I was recently catching up on Lawdog’s files and it jogged some neurons in my gray matter. I made HT1 again. I am again called on to lead and train sailors in the finer arts of Navy Stuff. One of my favorite Petty Officer First Classes told me that I was his hero for making HT1 twice. That alone was worth the price of admission. Every Friday we do cadence runs, also known as “Pride Runs”. Unfortunately, all the cadences I know tend to leave peoples skivvies in a dog knot. Pocket Monkey is about to graduate from second grade, and we have a school function to attend tomorrow. As much as I wish I was in Chicago, the Pacific Northwest has some serious fun to be had.
We are taking Pocket Monkey’s Cub Scout Pack camping this weekend. As an Eagle Scout, I try to abide by the BSA 10 essentials for going outside. When Mrs. Snipe saw me buying a First Aid kit, she began to have a mini panic attack. I explained to her that any group of 8-10 year old boys was bound to encounter a scraped knee or two. My coworkers whole heartedly agree. When filling out the leader/chaperone form, I asked if Navy First Responder counted for anything. I was informed that if I was trained to patch a bullet hole, anything the boys might encounter would be easy pickings.
Speaking of Cub Scouts, I am one of the younger leaders in the group, along with a guy from the National Guard. As you may recall from the Good Samaritan post, I work pretty well with Army guys when the need arises.
Pocket Monkey is fixing to become a Bear Scout. I am warming up my ghost stories and other camp fire stories for this trip. I LOVE to camp. Mrs.. Snipe wants to bring the air mattress, but I consider that cheating. I learned how to use a pine tree and a poncho for a shelter. More to follow after the fact. Fall out and carry out the plan of the day.