(MA) Mature Audiences The ship is in port and the boys and me have 24 hours leave. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. We are all feeling frisky so the first stop is the harem where the first girl I see stops me in my tracks and I ask her name. "Olive" she breathes and she whisks me away to one of the rooms. After about eight minutes and a warm shower we are in the Uber to the bar where the other sailors are well on their way to Inebriationland. One gin and tonic blurs into the next and when we wake in the morning we are among the hay bails in some barn on an unidentified farm in the middle of who-the-fuck-knows where. The MPs have our number, however and we are escorted back to town in their Jeep. After a brief visit to the metal shop and the candle emporium we are back in the bar for round two. A toast to the fallen and then we kiss Olive goodnight and we are back onboard. The thing about the Navy is the spinach might be monotonous, but we work hard and play hard
