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AS A SMALL CHILD, I remember my father, a Navy officer, taking our family to the piers. "Look at all the pretty boats, Daddy!" I exclaimed.
"Ships, Tara," he corrected me. "These are ships, not boats!" Through the years, I'd tease my father with the same comment, and he'd always reply, "Ships, Tara, ships!"
Eventually, I married a new ensign who faced a year of training before he was assigned to a fast-attached submarine. One day, when he strolled up our front walk with a grin, I knew he had received his first orders. "So to what ship are you assigned?" I asked.
His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Boat, Tara!" he said. "Submarines are boats!"
--Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Tara Lampman Boulden
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.
"Ships, Tara," he corrected me. "These are ships, not boats!" Through the years, I'd tease my father with the same comment, and he'd always reply, "Ships, Tara, ships!"
Eventually, I married a new ensign who faced a year of training before he was assigned to a fast-attached submarine. One day, when he strolled up our front walk with a grin, I knew he had received his first orders. "So to what ship are you assigned?" I asked.
His smile turned quickly into a frown. "Boat, Tara!" he said. "Submarines are boats!"
--Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Tara Lampman Boulden
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.