Speaking of Submarines and their Sailors..
One of the best fights I was ever involved in was with a Submarine Sailor. I was at Barney's (an ole Sub bar in 1972) in San Diego, and I had been slamming down "depth charges" (beer with a shot glass full of tequila in the bottom of the glass) with this old Chief that was stationed on a sub. We started some sarcastic bantering back and forth about the traits of eachother's organization. Well I was winning the joking around but he was taking it personal and getting hot! Naturally I couldn't let it go so I called him a sub mariner (meaning less than and of course the adjectives are left out of this post, but most of them were four letter words), because his ship was always sinking. By this time he was fuming. Well I had to take a leak so I stumbled to the head and low and behold so did he. After I had finished I started to walk out to continue the steaming. Well all of the sudden the ole Chief yells out in his raspy voice (so every one could hear), "in the submarine fleet we wash our hands after taking a piss!" I quickly responded in the same volume, "Well we teach our people not to piss on our hands!"
Let the mayhem commence!
The Chief was a little smaller so he tore off a toilet seat as an equalizer, and started beating the tar out of my brain housing group. So I grabbed a pool cue and commenced to thumping on him. Due the booze and being hit with the butt gasket, I don't really know how it ever ended. But the next morning, oh we look like hell had released all it's fury on two poor souls. I don't think I have ever hurt that bad since. All I remember is that we woke up in Sickbay with the Corpsman stitching on us and we had some papers from the MPs to give to our Commands...
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