I went to military college in Canada and graduated as an officer in the Navy but also as an engineer.
I can imagine no more rewarding a career. And any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile, I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction: 'I served in the United States Navy.
Shall This Continue? Join the Navy.
This referred to ships being torpedoed by the German U-Boats in the poster.
I went to the Naval Academy in Annapolis and then I went right into the Navy after that.
And then, when I went into the Navy, there was no choice. You took about half of the hours during your naval training as naval courses and the other half were engineering.
They wouldn't take me in the navy because of my glass eye. So I joined the merchant navy, who allowed monocular crew if you worked in the kitchens. You're not wanted on deck or in the engine room with one eye, but you're good to fire up the ovens and cook hundreds of chops.
I joined the Navy hoping to be submariner and ended up in the sub service aboard a tender in the Pacific.
I've been writing poems since I was in the Navy - to Rosalynn. I found I could say things in poems that I never could in prose. Deeper, more personal things. I could write a poem about my mother that I could never tell my mother. Or feelings about being on a submarine that I would have been too embarrassed to share with fellow submariners.
I am just a bit player, a seaman doing his part like all the seamen out there.
I left the Navy as a lieutenant after spending almost 10 years as a helicopter pilot.
When I was 17, I was told I had the choice of enlisting in the Navy or going to jail, so I spent the next three years in the Navy.
My father was in the admiralty and he rose to a very senior position. He was very formidable; a bit grumpy, but I loved him dearly.
I wanted to further my education, so I went on to get a Ph.D. in electrical engineering and came back and served about ten years in the Canadian Navy as what we call a combat systems engineer.
I began serving my country when I was 18 years old and entered the U.S. Naval Academy.
I went into the Navy because I love the ocean, and I am still privileged to have a place that I can go to that's by the water.
I'm glad I was in the Navy.
I spent much of my life - almost 40 years - as a military officer. My specialty was in the part of the Navy that operates ocean-going ships, and as a result, I was at sea for many months at a time.
Later, after flying in the Navy for four or five years, spending some time on an aircraft carrier, I applied to and was accepted in a program where I went to graduate school first and then to the Naval Test Pilots School.
I wanted to leave 'Eight Is Enough' for the Navy.
I got out of the Navy in 1990.
My father-in-law was a nuclear-submarine captain. My father was in the military.
My mother was the only girl in the family. One brother was District Attorney of Odessa or something; another was teaching classical languages; another was a captain of a battleship of the Black Navy; and still another was a chemist and icthyologist.
I was a Navy officer writing about Navy problems and I simply stole this lovely Army nurse and popped her into a Navy uniform, where she has done very well for herself.
I was a radioman first class in the Navy. I put in seven years. I was around a lot of admirals; I served on destroyers, cruisers, and a flat top for a little while.
Years at sea probably explains why I'm single. But every person in the military makes sacrifices.