WHAT IS A SEABEE? Between a Soldier and a Marine there stands an individual called a Seabee. Seabees come in assorted sizes, shapes and weights, but all have the same code: to enjoy every second of every hour of every day, whether at work or at play, and to protest by griping (their most beloved privilege) when issued an order. Seabees are found everywhere: on top of, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or more likely than not, turning to. Mothers and Sweethearts love them, Fathers are proud of them, Brothers look up to them, Sisters admire them. Airdales hate them. Company Commanders tolerate them, and Chief Petty Officers drive them. A Seabee is a composite, he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-sized atomic bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the slyness of a violin, the enthusiasm of a firecracker and the spirit of a fighting cock. He likes: liberty, leave, holidays, weekends, girls, chow, beer, movies, gedunks, swimming, pin-ups, sleep and comic books. He isnt too hot for: duty nights, watches, taps, reveille, routine discipline, officers, drills or secured heads. Nobody else is so early to rise without actually wanting to get up. No other person gets so much fun out of liberty or Shore Patrol. No one can have so much fun on so little money. A Seabee is a magical creature: you can chew him out but you cant get the work done without him: he is dirty, unpolished, unkempt, often overbearing and sometimes reluctant.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 21:33:03 +0000
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