What is your “it’s a small Navy story?”

After transferring to my first duty station in San Diego, I was leaving my third floor hotel room for a night out. I get to the elevator and am met by another person waiting for the elevator. Turns out it was a buddy I went to school with that I hadn’t seen in over a decade.

I went a couple piers over to a DDG to pick up something our ship was transferring from that ship. As I walked by the mess line, I looked up and saw another guy I went to school with that I hadn’t seen in over a decade.

There were two people in the entire Navy who had this particular same first, middle initial, and last name, and I worked with both of them, one at my first command and the other at my current command.