The good ship Emmaus hit port this morning with an abnormally high population of squids involved. It was full battle group as we had a SWO-daddy, a wop wopper, a per diem Poseidon’er and even a bubble head. With a couple of civilian Judge Advocate General types and a money-man in town we hit the best liberty port in Hville.
As the sewage scowl made fast alongside the Bux, the crew of liberty hounds received a brief which forbade them from heading to the gut, and warned them of a wide array of diseases they might contract in the back alleys of everyone’s favorite liberty port of Birkdale. Thus warned, the crew of scallawags disembarked and commenced to tear up the town.
In direct disobedience of our liberty briefing we headed directly for the gut (or at least we did some LBC’s for our guts), found some beautiful foreign girls (or at the very least we did some curls for girls), hit the best bars in town (or at the very least we stretched our legs on some barres in town), and did our best not to be typical ugly Americans (or at the very least we did a bunch of ugly ‘Mericans).
We returned to our anchorage in a sweaty run, barely making our return-to-ship curfew… indicating a good time was had by all.
The town smelled like a typical liberty stop, so we adjourned across the way to touch on the fundamentals since it’s training camp season. There we said and heard things that would get us counselled, mentored and most-likely fired out in the real world. Having let it all out in a safe setting, we headed out to be productive members of a blessedly free society.
It was a good Emmaus morning, and there was much rejoicing.
goat sends.