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Let
's
skip
M.
I.
traditions
for
a
moment
.
Can
you
think
of
anything
sillier
than
letting
yourself
be
fired
out
of
a
spaceship
with
nothing
but
mayhem
and
sudden
death
at
the
other
end
?
However
,
if
someone
must
do
this
idiotic
stunt
,
do
you
know
of
a
surer
way
to
keep
a
man
keyed
up
to
the
point
where
he
is
willing
than
by
keeping
him
constantly
reminded
that
the
only
good
reason
why
men
fight
is
a
living
breathing
reality
?
In
a
mixed
ship
,
the
last
thing
a
trooper
hears
before
a
drop
(
maybe
the
last
word
he
ever
hears
)
is
a
woman
's
voice
,
wishing
him
luck
.
If
you
do
n't
think
this
is
important
,
you
've
probably
resigned
from
the
human
race
.
The
Tours
had
fifteen
Naval
officers
,
eight
ladies
and
seven
men
;
there
were
eight
M.
I.
officers
including
(
I
am
happy
to
say
)
myself
.
I
wo
n't
say
"
bulkhead
thirty
"
caused
me
to
buck
for
O.
C.
S.
but
the
privilege
of
eating
with
the
ladies
is
more
incentive
than
any
increase
in
pay
.
The
Skipper
was
president
of
the
mess
,
my
boss
Captain
Blackstone
was
vice-president
--
not
because
of
rank
;
three
Naval
officers
ranked
him
but
as
C.
O.
of
the
strike
force
he
was
de
facto
senior
to
everybody
but
the
Skipper
.
Every
meal
was
formal
.
We
would
wait
in
the
cardroom
until
the
hour
struck
,
follow
Captain
Blackstone
in
and
stand
behind
our
chairs
;
the
Skipper
would
come
in
followed
by
her
ladies
and
,
as
she
reached
the
head
of
the
table
,
Captain
Blackstone
would
bow
and
say
,
"
Madam
President
...
ladies
,
"
and
she
would
answer
,
"
Mr.
Vice
...
gentlemen
,
"
and
the
man
on
each
lady
's
right
would
seat
her
.
This
ritual
established
that
it
was
a
social
event
,
not
an
officers
'
conference
;
thereafter
ranks
or
titles
were
used
,
except
that
junior
Naval
officers
and
myself
alone
among
the
M.
l.
were
called
"
Mister
"
or
"
Miss
"
--
with
one
exception
which
fooled
me
.
My
first
meal
aboard
I
heard
Captain
Blackstone
called
"
Major
,
"
although
his
shoulder
pips
plainly
read
"
captain
.
"
I
got
straightened
out
later
.
There
ca
n't
be
two
captains
in
a
Naval
vessel
so
an
Army
captain
is
bumped
one
rank
socially
rather
than
commit
the
unthinkable
of
calling
him
by
the
title
reserved
for
the
one
and
only
monarch
.
If
a
Naval
captain
is
aboard
as
anything
but
skipper
,
he
or
she
is
called
"
Commodore
"
even
if
the
skipper
is
a
lowly
lieutenant
.
The
M.
I.
observes
this
by
avoiding
the
necessity
in
the
wardroom
and
paying
no
attention
to
the
silly
custom
in
our
own
part
of
the
ship
.
Seniority
ran
downhill
from
each
end
of
the
table
,
with
the
Skipper
at
the
head
and
the
strike
force
C.
O.
at
the
foot
,
the
junior
midshipman
at
his
right
and
myself
at
the
Skipper
's
right
.
I
would
most
happily
have
sat
by
the
junior
midshipman
;
she
was
awfully
pretty
but
the
arrangement
is
planned
chaperonage
;
I
never
even
learned
her
first
name
.
