The Filipino Mafia

KPEngnr90

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For all you newly commissioning SWO's USNA, USMMA, NROTC, The Filipino Mafia is your friend. Get in good and use their services to your benefit as a division officer. Your career as a SWO will thank you. Piss them off at your own peril and your life could be a seagoing hell. PSA
 
... so just some anecdotes.

*Last summer's 3/C cruise, DS texted me in Tagalog. Ok, what's going on? He informed me that Sailors from USS Daniel Inouye were teaching him. He speaks Russian and Chinese. I oftened score a 2/2 on Tagalog and could not crack those deep poems from the 19th Century.

(In response to a deleted post about balut).

*Balut. It's an acquired taste. If I'm in a specific geographic area, I eat balut with puso (steamed 🍚 rice wrapped in coconut leaves) and San Miguel or coke. My team rotates in Camp Magsaysay, Manila, Philippines. At around 1430-1500, there's a fellow who walks around and selling balut, "balut... balut... balut." The first week amid heat, dust, and sweat; the team was willing to eat anything. But was terrified of Balut. The second week, with San Miguel, they at least tasted it. By the third week, the team was snacking on balut and beer.
 
For all you newly commissioning SWO's USNA, USMMA, NROTC, The Filipino Mafia is your friend. Get in good and use their services to your benefit as a division officer. Your career as a SWO will thank you. Piss them off at your own peril and your life could be a seagoing hell. PSA
... double post.
 
... so just some anecdotes.

*Last summer's 3/C cruise, DS texted me in Tagalog. Ok, what's going on? He informed me that Sailors from USS Daniel Inouye were teaching him. He speaks Russian and Chinese. I oftened score a 2/2 on Tagalog and could not crack those deep poems from the 19th Century.

(In response to a deleted post about balut).

*Balut. It's an acquired taste. If I'm in a specific geographic area, I eat balut with puso (steamed 🍚 rice wrapped in coconut leaves) and San Miguel or coke. My team rotates in Camp Magsaysay, Manila, Philippines. At around 1430-1500, there's a fellow who walks around and selling balut, "balut... balut... balut." The first week amid heat, dust, and sweat; the team was willing to eat anything. But was terrified of Balut. The second week, with San Miguel, they at least tasted it. By the third week, the team was snacking on balut and beer.
My 1st Div Chief's in Yokosuka would cook it for us. I still wake up in cold sweats thinking I am going there for dinner. ;-)

Aside from the balut she was an awesome cook and great person. The Chief was a BMC, so he was flawed. ;-)
 
The first week amid heat, dust, and sweat; the team was willing to eat anything. But was terrified of Balut. The second week, with San Miguel, they at least tasted it. By the third week, the team was snacking on balut and beer.
What's that one saying? "Beer makes the balut go down." (Probably not the other way around. 😉)
 
Wait 'til the first time you go to the field with the JGSDF. Their entire log train was built around creature comforts...beer, sake, shochu, and cigarettes.
 
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