Yeah, Paul. He was actually a 1LT in Nam. Fought on Hamburger Hill. Joined the Reserves years later and was indeed the oldest living E5. The Seal took the gov money to haul his sailboat across America and then sailed the damn thing the the Panama Canal. Pocketed about $7,000.
Yep, those are the ones! Speaking of great beer stories....you remember the great boat fiasco at that instructor's house? He made the mistake of letting one of the students house sit for him while him and his wife were on vacation.
You remember how Greg the Seal had his dinghy stolen? He was living on that boat anchored in the bay, and he'd row a dinghy into the CG dock to come to class.....and somebody stole it. So he was swimming back and forth to his sailboat. Meanwhile, he was building his own rowboat and using (he assumed) one of those empty garages on the presidio.
Anyway, the instructor and his wife left, so Greg immediately conned the dude watching the place into letting him build the boat in his garage, as the MP's had informed him the empty garage on post.......wasn't and he had to vacate.
So Greg moves into the intructors garage with like 20 gallons of fiberglass resin and this partially built boat. Meanwhile, we have a big ass party in the house, got licqoured up, and started making tiedye t-shirts. Naturally, the instructor and his wife come home early....and there's a 1940's MASH ambulance in their driveway, a homemade boat in their garage, fiberglass resin everywhere, and the house is full of drunk soldiers, empty beer cans and overflowing ashtrays. Tiedye shirts hanging all over the place, and the washingmachine is plugged up and tiedye water is everywhere.
It was epic.
Then there was the time Paul and I rebuilt this old outboard, fabricated a mounting bracket for this little walmart inflatable raft, and took it out in Monterey Bay to fish. Paul snagged the side with a hook and it started losing air, and then we got caught in the tide off Lover's Point. Sombody called the coastguard, and they come out in this rescue boat........Pauls pumping away on this cheap plastic airpump that came with the raft......I've got the cover off the engine trying to get it going because a wave swamped it......and between us is a big ass icechest full of Heineken. The CG dudes were shaking their heads. We made it back under our own power though.......got to shore on that little beach next to the rocks and cliff with the swimming pool.
Then there was the time we rolled Pauls VW van...........and the time a bunch of us went on sick call and went to the Grateful Dead concert.......
Oh man, you've opened up a flood of old memories!
Now that I think about it.......weren't you the one that got flashed by that chick during PT along the beach one morning?