Since the thread’s still going, how about another one? This one doesn’t have so many photos on my blog, so I’ll quote the whole story on the board. If you want to see it with the photo, go here.
Nitpick…
Exercise torpedoes are designed to shut down before hitting their target. You do not want a 1-2 ton torpedo ramming a submarine at full speed.
I also have a hard time believing the time span of this story, but I’ll attribute that to normal sea story embellishment. 
The ball isn’t placed in the scrotum, but in a place that’s more effective “for her pleasure”.
Not a bad idea, I suppose, and probably common in the piercing community where such considerations are prevalent, but 7th Fleet SOP was nutsack stowage.
I wondered at that, too. Probably it did that, then reactivated after the sub left.
I was going to warn about the possibility of embellishment, but “military experience story” pretty much guarantees, shall we say, “editing factual content for narrative value”.
Here’s one I haven’t posted elsewhere, yet.
Working Medical Repair in San Diego meant supporting not only the huge Balboa Naval Hospital, but also all of the ships that pulled into port, and outlying clinics. When we got a call from a remote site, we usually sent two guys – both a senior and a junior technician. It is always good to have two people on hand when working on 150,000 volt x-ray equipment, and the junior tech would eventually be a senior tech – each repair was a learning experience.
This explains why Al and Dave were both sent to the USS Enterprise to repair the flouroscopy unit. The problem turned out to be much more complex than they thought, and they ended up working through lunch. One of the corpsmen on board took them up to the chow hall, eventually, and got them some food. They were able to find their own way back to the x-ray room, and got back to troubleshooting.
They noticed a lot of muffled activity, mainly obscure intercom calls, but didn’t think anything about it, and continued troubleshooting. Finally, long after 5:00pm, they had the x-ray unit fixed, packed up their tools, and went to leave. Stepping out on deck, they noticed something – the pier was gone.
All that activity? That was the carrier getting underway. They were stuck onboard, ostensibly stowaways, until the next morning, when a launch took them back to shore. Nobody could believe that they had missed all the announcements and activity of a ship getting underway, but they were deep in the bowels of medical, in an essentially sound-proofed room, working. Much consternation from the higher-ups, on both sides, but the weren’t punished for what was, after all, an honest mistake.
Al said the scariest part was when the Senior chief told him “I guess you’re going to have to go on the WestPac with us. We’ll try and get you a flight out from Singapore in a few months”.
Robby I know you know the difference between a fairy tail and a sea story.
A fairy tail starts off with “Once upon a time”
A sea story starts off with “Now I swear this is true”
Yeah, I know…
What the heck was I thinking in nitpicking a sea story? 
Actually, I was commenting on the alleged reasoning in certain segments of the Filipino community, including sailors, where this practice is common.
I suspect it’s so you can ‘casually’ bring up in conversation: “I’ve got three balls”. You can prove it, of course, which means that you get someones hand on your balls. If you can’t get some action at that point, you’ve got a real problem with closing the deal.
During Basic Training my bunkmate and I were on Sick Parade. They had this rule that you had to be in garrison (office) dress when you came there, but had to change back into combats before re-joining your unit.
There we were, changing, half in one uniform, half in the other- no boots, hair a mess when,
“General on the floor!”
Ahh yes, meeting my first general while in this state of dress/undress. At least in the class later he actually singled us out by name.