Naaah, not John D. McDonald's "One More Sunday" laying bare the absolute corruption of the teevee-preacher industry.
I mean the final boot camp Sunday of the youngest heir to the Estates of Camp Jiggleview. Tomorrow he will ensure his fellow sailors have their chance to worship with whatever congregation they prefer, attend his own services, chow down at the "noon meal," and then, I wouldn't be too surprised, finally kick back for a couple of afternoon hours.
You see, he is now a sailor rather than a recruit, according to the United States Navy. That happened sometime in the past day or two when Company 018 completed "Battle Stations," the final test, the SHTF drills aboard a mockup ship. To prove it, the Navy confiscated his blue ball cap emblazoned "RECRUIT" and handed him one announcing "NAVY."
It's a bigger deal than it sounds like. Every piece of boot camp literature I can find suggests that the new cap means his superiors -- still meaning almost almost everyone in the service -- will return to him at least a smidgen of the respect they have demanded for themselves since he was tossed from the O'Hare bus into the whale belly some eight weeks ago.
He earned a meritorious bump to E2 early in the game and may -- I don't know yet -- have snagged another to E3. Nevertheless a very junior sailor has a long row of elephant turds to shovel. We hope to help fortify him for it. Seven days from today some of the people who love him will be out there for his first actual day-long liberty call after formal graduation.
All the cheeseburgers and fries you can handle, Pardner. And I understand your dad is bringing a cigar. :)