On one [Navy Shore Patrol) patrol my partner, who wasn’t much bigger than me, and I were pulling this hulk of a swabbie up the gangplank of a destroyer when all of a sudden he bolted and fell over the side into the water. The Officer of the Deck was an Ensign who said to leave him there because they had something to fish him out with. Apparently he did this every time he went ashore. As we were leaving someone had moved a hoist to that side of the ship and the swimmer was being brought aboard.
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