(no, it’s not Elven, it LOOKS like Elven to an ignorant hobbit who has never set foot out of the Shire).

hehehhe i like those parts as well.

It could have also been Fireman, Airman, or Contstructionman. Those three, coupled with Seaman, make up the E3 and below ranks of the Navy.

As a former Fireman, then petty officer, then fireman, then petty officer, then fireman, then civilian, I can attest to this.

“I, Neptune, in lieu of going to prison, swear to sign away 4 years of my life to the UNITED STATES NAVY, because I want to hang out with Marines without actually having to BE one of them, because I thought the Air Force was too “corporate,” because I didn’t want to actually live in dirt like the Army, and because I thought, “Hey, I like to swim…why not?” I promise to wear clothes that went out of style in 1976 and to have my name stenciled on the butt of every pair of pants I own. I understand that I will be mistaken for the Good Humor Man during summer and for the Waffen SS during the winter. I will strive to use a different language than the rest of the English speaking world, using words like “deck, bulkhead, cover, geedunk, scuttle and head,” when I really mean “floor, wall, hat, candy, hole in wall and toilet.” I will take great pride in the fact that all Navy acronyms, rank, and insignia, and everything else for that matter, are completely different from the other services and make absolutely no sense whatsoever. I will muster, whatever the hell that is, at 0700 every morning unless I am buddy-buddy with the Chief, in which case I will show up around 0930. I vow to hone my coffee cup handling skills to the point that I can stand up in a kayak being tossed around in a typhoon, and still not spill a drop. I consent to being promoted and subsequently busted at least twice per fiscal year. I realize that, once selected for Chief, I am required to submit myself to the sick,and quite possibly illegal, whims of my newfound “colleagues.” So Help Me Neptune!”

(MCPON-==Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy == THE top enlisted guy in the Navy == takes crap from no one and no ring.)

Muscles Are Required. Intelligence? Not Essential.

Also:

USMC = Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children.

(I kid! Except I don’t! My Army father taught me those when I was about seven. Later in life, I turned down a Marine for a date because “Do you know what my Dad would do to me if I brought home a jarhead?”)