Another story from my Navy days that is still mostly true.
“We got a message from Saigon to use ship’s boats for boarding junks that have fish nets out,” the captain said.
“We don’t have boats,” the executive officer pointed out. “All we’ve got are rubber life rafts.”
“Okay, we’ll use the rubber rafts.”
Our minesweeper’s job in Vietnam was to board and search local coastal traffic, mostly fishing junks, to block North Vietnamese arms shipments and Viet Cong tax collectors. We did this by bringing each junk alongside the ship so that our boarding party could hop aboard to search for weapons and bad guys. But if the junk was trailing hundreds of yards of nylon fish nets, that was a problem because the nets could get tangled in our ship’s screws. So using ships’ boats was a good idea. If, that is, we actually had boats.
We inflated the rafts and organized boarding parties. Each raft carried an officer, a petty officer and two paddlers. We practiced deploying the rafts and paddling around the ship. My guys weren’t good at paddling and our raft kept going in circles.
A couple of days later we got a chance to try out our new boarding routine. At sunset, we spotted a fishing junk a few hundred yards away with the telltale floats of streaming fish nets. We stopped the ship, put a raft in the water and the boarding party clambered into it. Happily, it was not my team’s turn to board.
It did not look much like a military operation. Our shipboard uniform in the tropics was cutoff shorts, t-shirts, ballcaps and sandals. The Navy relaxed its grooming standards in Vietnam and most of our guys wore beards. So our armed boarding party looked like well-fed predecessors of today’s Somali pirates in an inflatable raft.
It was quiet as the boarding party paddled into the mist. The petty officer in the boarding party was an outspoken engineman with a sonorous voice and colorful vocabulary, and as the raft receded into the darkness the sound of his cursing grew fainter and eventually died out.
We waited anxiously on the deck as the ship rolled gently. The boarding party had no radio and would fire a flare pistol if they ran into trouble. After about 45 minutes we began to hear the engineman’s voice, faint at first and then an audible stream of profanity as the raft emerged from the darkness.
It had taken longer than anticipated to reach the junk because paddling the rubber raft was slow going. The Vietnamese fishermen had settled down for the night and were alarmed when our heavily armed thugs scrambled aboard their boat. An inspection quickly confirmed that this was a law-abiding fishing junk. The disappointed boarding party released the disgruntled fisherman and began the long paddle back to the ship.
We put the life rafts away and never spoke of this again.
Court did not go far enough
As a long-time supporter of same-sex marriage, I was glad to see the Supreme Court rule in favor of nationwide marriage equality. But the decision missed an opportunity to resolve the issue once and for all.
The court’s decision won’t end the conflict. Some supporters of traditional marriage will be sore losers, and their calls for a constitutional amendment will be a useless distraction. What worries me more is that sore winners will shift from celebration to retribution. Will sincere religious objection to same-sex marriage be labeled hate speech and persecuted, as we saw in the boycott of Chick-Fil-A and the virtual lynching of the former CEO of Mozilla? I hope religious conservatives and LGBT activists will move on, but I don’t see this happening.
We can expect legal fallout as the balance between marriage equality and religious freedom gets sorted out. For instance, will faith-based nonprofits be denied government grants if they are affiliated with churches that refuse to perform same-sex marriages? Will we see more litigation that pits the government against kindly nuns? The Supremes probably not have seen the last of this issue.
The core issue the court failed to address is the artifact of government jurisdiction over what every religion considers a sacrament. The state’s only necessary function is to oversee a legal contract that confers spousal rights. Calling this contract “marriage” invites people to conflate the government with their church and empowers politicians to act like Sixteenth Century theocrats.
If we’re serious about the separation of church and state, let’s end government-sanctioned marriage and replace it with a spousal contract. That way, any two people could register as spouses at City Hall and then get married, or not, in the church of their choice. Churches would get their sacrament back, and if some churches refuse to perform gay weddings that’s their business.
I’m disappointed the Supreme Court missed an opportunity to resolve this issue once and for all. Getting government out of the marriage business might be a legal stretch, but Silly Putty interpretations of the Constitution are nothing new.