“Rescue Swimmer School instructor Aviation Warfare Systems Operator 1st Class Waylon Wolf encourages a candidate to pick up his time during swim sprints in the pool at Naval Air Station Pensacola.”
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Are the shorts part of the encouragement…?
You try to be a nice guy, try to throw the audience a bone – and look where it gets you.
“Fin hard, Mister!”
Haven’t they outlawed that type of abuse at service academies and state run military schools?
I dunno, I know what encouragement looks like, and he’s just not cutting it. Now this guy:
http://conwaymagazine.com/cm/sections/memoirs/sixteen/graphics/usmc_di_yell.jpeg
He looks like he could motivate the dead.
ASM – that cracked me up ! “Show me your war face !”
ASM826 … well, my friend, if I had to choose what would motivate this old lady, I’d choose the guy with the great legs.
Marianne
Lex ~ heh.
I’m with Marianne. I’ll take the guy with the nice legs ;~)
Ya know,
I went through that crap at San Diego, and again at Jax before they moved the school to P-cola. I am proud to say I survived and graduated, but I’m not certain I’d want to do it again.
When I enlisted, I considered myself to be a damn fine swimmer. The Navy removed that thought from my mind, and taught me what it reallt meant to be a swimmer. I am indebted to my instructors for what they passed on to me, even though I often felt like smacking them upside the head with a ball bat from time to time.
They taught me to never quit, to battle through with all I had and then some. They showed me what I could accomplish, and like I said, I am indebted to them for that.
They made me proud to wear my rate.
Ah, reminds me of my Lifesaving merit badge counselor. He was a big guy, a paraplegic with the upper body of a gorilla. The test consisted of his trying to drown _me_, unless and until I made the correct move in re his perfectly-simulated manic panic.
( In general, the rule is have a good lungful when engaging, so as to be able to sink from under him and have him let go of your throat. Yep, I had bruises.)
JTG ~ My lifeguarding instructor outweighed me by a good 100 pounds (which isn’t hard to do since I’m all of 5’3″) and was really good at pretending to be a maniacally panicked drowning swimmer too.
And you’re right – drowning victims, even in the midst of panic, do not want to drown any faster than they already are so they WILL let go if you submerge as you are trying to assist them.
The other thing I learned is that an unconscious victim is a helluva lot easier to deal with than a conscious, panicked one ;~) Not that I ever had that happen…
AW1 Tim – Color me a proud graduate of the Navy’s Rescue Swimmer School as well. I went through when HC-1 ran it at North Island. At that time it was run by an E-7 SEAL who was rail thin and hard as nails. You knew PT for the day was going to be long when he came out and addressed the class thusly: “Class, someone just now remarked to me that I’m starting to look like Jabba the Hutt. I can’t let that happen, so we’re going to work off my flab today”.
An interesting four week transformation for anyone who completes SAR School.
I got my life guard certification from a Marine. He had 150 lbs on me. He was enormous. And he abused the ever living crap out of me. I was the smallest person in the class (I usually am) and he made me pull him across that pool over and over until I thought for sure I’d drown.
Then one day… the guys in my class got pissed off watching me get so abused and… they broke his collar bone during a saving technique. That took care of that…
My Dad learned out to swim at the Academy. He tells the stories of the swim instructors yelling at him to ‘get off the buoy’. I cannot imagine a more stressful way to have to learn out to swim. He made sure all his kids were excellent swimmers and on swim teams.
HeloBubba,
Back in the day I had a million dollar figure thanks in no small part to all the swimming. I still have it today, although it seems that those well-stacked blocks of bills have converted to bags of change.
I graduated HC1 SAR in August ’82. Master Chief Kaczmar ruled!
Y’all think those are nice legs? I think he looks like he’s riding piggyback on a chicken.
Y’all think those are nice legs? I think he looks like he’s riding piggyback on a chicken..
Ummm… judging sexy legs on a man is a very different matter than judging sexy legs on a woman. I’ll say no more, for fear of embarrassing myself.
Ouch! That brought back memories that I’d like to forget. I still think I’m carrying around some of North Island’s sand in my body and I still don’t think I will ever be truly dry again.
….. I was qualified as a MCIWS….. and hey, we wore much cooler shorts…….