This title, Navy Grass, was taken from my own experience in boot camp while I, Bob Whited, was still a seaman recruit. I was leaving the Chow Hall to find my company and tried to take a shortcut through some gravel to get there faster. Instead, I was caught by the duty master-at-arms and was told that "the gravel that you walked on was Navy Grass." He said that "in order to free you to return to your company, you should at least apologize to this Navy Grass." He made me get down on my knees and apologize to Mr. grass, which I did. He kept saying, "Louder, I can't hear you."
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