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I met up with Katie at her truck. I was on the tailgate as she came out to go on lunch. She had her backpack since she had duty yesterday. She had my other travel mug. “What do you want for lunch?” She asked. I shrugged. “I want Olive Garden” she said. “Ok, Olive Garden it is. It’s no Buca, but it works.” We both laughed. Our favorite Italian place isn’t here in Florida. We will have to settle for Olive Garden. I am not used to going to Olive Garden in uniform, but that’s ok. I wasn’t planning on drinking anyways.

We headed off base, as I told her everything that happened today, from the sailor who missed muster, what he did to miss muster, and that because of my suggestion, we have a dress uniform inspection tomorrow. And also, that if one person fails, we will do it every week, until everyone passes. She let out a breath and said I was mean. I shrugged. “Not mean, I just want them to learn a lesson. We have t