Also during plebe summer, he used to chop through our company area on his way to color guard practice. One day, one of the detailers decided to chew his ass. He goes up one side, down the other and for some reason asked him what he wanted to service select. "SEALs Sir." Detailer starts going up one side and down the other again about how he doesn't have what it takes... Fast forward to the Orioles game, and he chops through to go to color guard, this time in summer whites with his Trident showing all its glory. The detailer just watched him chop by, mouth agape and didn't say a word.
Ahh, yes. The legend that everyone knows about.