In the 60's there was a Navy sailor who had for weeks been assisting in the
landing of infantry in Vietnam. The sailor was fed-up with the work on the ship.
He craved action, so he attached himself to one of the combat units and soon
arrived at Hill 248.
There was hot action and the sailor distinguished himself so that he was decorated
for outstanding bravery. But his absence was discovered back at the port. They
determined where he was and wired that he be returned immediately.
The reply from the sailor's commanding officer read like this: "Your seaman
is fighting on Hill 2' 48. He's doing a helluva job, been cited for bravery
and decorated. You come and get him because we're afraid to go up after him!""