Originally Posted by
FrontierGibberish
15 years old on a night out in Plymouth is terrifying. For everyone concerned!
I still have my Dolphins in a drawer somewhere. I did two consecutive watches on top of the fin at night when the boat was running on the surface, as dogsbody to the officer on duty up there. I had my nav so was able to be of actual use, but I was only up there for all those hours ducking the gophers because it was one of only two places on the boat you could smoke. When I came down to the wardroom, sodden, the XO and others there lined up and he said something like: "Obviously you're not a submariner, but we've decided you are stupid enough to be a submariner", and then they presented me with a set of Dolphins in a glass of rum. They were a great bunch, except when playing uckers, when they were without doubt the worst bunch of timber-shifting bastards I've ever met.