As some of you may know, the navy’s advancement list came out shortly ago. For all the brand new E-4s, there is a class they must sit through, called PO Indoc. The First Class Mess generally handles this. I volunteered to instruct “The Petty Officer’s Place in Naval History.” It is the last unit and designed to make them proud to be Petty Officers. I realized today what kind of noncom I am. There are the good, the bad, and the other. I was rocking out to Trent Tomlinson in my truck as I finished my lunch and one of my “sea sons” came over to BS with me until the class resumed. There are some PO1’s nobody wants to go near. We had a barbecue this weekend and a bunch of my roommate’s sea children were present. As we meandered into the lobby all of the HTs there came over to shoot the breeze for a minute. The fact that a dozen-ish brand new HT3’s aren’t afraid to come over and talk to me made me feel pretty good. I guess and hope that makes me one of the good HT1s, in the model of Sergeant Big Tobacco, whose blog is apparently defunct.