US Navy in Japan lifts travel ban on sailors
The other day we talked about the alcohol and travel ban that the US Navy had placed on sailors and Marines in Japan after a sailor was arrested for causing injuries to some civilians while drinking and driving. Well, they lifted the travel ban on the troops yesterday, but left the alcohol ban in place, according to AFP;
But in a statement Friday, the [N]avy said it lifted the base restrictions after confirming that “all sailors had received face-to-face training” from superior officers and others.
But sailors must now “submit to their chain of command a detailed liberty plan which accounts for all off-duty hours spent off base”, it added.
The statement also said that the drinking ban will stay in place until top officers “are comfortable that commands have conducted training, which deglamorizes the use of alcohol, and that all personnel fully understand their responsibilities as ambassadors of the United States”.
I wonder if commanders in the Pacific will also go through face-to-face training to “deglamorize” espionage and free hookers.
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I’d say probably not. Just me thinking out loud. Other opinions may vary.
And First, FU very much.
Hmmm…thinking back, I never thought knocking back a few kirins at some off base Yokosuka closet dive as “glamorous”…particularly while grinding my teeth over a long pressure filled 6-7 day in port work week or deployment…..I must have been living James Bond large and just didn’t know it. Now add to a current sailor’s day to day shit with this zero defect page 13 exercise in ass covering….the “L” in COMSEVENTHFLEET does not stand for leadership…
I drank me some Orion beer on Okinawa. I liked it. I had very few beers I didn’t care for. Carling comes to mind.
There were I believe 32 Admirals involved in the payola scam….maybe these moronic bas-ards would be better served going after the brass instead of some white hats knocking back a brew or two!!
And another thing…”ambassadors” who are mostly on custodial wages….you got to love public affairs officers (not)
Oh, you want my off-duty off-base itinerary?
OK, here you go.
3PM – leave work, go home, change clothes
3:20PM – On my way to the barn to shovel shit out of horse stalls
4PM – Arrive at barn, get shovel and wheelbarrow and start shoveling shit
4:30PM – Clean up and tack up horses to train for stable owner, plus my own
4:45PM – Mount up and go for pre-jump warmup on the flat
5:15PM – One hour training on Tootsie Roll
6:15PM – Clean up Tootsie Roll and put her away
6:30PM – One hour training session on my horse Doodlebug
7:30PM – Clean up my horse Doodlebug and put him away
7:45PM – One hour training session (in the dark if it’s winter) on Trekking Upward on the flat with cavaletti ONLY
8:45PM – Clean up TU and put him away
9PM – Clean tack and lock up tack room
9:30PM – head home with a stop at McD’s for a cheeseburger
10:10PM – Arrive at apartment, get a shower and hit the rack.
Weekends with no watch duty:
Saturdays:
6AM – get up, get dressed, get some toast for breakfast, hit the road for the barn and increase number of stalls cleaned, tack cleaned, and horses trained for riding school, plus giving lessons in other instructors fail to show up
11Pm – hit the road for home
Sundays: – Same schedule as Saturdays
Duplicate copies available on request.
My shore leave liberty schedule is a little more fun.
1. Take a shower and change into fresh clothing.
2. Take public transportation to the USO.
3. Enjoy the USO free food and try to pick up a round eye.
4. Take public transportation to the Hottie-San Bar.
5. Consume a quantity of local brew.
6. Pay Sally Suckem Silly 1,000 yen to do her thing under the table.
7. Replace beer spilled when the top of her head hit the table.
8. Take a taxi back to the ship.
9. Go on sick call in the morning for a shot.
I figured they want details. I did forget to add: ‘Anyone who follows me will be shot by the stable owner and eaten by her Great Danes’.
You left out quite a bit. Here, let me help:
— Hold horses for farrier.
— Emergency care for colic or wire cut horses, then assist vet when they show up.
— Tack repair.
— Moving and stacking hay.
— Giving the biannual shots to everything in the barn on four feet.
— Washing blankets, saddlebags and rags.
–Mixing feed and vitamins.
— Worming!! (Yuck!)
— …and so on, and so forth…
That was supposed to be SADDLE BLANKETS, damn that auto correct…
Well, there were also those weekends during which I helped the local hunt club I belonged to build or repair jumps for the cubbing (hound training) season and later on, the actual hunts, hounds and all.
I miss those days. That, and doing hoof trimming when the farrier couldn’t fit us in, building jumps for the riding school, and helping set up for shows the riding school was putting on, never mind braiding manes and tails for hunting and shows.
Obviously, I didn’t have nearly enough to do outside of my Navy job, right?
Does the admiral not have any staff officers or NCOs who will say, “With all due respect, Sir, this sucks.”
That would involve a spine and ruin a career so the answer is no.
It’s actually worse than that. EVERY SAILOR has to submit a liberty plan EACH DAY.
And the plan has to be approved by an O-5 or above. EVERY DAY.
Nah, this isn’t a total waste of command time.
Oh, that will be priceless.
Young Hardin would have submitte:
Alright, then. I confess – it is my intention to pick up some hookers in a local hump hump bar, raid, pillage, plunder and, otherwise pilfer my weasley guts out.
Request permission to cross your patio daddie O
Well, you see, SAE, when upper management is incompetent, it scrambles to cover its own ass by making idiotic demands of its subordinates.
Upper management, for example, won’t find it amusing if a sailor says ‘get drunk and get a bunch of zongo! crotch tatts’, because that would come under the heading of ‘immature behavior leading to events that will get the admiral fired’.
It’s like the Navy peeps used to say: the shit all rolls down hill. But we can only hope the admiral is sitting at a nice sidewalk cafe, sipping lattes, when the shit lands on him for being a micromanager.
I suppose getting dinner, laid, and shitfaced in that order is not an acceptable itinerary. Just damn. In the old days in Rota Spain, after an all night P-3 mission, we would have an unofficial crew debrief at Bennie’s Bar out back by the pool, and drink sangria at 0900.
Unacceptable. Now, you will assemble at the exit gate before you go to Bennie’s Bar, hand over your evening’s itinerary and time of return, the names of those whom you expect to meet, how much money you plan to spend and on what, and the clothes you wear, including swimwear under your crackerjacks.
It’s even more wussed now than under The Clinton Curse, you’re training for war and you’re supposed to settle for games of Old Maid and Tiddly Winks while having milk and cookies for refreshment, I LOVE MY DD214!!!
Maybe next we’ll hear Dave Hardin chime in with a lecture on the virtues of Temperance in the Military…
This reminds me of the buddy system 6th Fleet ordered for ships personnel going on liberty in the Med. Also 7th Fleet ordering no tattoos while on liberty in Hong Kong.
All it takes is a few assholes to ruin it for everyone.
Fuuuuuuck that shit. I spent 5 years (well, on and off between deployments) on Okinawa as a Marine and one thing I don’t miss is the crazy stupid restrictions because some idiot did something dumb off base. Didn’t the Marines get punished not long ago because a contractor who happened to be a former Marine did something? Welcome to Peace Time military, I guess. Glad I have my DD-214 and can drink, screw, and go everywhere I like. Next year’s trip to Oki to see the in-laws will probably involve me sitting on a lawn chair waving to all the jarheads who have to make Cinderella curfew. LOL come get me 1stSgt! Sovereign American here!
Yeah, buddy of mine is former Navy, now an English teacher at a high school there.
He was out with some of his former students in a bar in town when he saw the SP’s, pretended to panic and bolt for the door.
And who says SP’s have no sense of humor?
Sent some jap beer stateside for analysis (USMC on Oki-“66)—told me my horse had bad kidneys. I too worship, venerate, and adore my DD214.