I’ve been lucky enough to attend 8 Navy army games. First was in JFK Stadium in 1976. My father a Navy man took me a 10 year old snot nosed brat. I’ve been lucky to see games at JFK, Veterans Stadium and Lincoln Financial Field all in Philadelphia PA. I’ve since been lucky to take both my boys to a couple Navy army games. And games at Navy Marine Corps Stadium and West Point.
army is 54-62-7 in the series. Marines typically make up half the Navy roster.
In circa 1993 I was patrolling Adml Wilson Blvd in Camden NJ on a Friday night before the game. The Admiral as it’s affectionately known is a Thorofare thru Camden to Philadelphia and was known for Gentlmans clubs, motels, liquor stores and a Ladies of the night for hire. On this particular night I saw a car pullover and pick up a Damsel in distress, she got in the car and went behind an abandoned building. I turned off my lights, went around the opposite way, and found the car parked in a darkened and hidden corner. I activated my overhead (police) lights and approached the car. I got out and approached the vehicle. In the front seats were a white male in business attire approximately late 20’s medium build. Passenger seat was an exotically dressed “female”, one I recognized immediately as a frequent walker of the Admiral. I asked for documents, DL-Insurance- registration. I got a military ID of US Army Captain “John Smith”. He became a little verbally aggressive. Obviously nervous and embarrassed, trying to tell me his passenger is an “OLD Friend”…. An obvious lie. I shined my flashlight in the car on the “female” companion and said Andre, show the captain here your “lady” parts. Andre was (has since passed, another story, but was murdered) Andre was a 6’4” muscular black male. Dressed in a short skirt, make up, wig and heels. Andre was blessed with a baby’s arm holding a apple between his legs. Now I know you’re wondering how’d I know this, well I knew my beat and everyone on it. Used some of the regulars for information. I had seen Andre take a piss in the area. It looked like he was holding a baton/night stick whatever you want to call it. This night he pulled up skirt and showed the Captain in all its glory his baby arm. The Captain slumped in his seat and put his hands to his face.
I said, Captain it’s alright. You’re army and I expected nothing less. I had the Captain pay Andre. Told Andre to get out of the car and to take the rest of the night off. I said Sir, you have a choice to make here, I can call your Chain of Command or you can yell, Go Navy beat Army. He did so with great enthusiasm! I handed him his documents back, thanked him for his service on the JV team. And said Semper Fi Sir, Semper Fi. He drove off and went to Philly. I wonder today if he went on to become a General. Possibly General Milley. However I do NOT remember the Captains name.
Go Navy beat army…..
army is 54-62-7 in the series. Marines typically make up half the Navy roster.
In circa 1993 I was patrolling Adml Wilson Blvd in Camden NJ on a Friday night before the game. The Admiral as it’s affectionately known is a Thorofare thru Camden to Philadelphia and was known for Gentlmans clubs, motels, liquor stores and a Ladies of the night for hire. On this particular night I saw a car pullover and pick up a Damsel in distress, she got in the car and went behind an abandoned building. I turned off my lights, went around the opposite way, and found the car parked in a darkened and hidden corner. I activated my overhead (police) lights and approached the car. I got out and approached the vehicle. In the front seats were a white male in business attire approximately late 20’s medium build. Passenger seat was an exotically dressed “female”, one I recognized immediately as a frequent walker of the Admiral. I asked for documents, DL-Insurance- registration. I got a military ID of US Army Captain “John Smith”. He became a little verbally aggressive. Obviously nervous and embarrassed, trying to tell me his passenger is an “OLD Friend”…. An obvious lie. I shined my flashlight in the car on the “female” companion and said Andre, show the captain here your “lady” parts. Andre was (has since passed, another story, but was murdered) Andre was a 6’4” muscular black male. Dressed in a short skirt, make up, wig and heels. Andre was blessed with a baby’s arm holding a apple between his legs. Now I know you’re wondering how’d I know this, well I knew my beat and everyone on it. Used some of the regulars for information. I had seen Andre take a piss in the area. It looked like he was holding a baton/night stick whatever you want to call it. This night he pulled up skirt and showed the Captain in all its glory his baby arm. The Captain slumped in his seat and put his hands to his face.
I said, Captain it’s alright. You’re army and I expected nothing less. I had the Captain pay Andre. Told Andre to get out of the car and to take the rest of the night off. I said Sir, you have a choice to make here, I can call your Chain of Command or you can yell, Go Navy beat Army. He did so with great enthusiasm! I handed him his documents back, thanked him for his service on the JV team. And said Semper Fi Sir, Semper Fi. He drove off and went to Philly. I wonder today if he went on to become a General. Possibly General Milley. However I do NOT remember the Captains name.
Go Navy beat army…..
