They Threw Boots at Me

Stuart Briscoe shares the following wonderful story Captain H. S. May shared with him when Briscoe was preparing to join the Navy at age seventeen.

“The first night in the barrack room I knelt by my bed and prayed.”

“What happened?” I ventured.

“They threw boots at me,” he replied casually, as if this were an everyday occurrence.

“What did you do?” I queried, hardly daring to ask.

Looking at me as if the answer was so obvious he was surprised I should ask, he replied, “I cleaned them and returned them, of course!”

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