Anchors Aweigh (not away, you hopeless ignorant landlubbers - refers to pulling anchor into the ship), and #DrinkToTheFoam<
Were you Navy? Not everyone here goes through the lubber’s hole 
You might enjoy theses. I’m just finishing the 20 book series.
Waaaaay back when I decided going to college was better than working in a drug store, I was in Navy ROTC at the U… for a couple of quarters. My dream was to Fly Navy - back then F-14 Tomcats, A-6 Intruders, S-3 Vikings, E2 Hawkeyes, etc.
Got to fly down to Pensacola to see where Naval aviators are built, before reluctantly agreeing being away from my new family for 6-8 months at a time probably wasn’t the best idea, so Thursdays of dressing in uniform at the U came to an end, for me. I thought it was a bit odd that the U has Navy ROTC, but then so does New Mexico.
The stuff on YouTube on naval aviation operations is pretty hypnotic.
I saw the ship’s bell outside the ROTC building, went in and chatted with the staff. They were super professional and nice. Since I started university way late, ROTC wasnt an option. Later, during PA school, recruiters came by. As a Medical provider, theres an extension to age 55 for reserves. Being a son of a son of a sailor, I was super excited to be a commissioned officer, but my family put the kybosh on that notion. They were afraid I’d get flipped to active duty on an aircraft carrier or something worse. I still think about it.
My dad and two of his brothers served in the Navy. Both brothers served in WWII.
His other brother (he had 3 brothers) was Army and also served in WWII. My grandfather served in the Army in WWI.
My guess is heaven got a little chippy yesterday during the Army Navy Game.
Were you the officer or the gentleman? 
Haha - nicely played. Can’t watch that movie any more without thinking of Richard Gere’s… uhh… “hobby”, can ya? Heh.
Answer: we were neither. We wore the costumes of the cadets but in reality were lowly ROTC… ie, we were posers.
I remember being excited to hear we’d be flying down there in a C9 (military version of a DC-9) but that aircraft was assigned to a higher priority need - like staying home - so we flew on some National Guard C-54, the military version of a DC-4.
What would have taken 4 hours in a DC-9 took nearly 8 hours, flying low over the Rockies then even lower once we got to the flatland states. I didn’t care, it was flying. We each got a ride in the Dilbert Dunker, which would simulate ditching a plane at sea. It would go down a ramp, hit the water, then go inverted underwater, and you had to swim out of it back to the surface. I fully appreciated my mom getting rid of her kids on Saturday afternoons by having them take all the swimming lessons.
There was a LDS ROTC freshman from Centerville on the trip who didn’t want to party late in the Saturday night trip to town, so he & I hitch-hiked back to NAS Pensacola, got a ride from a couple of southern guys who were high as kite, listening to CCR and driving about 20 mph.
“You guys are from Utah? Where’s that? Do you like CCR?”
“We do now!”
US Navy Hospital Corpsman 3rd class when I got out in 1992.