I was in San Diego in the mid-2000’s...within arm’s reach of 9/11 and still seeing the heightened security everywhere. Being from FL, it was cool to look across the water in San Diego and see aircraft carriers parked there. I asked an MP on the city-side of the water if they were able to be toured. He said “sure, just drive to the main gate and ask.”
In hindsight, he probably got a good laugh at that—sending a car load of college idiots to the main gate with such a stupid question.
We drove over the bridge, waitied in line at the gate, and finally made our way to the guard. Nothing but muscle wrapped in an inhumanly-tight uniform filled my driver’s window.
“STATE YOUR BUSINESS” was barked down at me. I managed to squeak out “ummm...I’d like to tour the aircraft carrier...”
I was immediately cut off with “NEGATIVE; TURN RIGHT AND EXIT” and a hand signal showing me which direction was my right, in case there was any confusion.
I found myself staring down a gun emplacement with a wall of sandbags and a few helmeted heads peering over the top of the makeshift wall. The barrel of the gun followed the rental minivan full of college enginerd students as we snaked our way through jersey barricades in the drive-of-shame exit lane.
As I mentioned, hindsight tells me this wasn’t the best of ideas...because, you know, a van load of enginerds could be deemed a threat of epically international proportions and would be treated as such!