I have told this story more than once, but a search indicates I haven't told it on my blog, so here it is:
My career in the Navy (January 1981 - June 1982) was not my finest hour, much less the Navy's, but it had its moments.
One was when I was crossing the grounds of the Naval Regional medical Center at Portsmouth, Virginia, and saw a person approaching. My thoughts were, approximately,
Officer approaching, will need to salute . . .
She's a Captain, better make it look good . . .
She's a Line officer [i.e., not a lawyer or a nurse, but a "real" officer, the kind who commands ships], that's interesting . . .
In order to have risen to Captain as a Line officer, she must have either been one of the first ever commissioned, or else have risen quite rapidly through the ranks. In either case, she must be something pretty special . . . .
I gave her the smartest salute I had in me.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "She deserved it."\\
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