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Navy Restriction

After I got in trouble I got to spend a couple months in restriction. 60 days was as much as they could give me, and so that is what the ordered length of stay was. I feel like I cheated the system because they were too stupid to do math and I only had to do 59 days. While I was there I met a gaggle of interesting people. It was a nice cross section. It was like one large family with all kinds of different quarrels. There were a few kids willing to do anything at about any given time in there. I had never went to it, but from the way they spoke it was an awful lot like juvenile hall. I do not intend to have any further intercourse with the us justice system.

There were the kids who spoke about nothing but doing drugs. There were the kids who to this day claim their innocence, and then there were the true winners. The most prized possessions in the navy, the kids who got there without even doing drugs. One of the kids who was there for weed asked me what I was there for, and that was the first time anyone had ever respected me for doing drugs. He said, "look at it like this, if you didn't do drugs, think how fucked up you would have to be to be in here." We were definitely a colorful bunch.

Sending a guy to restriction looks bad on the guy going, and even on his chain of command some. There is a very much in house policy in the navy. It works two fold, it allows your chain of command to punish you for wrongdoing, and it allows them to deny knowledge of any problem since no outside source can confirm it.

One kid in there stunk ... bad. Most people used a laundry bag to set their dirty clothes in, not him. He stuck them in the drawer. He was so gross that he would take his shirt off, polish his boots with it, then throw it back on. The worst part of that is that he saw absolutely nothing wrong with the motion. He constantly sweated, but never lost a pound. He wasn't pair shaped, he was a pair. He had a secret for maintaining this shape, when they performed an inspection they found about 10 cookies in his stuff. One night some of his open bay roommates took his stinky drawer of clothes and threw it in our room. It hit us like the worlds largest stink bomb. We used brooms and things to shove it back into their room, and even threw some of the clothes on the bed of the kid who brought them over to our room.

Another kid was somewhat annoying, but I gave him a chance because nobody else would. He was a friend of pair, but his underwear were anything but white. Huge stains ... gross. One kid took his dirty underwear and put them under pairs pillow. Pair was so gross that he slept all night without even noticing.

Our exercise routine was a joke. My first opportunity to exercise was over a week after I arrived there. When we did start to exercise, it was during chiefs initiation. Of course we went out near the chiefs so the first class mess specialist (one rank below chief) could include us with all the people on mandatory physical training that didn't show up. There were around 70 people on his roster, and on average he had about 5 show up. We spruced up his numbers so we were great. He had some form of routine to this stupidity, but he even let that shift so we could jump behind the chiefs and run. We did stretches for about 30 minutes, only having time to run about 3 laps around the track near the baseball fields. At points I would start walking, not because I was tired, exhausted, stressed, exerted, but because it was so slow that it was hurting my legs and it was easy to walk, not speed walk, but walk that speed. At the same baseball fields they buried mines, a few months later they recognized they are coming up, and will now not let people play on the fields.

As restricts we would have to march back and fourth to meals, wearing stupid road guard vests. The navy wanted to use us as advertising for what happens when you do the wrong thing, and they are the ones who gave me the idea to design t shirts.

There were a few really good guys who worked there, but most of them were dirt bags. If you were really committed toward advancing yourself and doing the best you could for the navy, then why would you be working out of rate in a brig house ... you wouldn't. I remember one of the guys was such a dirt bag that he only stood 30 minutes of his weekend duty. Certainly that is enough to land one in restriction, dereliction of duty, unauthorized absence ... but no. He was still part of the system so he was infallible. I was an offender of the rules on one of their inspections. I had more than 3 books, so they took all my books. Some of my books never returned and that is ok because it is organized crime. I am sure whoever stole my Jackie Robinson biography probably feels like shit anyway.

While in restriction I viewed 2 open captains mass ceremonies. As a joke I call it a ceremony, because when the ass holes punish you they write that you are awarded a reduction in rank, verbal admonishment, half months pay for two months, and 60 days restriction. I always maintained that I did not want any awards, good or bad.

The second mass consisted of a kid who ignored all rules while in restriction getting punished for another 45 day sentence on his last day of a 45 day sentence. He deserved it too, but that CO had to hold it as an open mass. I think that is incredibly horrible shit to punish people in public. That kid was amazing. He was white and tried acting like he was black by always using the word dawg. If the word coming out of his mouth wasn't dog, it was roll. I think he was at least half full of shit, but he made it sound as if he had taken enough ecstasy to kill off a small village, and he let everyone know.

The CO talked about how he was at a funeral of another shipmate, earlier that day. He then said how he saw how the deceased had earned the respect of his piers and how great it must have been to work with him. He then preceded to say it was ironic that a person such as that should die and he this kid stands before him wasting every opportunity presented to him.(he essentially inferred that the kid at mass should have died) He then said how he never had a chance to meet the other kid. To not know either of two people and to tell one of them that they should be dead due to a lack of conformity in your system as presented by another person is quite possibly the dumbest, most close minded thing I have ever seen. That was a defining moment in my naval career.

Around the time I was standing watch about 2 days before I came to restriction somebody drew a naked picture of the squadron legal officer in a log book. They tried to pin it on a kid that was getting out of the navy that day. If he went underway his wife was going to take off, ... ... ... he smoked weed and got out. On his last day in they held an open mass to scare all of the new kids and show them what happens to bad people on the way out. I am not much of a fan of ignorant authority. The captain asked each of 6 of us if we would like to make a statement beyond our written one. Everyone said no until he got to me. I said, "I know my word does not mean that much at this point, but I know he would not do anything like that."

In doing that I made it harder for the commanding officer to punish him. Later that same CO had the kid that was charged write her name in a book. It looked somewhat similar, but it was not the same. After telling him that it looked allot like how her name was written earlier he had the rest of us that were standing watch write her name one after another. None of them looked much like how her name was written before.

The CO asked what he was supposed to do then. Out of the over 60 people in attendance I was the only one that had an idea. I asked if I could make a recommendation, and the CO said I could make a statement. I said sir, why don't you compare the handwriting specimens you just received to those you received in our prior written statements.

He, being ignorant, asked for what to prove all of your innocence.

I said no, whichever one of my shipmates had their handwriting change the most between what they just wrote and what they wrote earlier is the one who is lying to you.

He couldn't openly discount what I said without sending the message that enlisted people do not matter in front of all the new sailors awaiting to go to their boat. I knew this, and he knew this, so he did a half assed glance to appease me. He couldn't let me be right, that would mean the system is flawed, and this 22 year old drughead restrict is smarter than the CO. Beyond everything else, what my actions did was show more than sufficient doubt to where the CO knew he had to let the kid off. I did that.

I figured after the CO left the dumb yes men chiefs would try to say something to me, but they didn't. They knew that I knew that they knew ... I had more balls and am smarter than they could ever be. I have chosen to use my mind vice feed it to a worthless system of hate and destruction (for the greater good).