink>
- hello, GBS!
- welcome home, sailor
- Hi Opal!