Chuckman
Senior Member
I found a CD with a bunch of pictures from Navy officer school (AKA, knife-and-fork school), Pensacola, Florida, Aug-Sept 2004. I have a shitload of pics, only putting up a few.
In front of our barracks for a morning formation and probably inspection.
Another one, but in our whites.
Looking down the street, the bay to our backs, OCS to the right, our classroom on the left behind the F-18, and NACS (air crew school) immediately to our right.
Typical classroom session. Always yawning or drinking coffee. It was easy, but the days were long, 20-hours days.
Yes, really, knife-and-fork school. This lady taught etiquette. We would have a chance to practice it a few days later at a dining-in.
Damage control training. One of the few areas of training you get regardless of rank or job. The guy who taught it was stationed on the USS Cole when it was attacked. This room would fill up chest-deep with multiple holes that needed patched and plugged.
Gunnery Sergeant "Gunny" Williams. Generally an amiable fella, he turned right nasty when we were too slow, which was far too often.
Class pic in front of the F-18
Gunny Williams, again. The man was harder than woodpecker lips.
In front of our barracks for a morning formation and probably inspection.
Another one, but in our whites.
Looking down the street, the bay to our backs, OCS to the right, our classroom on the left behind the F-18, and NACS (air crew school) immediately to our right.
Typical classroom session. Always yawning or drinking coffee. It was easy, but the days were long, 20-hours days.
Yes, really, knife-and-fork school. This lady taught etiquette. We would have a chance to practice it a few days later at a dining-in.
Damage control training. One of the few areas of training you get regardless of rank or job. The guy who taught it was stationed on the USS Cole when it was attacked. This room would fill up chest-deep with multiple holes that needed patched and plugged.
Gunnery Sergeant "Gunny" Williams. Generally an amiable fella, he turned right nasty when we were too slow, which was far too often.
Class pic in front of the F-18
Gunny Williams, again. The man was harder than woodpecker lips.
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