**Salty Dog, Mississippi John Hurt**

Jeter sighed. He knew in his heart that Senior Chief Wolf Taylor wasn't going to give him too much resistance, but if there was anything about the military that he had come to hate in his 26 years of service it was God be damned online training requirements. He happily shepherded the most out of shape guys to the gym for daily PT. He informed men when they had to move their family yet again. He counseled homesick teens. He informed widows of their spouse's deaths. But he hated, from the depths of his being, sitting in front of a computer answering questions or, even worse, watching animated videos, about how to behave. So when Slattery had come and asked him to tell Wolf he had 24 hours to complete his SAPR training or he'd have to take him off the active roster, he said he could get it done. But now, he really wished he had told Slattery that Wolf wasn't really his guy so Slattery should tell him himself.

Senior Chief Taylor had impressed him since coming aboard. The Nathan James crew had actually been unusually light on higher ranked enlisted personnel so it was nice to have another good example, in addition to SCPO Lynn and CHC Rios for what the younger crew should aspire to. Despite his obvious greater experience and numerous skills, Wolf had integrated himself into the special teams very well and even helped push Granderson to develop as a leader without being too obvious about it. He had quickly become someone who could be relied upon. So, that was why he was dreading the conversation they needed to have.

Many years ago, Russ had learned that the best way to have a come to Jesus talk with someone relatively senior, was to let them admit they knew they were neglecting something before he gave them an order. In this case though, he really couldn't issue orders to Taylor as in the absence of contact from the Australian Navy, he was acting independently. But, Slattery had been firm. This might be a new day and age, but some things were universally true. And the fact that a large number of men and women working in close quarters could create situations that might be problematic for their mission was not lost on anyone after what had happened with the Greens at Gitmo.

Of course, Taylor was a popular guy and if he wasn't being roped into teaching something or out with the teams, he was usually surrounded by younger men and women picking his brain. Right now he was sitting at a lunch table, enjoying a bowl of Bacon's latest pickings-are-slim offering, bean soup with ham hocks and greens...the same thing they'd had for lunch every day for a week. Every single chair around him was taken so Russ sat with his back to him. It was easy to follow his conversation with his distinctive accent.

"So, how long have you been in the US?" A civilian woman who worked mornings in the kitchens in exchange for meals asked him.

"Well, I came over in April this time. It was supposed to be a quick three month training thing but now I've been here ten months. I've been here many times before that too. You know the wars in the middle east are very international. This was my third trip to Little Creek to run a training course in specialized martial arts."

Russ couldn't see the woman's face without turning to stare but he could hear the awe in her voice. "Ohhh so like Karate?" He imagined her tossing her long blond hair and leaning forward to show more cleavage. They all did that kind of thing around Wolf.

"Well, Tae Kwon Do to be exact, but I dabble in other stuff." He was so modest. Russ rolled his eyes. The man was a walking weapon.

Another camp follower chimed in. "So it takes more than one blow to bring you down, huh?" Oh Jesus. Russ was having a hard time not laughing.

"It was nice meeting you ladies but I believe I am late for a lunch meeting. Excuse me." Russ heard the chair scrap back. The women continued to giggle. This was exactly why Russ thought it was foolish to insist on sexual harassment training for him. The man was nothing if not a gentleman already. Now if only he could get some of the young guys to see how that made the women flock to him, maybe they would straighten up. An idea began to percolate in his mind.

"Master Chief." A large body stood by his elbow. "Are you ready for our meeting?"

Russ couldn't help but smile at the pained expression on Wolf's face as he looked with sorrow on his half eaten lunch. "Let's talk while we eat." He motioned meaningfully with his eyes at the women behind them.

Wolf folded himself into a chair opposite him. "I can't decide if I want more of this soup or not. My body is excited to eat but my mouth is bored." He took a sip of milk and sighed. "You know in Australia we get beer with meals, even on duty."

"I know. I started in the Pacific Fleet." He remembered his early days, jumping from ship to ship, supporting the Vietnam war effort with littoral campaigns back when he was just a Seaman and then patrolling in the eighties after he moved up the chain.

"I didn't know, although I had guessed you'd been around since Vietnam."

"I have indeed. And a lot has changed." Russ set down his spoon. To be honest, he was bored with his lunch too. Plus, it wouldn't be right to give Wolf a hard time. The man needed help defending against sexual harassment himself, not the other way around. But Slattery was the boss, not him so.. "For one thing, we have all this training we have to do, on top of our jobs. Back in those days we focused on training to stay alive."

Wolf sighed and tipped back in his chair. "You're here to remind me to go and do that training Slattery was on my case about, aren't you? You know, back in Australia we just treat women like real people and don't have to do all this crap."

"Yes, but I have a proposition for you, if you're willing." He'd float it by him and get his buy in first. If he was willing to take on the task then they'd run it past Slattery and see what he thought.

"Man to man, I used to be able to tell if a recruit was going to turn out to be an asshole after the first few days. But now I don't have enough contact with them to get to know them. And for most of those guys that are idiots, no training video is going to change them. In fact, at best it teaches them how to go underground with it. And for the rest, if we do our part to model good behavior, most of them catch on real quick. So, how would you feel about doing a little research for me, so that when complaints come, which as you know they will the minute we're on the ship and people are bored, I know who to really keep an eye on?"

Wolf ran a hand down his face. "What do you have in mind? I'm not up for taking a bunch of puppies out drinking and presenting them with opportunities to disgrace themselves."

"You run the training session for them and get to know them a little. I'll mark you off for watching the video and I'll get better perspective, via your very brief report. At the same time, You'll have something to do while the damn thing plays. It's a win-win for us both."

Heads turned as Wolf released a booming laugh. "We have deal. Just tell me where and when."

Two days later he ushered 48 recruits into one of the courtrooms and connected a laptop to the projector. After introducing himself he stood to the side of the room and advised, "I'm going to be honest with you all, I think this training boils down to one thing, treat all people with respect and dignity." A few people rolled their eyes but only one openly scoffed out loud. "So as you watch the video and we go through the slides I want you to remember two things. Number 1, the only way to tell the good from the bad, on the battle field, in your relationships, and in your career, is by peoples' words and actions. Number two, the only person you have control over is yourself. Therefore, don't be an asshole and don't associate with assholes and you'll go far." He clicked the pointer to bring up the 1st slide and they burst into laughter. Confused, he turned around and read the title of the video Jeter had given him to play, "Sexual Harassment Made Simple." And found himself laughing too.

"Is that a user's guide?" a chubby guy in the back row asked."

"Alright, alright, settle down, my point is made. This is a tricky subject and a lot of it comes down to common sense. Be situationally aware about how your actions impact others mates. We have a lot of important work to do in the world and we don't have time to be bogged down protecting our reputation."

He pressed play and took a seat along the wall where he could observe the students. A few hours later he passed Jeter a slip of paper before starting evening PT. There was only one name on it, the chubby jerk from the back row, Rob Verner.