John Wayne liked runny eggs — or how I learned humility
I really didn’t progress very far in my Navy career. I started out as a captain, and 36 years later I retired as a captain.
When I reported to my first command, the flagship of the U.S. Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean, I was fresh out of the Navy’s most difficult electronics school, and I was full of myself. In my mind, I was another Guglielmo Marconi, “coast to coast,” too hot to handle and too cold to hold, and the original e-ticket at Disneyland.
Imagine my shock when, instead of instantly placing me in charge of the ship’s electronics division, the leadership sent me “mess cooking” instead.