Oh, dear. My dad was in the Navy, and I don't remember him telling me about inappropriate tickle fights aboard the old USS Bennington.
I think Massa ought to just give up the ghost, come to terms with who he is and move on. But then again stories like this are too funny to be fiction:
Massa also addressed his record in the Navy. In the 1990s, while at sea, he found his bunk mate in the middle of an intimate act. "The other gentlemen was busy remembering his wife; I'll let your imaginations run wild. And I walked in and, instead of embarrassing him, I smacked him on the leg and said, 'You need any help with that, let me know.' And I went to bed. He was so hideously embarrassed, he moved out of the stateroom," he said.
Also, I saw this referenced on Countdown this evening.
"When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives." Winter is Coming Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky; And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the Law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
