I recall the somber mood and overt saddness my learning of the passing of Master Chief Wayne Mead placed on me recently.
I feel that dark funk continues to pervade my soul. It seems that my icons and heros are falling by the wayside continually as I proceed on my journey.
When I was in the Navy I was likely your worst nightmare.
I had to keep "showing my ass" to a bare minimum lest word get back to Master Chief Williamson (my daddy) and there be trouble on the homestead.
Today is Navy Day.
It is observed under the auspices of the Navy League of the United States each October 27 in honor of naval service members, both past and present since 1922.
It commemorates both the founding of the Navy in 1775 and the birthday of Theodore Roosevelt who was an advocate for sea power of our nation.
Armed Forces Day replaced it as a formal holiday in 1949 but Navy Day remains dear to the hearts of too many to be ignored.
While not a formal national holiday, many people and organizations still observe the day like me.
So that legacy of the Navy remains with me. I have tried to make amends for not being the exemplary sailor my dad was. The thoughts of my performance have followed me and caused me to participate in programs with which I might have avoided otherwise.