When I was in college, 1980 - 1985 on the central coast of California my roommate and I came to befriend a Navy pilot out of Lemoure (sp?) that flew A6's off of a carrier. Can't recall the carrier he ran off of on a tour. We would get him drunk beyond belief and query him an carrier speeds, and though he could not stand up, he would never say. Cocky little sawed off [bleep] and the only Navy man I can say that I kicked his azzz in what started as a bit of wrestling. I must admit that his visits were always welcomed as he brought the suckers for us po'boys.
