This happened back in the day while I was still in the navy about 25 years ago.
As a young Chief Petty Officer (senior enlisted) I was witnessing the military going through dramatic changes and placing females in more and more complex and combative roles.
By the time these "split tales" were getting to small combatant ships, the Navy, in its infinite wisdom decided that placing a few officers on board first would ease the transition, because everyone knows that a 23 old Ensign fresh from college has all the control and professionalism required to avoid any misconduct.
But we had five females on board, two mid-grade officers and 3 junior officers. How many guys you might wonder? The crew was about 285 so you can do the math of women to men ratio. Now might be a good time to let you know the average age of anyone in our military is under 30.
Introducing Miss Sara Stevens. The BARELY 23 year old checked on board about two months before we deployed and only after she graduated from college not two months prior. This seemingly innocent blonde haired beauty was quickly a focal point for most of the men.
She was assigned to the navigation department, and it's still my belief that the reason was because it only had 5 guys in that department to ogle over her, and less chance of "an issue." Also she answered directly to the executive officer and he kept pretty close tabs on her for the first couple of months.
We deploy for what started off as six months (it turned out to be eight and a half) and here I am, 28 years old and have 10 plus years of service under my belt, and I'm standing the mid-watch watch in a foreign land. (For you non-military folk, the mid-watch for us was from midnight to 0600)
This particular night, I've been tasked with taking one of these young nubile officers "under my wing" and train her in standing Anti-Terrorism Watch Officer. Want to guess who I have to "spend the night" with?
While the ship was in port, this watch consisted of standing twenty-four hours a day on the ship's bridge, and coordinating all the posted armed guards. However, as soon as the sun went down, all the lights are turned off to keep from being silhouetted, and the only exception was our flashlights with red lenses.
The first hour I had her read the standing orders and policies, and tried to instill the importance of leadership in a potentially hazardous situation. What made this all bullshit to her, was the fact that we were visiting a country that was very much our allies, and to keep from anything becoming news worthy, our host country had provided a 3 meter high double fence with armored cars patrolling inside and outside the parameters. Even my guys walking around the ship knew we were only there in case all hell broke loose and we were doing everything we could to defend the ship so this time it was a pretty slack watch.
This petite 5 foot 4 inch blonde, with what I can only assume as to having small to medium sized breasts, graduated from Florida State less than six months ago is on watch with a crusty "old" chief in the dark for the next six hours. What could possibly happen?
Assume? You might ask... What dirty old sailor wouldn't recognize the tits and ass on a sexy little minx? The kind of sailor who had never seen this officer in anything other than the working uniform, which at the time, was coveralls.
Ill-fitting coveralls did little to the imagination of what lay underneath. Nary could a curve, or bump be conceptualized. Was she attractive? No doubt about it, her face was angelic and her smile was full of sparkly white teeth. Light blue eyes, seemed to be pools of sea blue that Neptune himself could admire. She was slender and petite, that I knew from her standing next to my 6'3" - 200 lb. frame.
I digress back to the story...
