…you might be a sailor.

By Garland Davis

If you submitted a chit for early liberty yet have no money or any place to go…you might be a sailor.

If you constantly complain about the galley food yet continually beg the cooks for seconds…you might be a sailor.

If you have visited Naples, Barcelona, Yokohama, Singapore, Hong Kong, etc. and the only sights you saw were bars and cat houses…you might be a sailor.

If you supported your shipmate so he could finish his beer and then carried his drunk ass back to the ship…you might be a sailor.

If you have the ability to sleep any place, any time…you might be a sailor.

If you carry your cigarettes in your sock…you might be a sailor.

If you complain and bitch about your ship yet are willing to fight anyone else who does so…you might be a sailor.

If you carry a wheel book in your left rear pocket…you might be a sailor.

If you have screws tattooed on your ass cheeks…you might be a sailor.

If you have pissed in the bilges or down the pit sword sounding tube during General Quarters…you might be a sailor.

If that old grandmother walking down the street was once the first LBFM you fell in love with…you might be a sailor.

If you have ever opened a San Miguel beer with your teeth…you might be a sailor.

If you are more familiar with cities in the Far East than you are with your hometown…you might be a sailor.

If you think getting a date with a girl is as simple as buying a couple of drinks and paying her Bar Pine…you might be a sailor.

If you believe in the concept that “Shit flows downhill” …you might be a sailor.

If you have ever been in the Westerner in Nasty City or Gussie L’amour’s in Honolulu trolling for Westpac Widows…you might be a sailor.

If you have ever played the game of Smiles at Marilyn’s in Subic City…you are an Asia Sailor.