Crossing S_ _ _ River If there was ever another way to safely cross S _ _ _ River, other than the main gate I never knew about it. However a friend of mine, who we'll call Parker, found one and used it. I know this to be true because the shore patrol found him far down the perimeter dangling upside down from the barbed wire yelling, "Help! Somebody help me please!" in that drunken language known only to sailors. The Shore Patrol, which consisted of those fleet sailors unlucky enough to have the "Duty", had mercy on him. It seems Parker was more snockered than it seemed because he insisted he was on an oiler. So the Shore Patrol walked Parker up the brow did a one eighty leaving Parker saluted and staggered below. I could never see letting someone on board without recognizing them or seeing their I.D. but, in this case it worked. Parker found a supply berthing compartment and passed out, only to awaken that morning to, "Revelee, Revelee, Sweepers, sweepers, man your brooms, clean sweep down all decks fore and aft..." With one big old hang over he wondered, "Where in the _ _ _ _ am I?" After sobering some he realized he wasn't in Kansas anymore. He was as embarrassed as a WesPac widow who was eight months pregnant while her husband had been gone for nine. He had also managed to miss muster! This is absolutley true, as I know the SK who went and picked him up. Because Parker was such a nice guy all he ever got from this mess was, "Hey Parker, where are you sleeping next time you go on the beach?" That was punishment enough. He was a good guy.