Eric,
Your dad and all like him have my utmost respect and
admiration; few know the rigors of his training and active
duty regimen.
I was close to graduating from OCS in Newport in 1961, and
during one of my rare free spells, was sitting on the banks of
Narragansett Bay in late October. The wind was blowing 30-
40 knots and a DD was at anchor but pitching and rolling
at a great rate. At that moment I decided that I did not want
to be a Destroyer Officer,
There were only two ways out: UDT and Naval Air. I attended
a UDT briefing but decided against it when a wedge shaped
Lt. told us that it would be the most difficult physical training
in the world; I didn't even like to swim and was six feet, 145 lbs., hardly a physical juggernaut.
I chose aviation, thinking it would be fun and more glamorous; that was partially true but I didn't have a clue. After many
difficult training sessions it turned out that I had somewhat
of an inclination for it and I absolutely loved carrier flying;
funny how some things work out.