WOG DAY 1993.. THE RITE OF PASSAGE..USS CAMDEN AOE 2

WOG DAY 1993 . THE RITE OF PASSAGE USS CAMDEN AOE 2..

   Back in the old days of the Navy.. When men were men and boys were boys,, I was ignited,, hazed,, got my ass kicked.. Just imagine a skinny ass kid,, talking shit. and when that day came... I tried to back out,, what a wuss a fucken wimp.. I talked shit but tried to back off. But one of the first classes made sure I did it.. Early that morning I had the top rack.. usually the new sailors get that.well anyways,, they woke us up at 230 or so,, and Sang get up you dirty wogs.. slim balls.. everyone got up.. I tried not.. but this muscle bound freak of a supply guy grabbed me and pulled me out of my rack.. nearly breaking my neck..in fact i was nearly knocked out. in a daze and already bleeding from the nose i had to crawl on my knees and begin the hazing.. Man it was horrible,, people pouring hot sauce, mayo, ketchup whatever on your hair , your back your pants,, we had to bark like dogs,, or sing stupid ass songs,, and repeat whatever those damn shell backs,, told us to do.. I was given special treatment, PUT  SC in big letters on my white t shirt,, SC stood for special case.. why? Because before the ceremony .. I conducted a raid on the shell back racks.. tearing them up including officers country.. yea.. pretty fucked up. But I was a rebel dog.. and to think when the day came I tried to wimp out.. But I was given special treatment. I had to go through the ceremony 3 times. I was bloodied, dazed and in great pain.. But I never thought  .. to quit,, watching my other shipmates get the treatment like licking another mans belly or having to eat spoiled food or crawl through shit.. yes real shit from the HTS.. it was a gross thing to go through and to be honest i hated those sons of bitches. so much. the verbal abuse , the physical slapping and being hit by fire hoses,, Man I had so many cuts and bruises .. that day.. that I can show you.. But I said Im going to make it.. even though they fucked with me.. every time I got to the end.. they denied me and forced me to go through it again.. and each time It felt the verbal abuse and physical hits were getting harder and harder..at times I wanted to stand up and beat the fuck our of those shell backs.. in fact I think  did stand up only to be knocked to the ground.. Maybe I got the harsh treatment because they thought I was the leader. Maybe,, but everyone in my group made it through.. on my third time crawling on the decks and smelling and eating shit.. the pecker checker ..Navy Corpsman . looked at me and said you want to quit? I said fuck no. I'm going to finish,,  I mean I went through it 3 times already,, my face was swollen I was bleeding on my face , my knees and elbows. bloodied and sore.. But finally they accepted me as a new Shell back.. and Boy was I happy.. i took off my clothes and threw them over board.. yes. I strippped down to my birthday suit, I mean all my clothes was full of shit , blood tears sweat, I didn't want that crap with me.. well after I did that those sons of bitches sprayed me down with a very cold fire hose of water nearly knocking me over board.. But it was good getting the stinky smell off me..But as we headed to the berthing , we all showered again,. getting that gunk out of hair,, and body.. it was funny.. as we laughed and giggled,, but after wards. we got to eat a feast of a meal.. lobster , steak , potatoes.. cakes,, ice cream.. soda.. I mean. it was pay back for all the shit we literally went through.. 
    That night .. a few us were on the fan tail.. as we retold the stories, of watching each other get our asses kicked.. the funniest was seeing the captain of the ship go through it too. It made us feel good the captain.. did it,, it made us feel close to him a bond,,,, like I said it was a rite of passage to go through that shit to get that card and big ass certificate.. But its the memory of that day I will cherish. and to that first class,, that whopped my ass,, Thank you,, I really needed that to become a team player.. It was a rude awakening going through that first deployment of 7 in total.. But I made it through.. and I know the New Navy.,.. lame ass .. have ended o taken the real ceremonial things away.. I know i went through the real deal.. and It made me the sailor that I became.. I know when it was my time,, to lay the whopping.. on those slimy wogs. I did.. But for that special day crossing the line and having fun with the boys.. i will always cherish that day .. It was fun and my fondest memory.. Oh yea.. We also had a wog queen ..deal. where you dressed up as female and if you were voted the wog queen you were excempt from the festivities..I know it sounds gay.. but sailors do what we have to do.. to get through deployments,, and such.. Yea we acted weird but that's what kept us sane.. Because.. Wog day in 1993 is a day I will recall with both love and hate and I hope I shared those moments with you that never went through such an ordeal.. Like I said.. Its was a rite of passage and created a bond.. and brotherhood you cant duplicate unless you went through it..
Have a great day and stay safe until my next blog!!
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