Cynthia Shenette) This is a fun, casual photo of my dad, Henry Shenette (second on the left) and his navy buddies. It's also probably a pretty tame depiction of shore leave activities. My mom told me that at the end of a particularly rowdy shore leave the Shore Patrol would round up all of the drunken sailors, put them in a big net, hoist the net on board, and dump the sailors back on deck. My dad had a couple of fairly prominent tattoos gained during his navy days. My mom once asked him if he was sober when he got them. She said he didn't answer the question, "He just got mad." She took that as a no. Oh and you know the old saying, "swears like a sailor?" It isn't just a saying. Let's just say what my dad lacked in accuracy, he definitely made up for in creativity.
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