Dear Uncle Sloppy:
It was a steamy august afternoon. Our ship had just docked in Galveston and me and the Ensign were both so tired and sunburned we could hardly stand up. We finished unloading our cargo and turned the radio on as we sat on the wet, sea-salt stained deck of our ship. A song started playing that we both knew well and we almost simultaneously started singing along with the crackling music that wafted through the thick pungent harbor air.

We shared a brief, meaningful glance as his rough hands slowly made their way across my uniform, brushing coarsely over my chapped lips and moving through my tangled, stringy hair. One thing led to another and we shared a beautiful moment that I shall cherish forever.

That's why every time I hear "Disco Duck", I remember that beautiful summer day when I lost my ass-cherry.

Capt. Jack Antler

Dear Capt. Antler,
It is a natural thing for two Navy men to have those kind of feelings. Being stuck alone in the ocean for weeks at a time can stir up all kinds of hidden needs and desires. My advice is simple, GO FOR IT! God knows I did, and look at me now....on second thought, don't look at me. DON'T YOU FUCKIN' LOOK AT ME!!!

LOVE,
Uncle Sloppy