Friday, September 26, 2014

Badass Tales: Origins

Very little is know about Ensign Edmund Tweed's, Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones' and Seaman "Simple" Sailor's life prior to their enlistment in the U.S. Navy.

It was rumored that Ensign Tweed ran away from home as an 8 year old 
child and joined the circus.


Photo believed to be of Ensign Edmund Tweed while on duty as Oficer of the Deck in Tela, Honduras 


The scuttlebutt about Master Chief Bones was that he was found abandoned as a baby in an rest stop by a passing "band of gypsies" going "down the highway." Many believe that for this reason the Commanding Officer of the USS Billy Badass, Captain Humphrey Caine, deferred to Master Chief Bones and allowed him to pick the ship's "breakaway" song, "On the Road Again." Well, that, and his towering bulk.

Seaman Sailor declined to talk about his life prior to enlistment, but I have been able to piece together the following story: his parents told him he was hatched from an egg and, despondent, he subsequently dropped out of high school, went to work at a local hatchery, and joined the Navy as soon as he turned 18. 

The boys met in basic training, after they were mustered into Recruit Training Company 7809 at the U.S. Naval Recruit Training Center in Orlando, Florida. From that moment on they became inseparable "sea buddies" although they would meet different levels of success, as far as rank was concerned, in their respective naval careers. Company 7809 was commanded by Senior Chief Petty Officer Marlon Hooerhaus and Senior Chief Petty Officer Gilly Gulledge. The high-spirited boys love of hi-jinks and shenanigans is amply demonstrated by an apocryphal tale that took place during their time at RTC. 
The only time the recruits were allowed to walk was after meals. At any other time, they had to double-time it or run to their destination. One morning, walking back from the mess hall to their barracks after breakfast, then Seaman Recruit Tweed was about ten steps ahead of Seaman Recruits Sailor and Bones. Chief Buster, the CO of their sister training company was walking in the opposite direction. Tweed was skylarking and failed to notice the approaching Chief and neglected to salute him. Chief Buster wheeled about and yelled at Tweed: "RECRUIT, WHO IS YOUR COMPANY COMMANDER?" Tweed screeched to a halt, pivoted to face the angry Chief, and said: "Wha...?" Sailor swears that Chief Buster's jaw actually dropped to the ground and steam shot out of his ears. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" screamed Chief Buster. "Senior Chief Whorehouse, Sir!" quickly replied Tweed. "CHIEF WHOREHOUSE?" he asked, incredulous and with eyes bulging, "DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY, RECRUIT!" Sailor and Bones had pulled up short behind Chief Buster, and could not stop themselves from snickering. Chief Buster turned on them and yelled: "YOU BOYS THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE? DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY! WHEN YOU'RE DONE, I WANT TO SEE YOUR WORTHLESS RECRUIT ASSES DOUBLE-TIMING IT TO YOUR BARRACKS, AND PUT YOUR WORTHLESS SELVES ON REPORT!" He caught his breath and continued: "YOU WORMS ARE GOING GET YOUR ASSES RECYCLED AND YOU ARE GOING TO BE DOING PT UNTIL THE NEXT TRAINING CYCLE STARTS! NOW GET OUTTA MY SIGHT!" 
Luckily, Company 7809 was both Senior Chiefs last training company before retirement, so they went easy on the boys, and did not recycle them. The boys got away with a week's worth of extra PT in the morning and extra drilling in the afternoon, and a couple of weekends raking the obstacle course during scheduled "Coke and Smoke" time, which wasn't a bad deal, 'cause they got to spend the time working outdoors, flirting with the female recruits using the "O" course during that time.

After Recruit Training, the boys went to their respective "A" schools, where they were trained in different specialties. Then they were assigned to the pre-commissioning crew for the USS Billy Badass where they were reunited, and they continued their friendship, previously forged in the fires of Recruit Training Company 7809, under the tutelage of Senior Chiefs Hooerhaus and Gulledge.


Photo believed to be of Seaman "Simple" Sailor (L) and Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones up aloft on the mast of the USS Billy Badass.


Photo believed to be of Seaman "Simple" Sailor after being rescued in the Florida Straighrs by Cuban fisherman Usmail de las Gracias.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Badass Tales: Ego A Me Ipso Mihi Rem

The USS Billy Badass* was a highly modified and experimental one-off variant of the USS Oliver Hazard Perry (FFG-7) Class. It's official hull number was FFG(X)-1999, but its hull was painted with the number 13, which officially belonged to the USS Samuel Elliot Morrison** (FFG-13). In outward appearance, the USS Billy Badass appears as a standard, short hull, FFG-7 class ship. It was  445 feet in length overall, it's beam was 45 feet and it displaced 4200 tons at full load. Standard versions of the FFG-7 class had steel hulls and aluminium topsides, but the Badass was all steel. Although designated as a Guided Missile Frigate, the Badass carried no missiles. Also, it had a helicopter deck and twin helo hangars, but carried no helicopters. Weight savings were obtained from these omissions permitting the use of steel in the ship's topsides.

In lieu of a missile system, guns and chaff countermeasures, the Baddass carried the highly secret and experimental MK1999(X) High Energy Liquid Laser Fire Control System, otherwise known as HELLFire. HELLFire was composed of two liquid laser guns disguised as as a MK13 missile launcher and an OTO Melara 76MM cannon, a search and track and fire control radar and countermeasures system, that looked like an inverted disco ball, known as the Disco Ball.

The Ship's systems including navigation, fire control, communications and propulsion systems were all controlled by the highly secret and experimental UYK-1999(X) computer system, known by the crew as YUK. YUK was the U.S. Navy's first attempt at an intelligent system, a system that would take away much of the tedium of detection, decision making, control and execution from the crew. It was designed to be "sailor proof"***. Soon after commissioning, YUK acquired a "pugnacious personality" to match the ship's name, and the USS Billy Badass was known to make its way to whatever was the most current maritime hotspot. The ship's motto was "Ego A Me Ipso Mihi Rem", loosely translated as "I'm Making It My Business."

Propulsion and electrical power were provided by two Dynamic Electric ML-1999(X) Gas Turbines, capable of producing 31 Gigawatts of power, at the time the most powerful gas turbines produced. The turbines were designed by Dr. Emmett Brown at the Dynamic Electric BTTF Labs in Santa Clarita, California. The ship had a cruising range of 9,000 nautical miles at 30 knots and could attain speeds of 50 knots in battle override mode.

The ship carried a crew of 165, mostly engaged in cleaning, painting, security and ceremonial duties since YUK controlled most of all the other functions.

The USS Billy Badass disappeared under mysterious circumstances in 2000 during Hurricane Issac. All hands were lost except for Seaman "Simple" Sailor, who was miraculously rescued by a Cuban fisherman in the Florida Straights, and now lives in seclusion at an undisclosed location. Sailor has agreed to be interviewed by me for this series of articles about the USS Billy Badass.

*The USS Billy Badass' name was chosen by Captain John Bodine, the CO of the Nautical Systems Command Division of Ship Naming (Section 8), also know as NAUSEA OH-EIGHT. The CO was a graduate of the creative writing program at the USNA, specializing in postmodern literature. Mysteriously, he also disappeared at about the same time as the Badass.

**Samuel Elliot Morrison is not to be confused with, nor is related to Rear Admiral George Stephen Morrison, who was the commander of U.S. naval forces in the Gulf of Tonkin during the Gulf of Tonkin incident and the father of The Doors singer Jim Morisson.

***Regretably it was not designed to be chimpanzee proof, as can be evidenced in the events I related under my previous entry "Badass Tales: Sailor Proof".

Last known photo of the USS Billy Badass transiting the Florida Straights ahead of Hurricane Isaac.

(This story is solely the product of the author's mind. Do not confuse this fiction with fact or lore.)

Badass Tales: Deriving Pie

Then Petty Officer "Simple" Sailor before being busted down two pay grades for a late night unauthorized appropriation of cherry pie from the wardroom pantry of the USS Billy Badass. Sailor contends that the only reason he got written up and busted at captain's mast was that he didn't share enough pie with Ensign Tweed and Master Chief Bones. He says he stepped forward because Captain Humphrey Caine was threatening to "tear the ship apart" and use "geometrical logic" to find out "who stole the cherry pie." He claims that evidence was suppressed during the hearing. The injustice! Oh well. A couple or six beers during the next port call after completing 90 days restriction and extra duty and all was forgiven.

Correction: In a previous version of this story I wrote that the cherry pie was appropriated from the ship's galley. The pie was actually appropriated from the wardroom pantry. Enlisted men did not get cherry pie, cherries being the preserve of officer country. The ship's cooks did make fresh donuts on occasion for the enlisted men. I have been told they were quite tasty, went well with Petty Officer "Chuck' Jones cowboy coffee, and were quite invigorating during midwatches.




Seaman Sailor was asked about his guilty smile. His reply was: "I was born with that guilty smile." He also said: "My [ship's] unstated policy was to beg, borrow or steal whatever you needed to complete your mission. I can neither confirm nor deny that I was executing my [ship's] unstated policy." He then said: "That pie was screaming to be liberated from the wardroom pantry."

Seaman Sailor was asked about the availability of vanilla ice cream on the Badass. He has told me that the USS Billy Badass had a soft serve ice cream machine. It was operational during all meals, breakfast, dinner, supper and mid-rats. It was even operational during General Quarters.

Seaman Sailor was asked about the Command getting "their tightly whiteys in a knot over a little pie" and "how inconsequential" this was "in the grand scheme of things." His reply:  "At sea, on the USS Billy Badass, under the command of Captain Humphrey Caine, little things were treated with great importance, important things were treated as inessential. Attention to detail and all that.Then again, cherry pie!"

In summary, Simple sez: "this cherry pie was some pie. Unreal. Worth getting busted over. Might even have been worth going to war over it" and "the cherries were not from this world."

(This story is entirely the product of the author's mind, with bits and pieces begged, borrowed and derived from the excellent film, "The Caine Mutiny.")

Badass Tales: A Fish Story

The USS Billy Badass, executing then President Ronald Reagan's international policy, was patrolling the waters off the coast of Nicaragua, Honduras and El Salvador in the Gulf of Fonseca during Operation Shaky Spinner. The Badass was tasked with monitoring and intercepting weapon shipments between Nicaragua and the rebels in El Salvador. Apparently President Reagan's administration feared that, unchecked, communist forces would be crossing the Rio Grand and invading the USA. The Badass was at the pointy end of the efforts to prevent that from ever happening.
The Badass was barely making headway. The sky was cloudless and the sea was an indigo mirror. Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones was fishing off the edge of the helo deck, using light tackle, casting a spoon at a school of mackerel lazily swimming astern of the Badass.
Seaman "Simple" Sailor leaned on the rail beside him, thinking about eating a delicious grilled mackerel dressed with salt, pepper and lemon juice. Ensign Edmund Tweed was asleep on a lawn chair in the middle of the helo deck, shirt off, head back, mouth wide open, a string of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was trying to do something about his farmers tan, but had only succeeded in acquiring a fiery burn on his chest and shoulders. Blisters were sure to form. Getting sunburned was punishable at Captain's Mast according to the Uniform Code of Military Justice, but only if you went to sick call and it kept you from your duties. A few other sailors, off duty, also relaxed on the helo deck, working on their tans, reading books, listening to music on their Walkmans, or playing catch.
There was a sudden flash of silver in the water, a large splash and the tip of Master Chief Bones' fishing rod bent towards the water, the line stripping from the reel at an impossible rate. A second later, twenty yards astern, a sailfish jumped clear out of the water, cleanly hooked. "I think you hooked something, Master Chief" said Simple. "No shit, Sherlock" replied Master Chief Bones.
Master Chief Bones worked the fish like the expert angler he was, playing it patiently, letting it run when it wanted to, reeling it in cautiously when he could. After about sixty minutes, he had the sailfish alongside the Badass. Seaman Sailor and a couple of the other crewmen that had gathered around climbed down into one of the safety nets, line in hand. Master Chief Bones gently guided the fish through a lasso in the line, Sailor and his mates, slowly closed the lasso around the fishes' tail and hauled it up on deck. It was a beauty and quite a prize. It measured just over seven feet from the tip of its beak to its tail and weighed in at ninety pounds.
Word about the amazing feat of angling soon spread around the Badass. All the men not on duty came out on deck to admire the unexpected catch. Even Captain Caine came down from his cabin and enviously eyed the great fish. After all the excitement had abated, Master Chief Bones took down the fish and with the help of Seaman Sailor and the polychromatic Ensign Tweed, cleaned it, wrapped it in a gigantic piece of wax paper provide by the Badass' cooks, and carried it down to the mess deck to store in in one of the Badass' walk in freezers. Master Chief Bones had hoped to have the fish mounted by a taxidermist upon their return to homeport, but it turned out to be prohibitively expensive, so instead he had it smoked. Seaman Sailor enjoyed his share on soda crackers chased down with Cherry Coke. Even Captain Caine got a piece of smoked sailfish.

(This story is based on actual facts. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.)

Badass Tales: Missilex 2-82

From the logbook of the USS Billy Badass:
0635: depart Roosevelt Roads, P.R. enroute Central Caribbean for Missilex 2-82.
0700: secure sea and anchor detail.
Course 200, speed 13kts.
1800: rendezvous with USS Johnny B. Goode and USS Joe Ninskyinsky in Central Caribbean.
1825: assumed station 1000 yards astern of the Goode and 1000 yards ahead of Ninskyinsky. Set condition zebra below decks. Main deck forward clear of all personnel.
1845: Goode is Alpha Whiskey. 

1846: AC contact with Trapper01. Target in tow.
1850: STIR lock on target in tow. Weapons free.
1851: bird away!
1852: bird malfunction. Self destruct malfunction. Bird looping overhead. All ahead flank.
(Seaman Sailor standing watch in CIC on the surface scope hears the missile woosh overhead 3 or 4 times. Those not on watch and sightseeing topside rush back into the ship attempting to take cover from the imminent impact of the errant missile. The ship jumps forward as the engines respond to the signal for flank speed, but suddenly, lurches two or three times, headway is lost and the ship comes to a full stop, dead in the water. The missile hits the water about 100 yards from the now immobile ship, bounces twice and comes to rest 25 yards from the port beam.)
1855: Missilex cut short for investigation into missile malfunction.
1900: signal from the Ninskyinsky: "Badass de Ninskyinsky. Whiskey-tango- foxtrot break Nice shot break Please maintain at least 2000 yards from Ninskyinsky, over".

End of log entries.

1910: wags from various of the ship's departments gather in the Combat System department lounge to serenade the Fire Control Technicians and Gunners Mates of CS-3 division. 

(Sung to the tune of
"The Ballad of the Green Berets")
"Our FTs are something else,
They shoot missiles at themselves,
As the sailors hit the deck,
It's another vein on the XOs neck!"

(This story is based on actual events. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.)

Badass Tales: Twist and Terns

The USS Billy Badass pulled into Roosevelt Roads, Puerto Rico and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed, Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones and Seaman "Simple" Sailor were assigned to the duty section and were standing watch, Ensign Tweed was the Assistant Command Duty Officer, Master Chief Bones was the Officer of the Deck and Seaman Sailor was the Messenger of the Watch. A couple of terns were flying over the quarterdeck. Master Chief Bones pointed them out and asked Seaman Sailor: "Sailor, do you know why terns fly in pairs?"
"No Master Chief", replied Seaman Sailor, "why?"
"Well Sailor", answered the Master Chief, "it's because one good tern deserves another!"

(This story is nautical lore.)

Badass Tales: Everybody in St. Vincent Knows.

The USS Billy Badass pulled into St. Vincent, the Grenadines and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed, Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones and Seaman "Simple" Sailor ambled down the pier to the local watering hole, The Indigo Lory, and ordered some Hairoun lagers. They asked the bartender about the dreadlocked gentleman sitting in the shadows at the end of the bar. The bartender replied: "That's Joe, Joe Ninskyinsky. Everybody knows Joe Ninskyinsky!" They walked up to Joe and asked him about the local attractions. Joe said: "come with me gents. I have some business to take care of but I promise you a day to remember!" So after a couple or six of Hairoun lagers, they stepped out of the bar. Joe headed back to the harbor. A very large yacht had tied up at the pier behind the Badass. It was Aristotle Onassis' Cristina! Joe walked up the gangplank and was stopped at the top by a big burly bodyguard.
"What do you want?" he asked. "Its me, Joe, Joe Ninskyinsky, everybody knows Joe Ninskyinsky!", replied Joe.
"Why Joe Ninskyinsky! How have you been!" Said the bodyguard, "let me call Mr. Onassis, he'll be very happy to see you!"
The sailors looked at each other in disbelief as Mr. Onassis came down from his cabin, greeted Joe with a big hug and a couple of cheek kisses and invited them all aboard for lunch.
After a couple of hours, after lunch was finished and a few glasses of chilled ouzo, Joe got up, asked the sailors to come along, hugged Ari, and explained that he had some business to take care of. "No probs Joe", said Onassis. "Come and see me anytime!"
Joe said, "follow me boys!" and they stepped off the gangplank and headed to the airport. At the airport, they saw a very large airplane parked on the tarmac. They recognized Air Force One. Joe walked up to the first secret service agent he saw, and said: "can you ask President Reagan to come down? Tell him Joe, Joe Ninskyinsky is here. Everybody knows Joe Ninskyinsky!"
The secret service man was very alarmed at first, but when he heard the name, he exclaimed: "of course Mr. Ninskyinsky!"
At that moment Nancy peeked out the airplane's door, saw Joe, and said: "Joe! Joe Ninskyinsky! Why come on up for some tea and bring your friends! Ronnie will be so happy to see you!"
The sailors looked at each other in disbelief as they went up the boarding steps, and joined Nancy and Ronnie for some tea and cookies. After an hour of conversation, Joe stood, explained he had some business to attend to, hugged Nancy and Ronnie, and told the men to come along.
They walked down the boarding steps, shook hands with the secret service agents, and headed to the ferry landing. They took the ferry to Hotel Island, and were stopped by a couple of Swiss Guards in full ceremonial attire. The first guard asked them what they were doing... Joe said: "could you please get Pope John? I have an audience with him. Tell him it's Joe, Joe Ninskyinsky. Everybody knows Joe Ninskyinsky!"
"Of course Mr. Ninskyinsky, he is waiting for you, please come this way", said the first guard. "Your friends must wait here until the private mass starts."
The sailors looked at each other in disbelief as they waited at the gate with the second guard. After 15 minutes or so, the first guard came back, and asked them to come with him. They walked into a large banquet hall, and as they sat down at a table with other guests, the Pope walked out, saying "Dominus vobiscum" and right behind was Joe Ninskyinsky, saying "Pax vobis". The sailors looked at each other in disbelief. Seaman Sailor turned to the woman seated next to him and said: "Amazing!"
She said: "Isn't it though! That Joe Ninskyinsky is something else!
...
But who is the guy in the funny hat next to him?"
...
(A piece of lore provided by Tom Schimoler)

Badass Tales: Sweepers, Sweepers.

The USS Billy Badass pulled into Fort-de-France, Martinique and gave the crew liberty until midnight. Seaman "Simple" Sailor trying to sneak back to his ship after liberty had expired was spotted by Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones who ordered him to explain his tardiness. The lame explanation didn't work. "Take this broom and sweep every link on this anchor chain by morning or it's the brig for you," the Master Chief said.
Seaman Sailor began to sweep, but a tern landed on the broom handle and he couldn't continue. He yelled at the bird, but it didn't budge. He finally plucked it off the broom and gave it a toss. But the bird came right back and again landed on the handle. Over and over, the same routine was repeated. A toss, one sweep, and the bird was back.
When morning came, Master Chief Bones also was back. "What have you been doing all night? This chain is no cleaner than when you started!" "Honest, Master Chief," said Seaman Sailor, "I tossed a tern all night and couldn't sweep a link."


(This story is nautical lore.)

Badass Tales: The Old Cacique

The USS Billy Badass pulled into Tela, Honduras and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed, Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones and Seaman "Simple" Sailor ambled down the dock to the nearest watering hole, El Papagallo Azul, and ordered some Cervezas Imperial. They asked a caballero at the bar about the local attractions. The caballero, Don Pablo Cebolla, invited them to join him for the 75th birthday celebration of a local cacique at a village down the road. They downed a couple or six Imperiales, climbed into Don Pablo's troca and headed down the road. They got to the village. The village and all the villagers were bedecked in the finest of decorations. Festive music could be heard all around. The plaza was full of vendors selling fancy food and drink. At the center of the plaza was a large bohio, the cacique's abode. After hours of wild dancing and loud singing, right at the stroke of midnight, the people started to hum in unison and quietly dance in place. A ceremonial guard of four warriors carrying an ornately carved mahogany throne paraded down the main avenida to the entrance of the bohio. There, they were met by the cacique, his wife and his chief advisor. Don Pablo explained that local custom was to carve a new throne and present it to the cacique on his birthday. The old throne was taken away and stored in the attic of the bohio. The new throne was taken inside the bohio, the old one carried up the stairs to the attic as anticipated. Suddenly, a loud groaning and cracking was heard and the whole bohio collapsed in a crash of splinters and debris, and the cacique, his wife, his chief advisor, the four warriors and various other worthies were buried under the wreck. Ensign Tweed, Master Chief Bones, Seaman Sailor and Don Pablo stared mouth agape as the dust settled. Master Chief Bones shook his head and said to Don Pablo: "Well I guess this goes to show you that people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones."

(This story is nautical lore.)

Badass Tales: Maneuvers in Halifax

The USS Billy Badass pulled into Halifax, Nova Scotia and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed got assigned to the duty section and was tasked to supervise the Shore Patrol. Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones and Seaman "Simple" Sailor, on liberty, ambled down to the local watering hole, The Blue Parrot, and downed more than a couple or six of Garrison Tall Ship Ambers. They headed back to the Billy Badass. Ensign Tweed saw them weaving down the sidewalk and followed them. Every time they came to a lamp post, Master Chief Bones who was obviously three sheets in the wind, staggered slowly around it in the street and then back to the sidewalk.

"You better come with me, Master Chief," said Ensign Tweed, tapping him on the shoulder. "You're not fit to navigate."

"I'm awright," said Master Chief Bones, Seaman Sailor at his side. "I'm steering the ship right on the course. It's those posts. They come whizzing by. But I always throw the ship out of the way, don't I?


(This story is based on nautical lore.)

Badass Tales: Djibouti, Djibouti

The USS Billy Badass pulled into Djibouti, Djibouti and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed, Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones and Seaman "Simple" Sailor met a French Legionnaire at the local hole, Le Perroquet Bleu, and asked him about the local attractions. Legionnaire Couscous offered to drive them to the Grand Bara desert in his Peugeot P4 to witness the annual migration of Le Grand Oiseau de Foo, a sight not to be missed. After a couple of Bieres du Demon, Ensign Tweed, Master Chief Bones and Seaman Sailor piled into the P4 with Legionnaire Couscous and drove into the desert. On the way out to the Grand Bara, Couscous told them to stay undercover once they encountered the flock of Foo, for the Foo droppings were extremely noxious, and were known to cause immediate and severe discomfort if you tried to remove them before they dried. Ensign Tweed, riding in the back of the P4 with Master Chief Bones, smirked and said "pshaw." After a couple of hours of driving through rugged terrain, they arrived at the Grande Oasis de Verdure in the heart of the Grand Bara and stopped 100 meters from the edge of a giant flock of Grand Foos. Ensign Tweed having only an instamatic camera with no zoom, and ignoring the desperate warning cries of Legionnaire Couscous, jumped from the jeep, ran right up to the flock, and started clicking away. Needless to say, the flock took wing, and as they flew over, dropped their malodorous load right on the ensign's head. Covered in smelly merde d'oiseaux from tete a pied, Ensign Tweed once again ignored the Legionnaire's advice, and jumped into the oasis' small pond to wash it off. As he staggered from the pond, the toxins from the poop started to course through his body. By the time he had rejoined his shipmates at the jeep, the hapless ensign was leaking from all his orifices. They wrapped him in a tarp and sat him in the cargo bed and sped off back to Djibouti to take him to the military clinic at the Legionnaire's base, where Foo serum was available. As the jeep bounced away from the oasis and the great flock of Foos, Master Chief Bones yelled at the miserable Ensign:
"Dammit Sir, didn't you hear Couscous' instructions?...If the Foo shits, wear it!"


(This story is based on nautical lore.)

Badass Tales: Sailor Proof

The USS Billy Badass pulled into Livorno, Italy and gave the crew maximum liberty. The skeleton crew on duty didn't notice a chimpanzee, escaped from a nearby zoo, crawl up the mooring lines and up to the smokestack. Down the stack, it made its way into the engine room. It came across a power panel opened up for maintenance, couldn't read the warning signs, and with a bright blue blast shorted out the ship's electrical system, and plunged it into darkness.

A little bit later, Seaman "Simple" Sailor and Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones wander down with their flashlights, looking for the problem. They come upon the blackened body of the chimp. They shine their flashlights on its long, burnt arms. They look at each other. They highlight its short legs and odd feet. They look at each other. Finally Master Chief Bones says to Seaman Sailor, "Well, it's too hairy to be an Electonics Technician, the legs are too short for a Hull Tech, and there would be more tattoos on a Bosuns Mate. Call the wardroom to see if Ensign Tweed is missing."

(This story is based on nautical lore.)

Badass Tales: The Importance of Beer

The USS Billy Badass, pulled into Piraeus, Greece and gave the crew maximum liberty. Ensign Edmund Tweed, Seaman "Simple" Sailor and Master Chief Petty Officer Billy "Goat" Bones walk into the local bar, O Ble Papagálos, and order some Mythos beers. The bartender brings their beers, and Ensign Tweed's has a cockroach in it. With a look of distaste, he picks it out, flings it away and asks for another beer. The roach lands in Seaman Sailor's beer. He picks it out, flings it away and chugs down the beer. The roach lands in Master Chief Bone's beer. He picks it out and starts shaking it and yelling: "spit out my beer you miserable thieving roach!"

(This story is based on nautical lore.)