Dolphins
St. Johns, Newfoundland, American Territory
Dolphins’ Bar
November 3 1937
Dolphins’ Bar was crowded tonight. The latest batch of officers had just finished their qualifications at nearby Submarine Base St. Johns was here along with a sizable number of other submarine officers. As was tradition all of the officers that had finished their qualifications were brought to the Dolphins’ Bar for a rite of passage into world of being a submariner. The bar was owned by a veteran of the Great War, the silence service to be precise and had moved to Newfoundland as one of the homesteaders in the aftermath of the Great War. He had built the bar once it had become know that the USN was going to build a submarine base at St. Johns. And the bar was a hit and had become a favorite of the submariners of the submarine base. However, a mug was kept behind the bar for this event.
The mug itself was insanely large for being a mug. On the front of the mug was the insignia of the Submarine Warfare Badge. The bartender was loading up a shot of everything that was behind the bar into the mug. It didn’t matter what it was, if it was behind the bar and sold it when into the mug. Once this was done the Dolphins that had been presented to Ensign James “Jim” Smith at the graduation earlier today were dropped into the mug. Then Jim had to chug the mug and get his Dolphins by his teeth. A task easier said than done. It took a few seconds with a large amount of what was in the mug falling on the top part of his uniform before Jim had his Dolphins in his teeth. As soon as he had his Dolphins in his teeth he felt the need to pray to the porcelain gods. Only every officer who already had his Dolphins stood in his way. But once there he threw up everything he had just chugged down up and then some. At least the head had a spare uniform for him hanging there. There was some perks of being at the top of his class as the smell would get worse as the night when on.
Just as Jim was exiting the head a fellow officer from his class was having to chug the mug. A total of 23 officers had graduated today and all 23 were having to do the mug. But once done it was accepted by all other officers that they were submariners. The silent service was a critical part of the plan to defend the United States. The US was a leading power in the world and had a number of areas of conflict with other powers. Like all the Great Powers the United States had come to accept that it was a question of when and not if the next Great War would be fought. Even through the leaders of the nation would never admit that fact. Currently the world was a chess board and everyone was positioning their pieces.
Submarine Base St. Johns was one of five major submarine bases operated by the US. This didn’t mean that other naval bases didn’t host submarines but only five bases being only for submarines. Three in the Atlantic and two in the Pacific. St. Johns had been built to allow for a large submarine squadron close to British shipping lanes and get across the pond quickly. The US had learned during the Great War that submarines were a critical weapon of war and the only way to get the British to surrender was to cut off their life blood. It was how they were brought to the table at the end of the Great War.
Jim took his seat as he nursed a cold Dr. Pepper as he allowed his stomach was recovering from the chug. Jim wasn’t much of a drinker. He did like a shot of Jack Daniels ever so often, but the chug was a bit much and he no idea when he would take a nip from the bottle again after that. As he sat there recovering from the chug one of his friends who had just finished the chug took a seat at the table. “That was fucking brutal.” Marcus said.
“No shit.” Jim said as a reply. The two men had met at Annapolis and became friends. Then they decided to go into the silence service instead of going into the surface fleet or naval aviation. Well Marcus had the choice of joining the naval aviation branch, Jim didn’t. His eye sight was too poor to be a pilot so it was a choice between being a submariner or a surface officer. Jim decided to be a submariner as it meant a chance at a sea going command at a much younger age than if he would when into the surface fleet.
“So where were you assigned to Marcus?”
“I don’t know how it happened, but I got assigned to a Sugar Boat, out of Guantanamo Bay as the Engineering Officer. So I’m going home, how about you Jim?”
“A Sugar Boat? Ouch. I got assigned to the Salmon out of Guam as the junior engineering officer.”
“You are going to Guam? Lucky bastard.” Like all officers they viewed being assigned to a Pacific posting as the start of a promising career as a lot of people in the navy believed a war with Japan was highly likely. Whereas the Caribbean was a backwater in the USN. Mostly to keep the Mexicans in check, well the Reds out of Colombia, but it was still a backwater. The Atlantic was promising as well as another war with the British was also viewed as likely, but not as likely as a war with Japan.
Dolphins’ Bar
November 3 1937
Dolphins’ Bar was crowded tonight. The latest batch of officers had just finished their qualifications at nearby Submarine Base St. Johns was here along with a sizable number of other submarine officers. As was tradition all of the officers that had finished their qualifications were brought to the Dolphins’ Bar for a rite of passage into world of being a submariner. The bar was owned by a veteran of the Great War, the silence service to be precise and had moved to Newfoundland as one of the homesteaders in the aftermath of the Great War. He had built the bar once it had become know that the USN was going to build a submarine base at St. Johns. And the bar was a hit and had become a favorite of the submariners of the submarine base. However, a mug was kept behind the bar for this event.
The mug itself was insanely large for being a mug. On the front of the mug was the insignia of the Submarine Warfare Badge. The bartender was loading up a shot of everything that was behind the bar into the mug. It didn’t matter what it was, if it was behind the bar and sold it when into the mug. Once this was done the Dolphins that had been presented to Ensign James “Jim” Smith at the graduation earlier today were dropped into the mug. Then Jim had to chug the mug and get his Dolphins by his teeth. A task easier said than done. It took a few seconds with a large amount of what was in the mug falling on the top part of his uniform before Jim had his Dolphins in his teeth. As soon as he had his Dolphins in his teeth he felt the need to pray to the porcelain gods. Only every officer who already had his Dolphins stood in his way. But once there he threw up everything he had just chugged down up and then some. At least the head had a spare uniform for him hanging there. There was some perks of being at the top of his class as the smell would get worse as the night when on.
Just as Jim was exiting the head a fellow officer from his class was having to chug the mug. A total of 23 officers had graduated today and all 23 were having to do the mug. But once done it was accepted by all other officers that they were submariners. The silent service was a critical part of the plan to defend the United States. The US was a leading power in the world and had a number of areas of conflict with other powers. Like all the Great Powers the United States had come to accept that it was a question of when and not if the next Great War would be fought. Even through the leaders of the nation would never admit that fact. Currently the world was a chess board and everyone was positioning their pieces.
Submarine Base St. Johns was one of five major submarine bases operated by the US. This didn’t mean that other naval bases didn’t host submarines but only five bases being only for submarines. Three in the Atlantic and two in the Pacific. St. Johns had been built to allow for a large submarine squadron close to British shipping lanes and get across the pond quickly. The US had learned during the Great War that submarines were a critical weapon of war and the only way to get the British to surrender was to cut off their life blood. It was how they were brought to the table at the end of the Great War.
Jim took his seat as he nursed a cold Dr. Pepper as he allowed his stomach was recovering from the chug. Jim wasn’t much of a drinker. He did like a shot of Jack Daniels ever so often, but the chug was a bit much and he no idea when he would take a nip from the bottle again after that. As he sat there recovering from the chug one of his friends who had just finished the chug took a seat at the table. “That was fucking brutal.” Marcus said.
“No shit.” Jim said as a reply. The two men had met at Annapolis and became friends. Then they decided to go into the silence service instead of going into the surface fleet or naval aviation. Well Marcus had the choice of joining the naval aviation branch, Jim didn’t. His eye sight was too poor to be a pilot so it was a choice between being a submariner or a surface officer. Jim decided to be a submariner as it meant a chance at a sea going command at a much younger age than if he would when into the surface fleet.
“So where were you assigned to Marcus?”
“I don’t know how it happened, but I got assigned to a Sugar Boat, out of Guantanamo Bay as the Engineering Officer. So I’m going home, how about you Jim?”
“A Sugar Boat? Ouch. I got assigned to the Salmon out of Guam as the junior engineering officer.”
“You are going to Guam? Lucky bastard.” Like all officers they viewed being assigned to a Pacific posting as the start of a promising career as a lot of people in the navy believed a war with Japan was highly likely. Whereas the Caribbean was a backwater in the USN. Mostly to keep the Mexicans in check, well the Reds out of Colombia, but it was still a backwater. The Atlantic was promising as well as another war with the British was also viewed as likely, but not as likely as a war with Japan.