My church sponsored a Women’s workshop this weekend at the former Naval Training Center in San Diego. It’s now the Liberty Station community. Asked to help set up, I found myself reminiscing about my recruit and technical training that occurred here 40 years ago.
As the former Senior Chief, I expected to carry a few boxes, direct a couple younger volunteers, and drink a little coffee. Instead found volunteerism meant an ushering, security and cleanup crewmember for the minister.
But military training never leaves you behind. Planning, process improvement, kicking “lovingly” a few peers (civilians) in the behind who spent the day “lollygagging” , was all in a day’s work.
Truths, Half-truths, and Sea Stories 