Just out of UNTC, San Diego, in X Co., Long Beach Naval Station, waiting my ship to come in, literally. The base was secured and buttoned up with Marines dashing here and there, for what I don't know. As I recall I overheard a conversation between two of the Co. Master at Arms. I don't recall I was ever directly told nor was I given anything to do out or the ordinary. Ordinary was hanging out and waiting for the ship.
Scamp
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