First, a few things to level-set:
- Chris was not a particularly great swimmer prior to joining the Navy. None of us were; we were poor kids growing up in a housing project, so our options for swimming were pretty much limited to free public pools and whatever we could experience in summer camp (which, because we were poor kids growing up in a housing project, were somewhat limited).
- Chris never expressed any interest in the Navy, in sailing, in anything even remotely maritime.
- As far as I know, outside of maybe once during a summer vacation to Atlantic City (P.G.=Pre-Gambling, when AC was just this decrepit, decaying shore town), none of us spent any appreciable time on boats.
- I don't know of any relatives who served in the Navy. Our father and his brother both served in the Army (one as a medic, one in the Army Air Corps during World War II), but I know of no one in the Navy.
As best I can recall, Chris knew he wanted to join the armed services upon graduation from high school. My best guess is that, for him, the Army was too common, the Air Force was boring (and they don't let kids just out of high school fly planes) and the Marines offered only one real job opportunity, namely killing people. I suspect that his friend Tim was also involved in this decision. Anyway, after meeting with a Navy recruiter and being given quasi-graphic descriptions of what certain women will do for money in the Philippines, well the decision was made.
About the only time I had ever heard of my brother Chris actually being humble was to be found in his letters home from basic training. Whatever they did, they did it well, because the process of basic training (which for Chris was in Great Lakes) literally broke him down and re-formed him. Someone who had been undisciplined was suddenly just the opposite. Maybe that large Hispanic drill instructor yelling "Ricky Recruit" at him the top of his lungs to do with that state.
Here's where the story gets just a tab bit odd (well, make that "odder"): My brother opted to train to become a medical corpsman. Note that Chris expressed zero interest in anything medical. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. He liked cooking, so I had thought that maybe that's where he would land, but no, it was medical stuff. In later years, while likely under the influence or coming out from under the influence, Chris would describe how horrible some of the visuals he saw in his medical career, and while sorting out fact from self-dosed pharmacology may be somewhat difficult, I do believe that Chris saw some difficult visuals in his service.
Here's where I get to throw in yet another contradiction: My brother Chris never served on board a ship. Yes, a sailor who never actually sailed. Instead, his service was spent between Norfolk, Virginia and Camp Lejeune in South Carolina. In talking to Chris over the years, I never got the impression that the stint in Norfolk was all that memorable from a career perspective. Personally, that's where (I believe) he met his first wife, but job wise, it seemed to be something of a yawn. He did, over the years, talk quite a bit about Camp Lejeune though. By way of back-story, the Chris of the mid-1980's was very physically fit, and since being a medic with the Marie Corps required being able to keep up with said Marines, that part was a lay-up for him. Other random tidbits from Chris during this time of his service included:
- Squid - Apparently this was the preferred insult dished out by Marines to sailors such as Chris.
- Shot in the Butt - When asked, Chris said that his stint with the Marines mainly consisted of giving Marines penicillin shots. And not for random cuts and scrapes, if you know what I mean.
- Chiggers - When asked about the worst part of Camp Lejeune, other than the heat, Chris would always talk about chiggers...and having to dig them out. You can read more about them HERE.
After leaving the Navy Chris never displayed any interest in working in the medical field. Instead, Chris ended up in government service...with the Postal Service, Veterans Administration, and Office of Mine safety. I honestly don't think any of that work actually interested him all that much; after all, his work at the VA and Office of Mine Safety was in maintaining computers, and even I knew more about computers than Chris ever did. What did interest Chris, and what he did as side jobs (and one full time gig while living in New Jersey) for virtually all his life, was cooking. My brother loved to cook.
In a life full of contradictions...a man who was a pro-abortion, anti-established religion "conservative"...the non-academic who never the less earned his college degree...a tough guy who simply loved cats and adored kittens...my brother never the less embraced all of what he did with enthusiasm. He was, by every measure I've heard, exceptionally good as a medic. As a cook. As a postal carrier. Even as an IT guy (although I still think I knew more about computers than he did).
Somewhere in New Jersey: The unlikely sailor
having earned his college degree,
with his mother, daughter Miranda, and brother Rich.