Even though the guy was a submariner (a previous commander of the USS Pennsylvania), he decided to have his ceremony right under the replicas of the Blue Angel jets flying in the Naval Aviation Museum. Hey, when in Rome . . .
|If you look closely, you can see the Dolphins on his chest|
|B is on the left|
Sorry some of those pictures are a bit blurry--I was actually standing at the back holding a squawking infant in one arm while taking pictures with the other!
|B was the lucky one who got to hand it off to the Captain. He told me it was because he was the shortest, as they were in height order.|
During the ceremony, the MC read a brief timeline of the Captain's naval career. He was commissioned a week before I was born in 1984, and for whatever reason, that was just really neat to me. Actually, at the party that night, it was mentioned that it was my birthday, and the Captain asked me (slightly joking) if I was 22. I said, "Nope, I'm the embodiment of the length of your naval career--this is what 28 years looks like," as I leaned into my husband and my baby. "Looks pretty good, right?"
|Yep, it looks VERY good. :)|