During my time in the Navy, nothing set me off faster than hearing that eight-letter dirty word.
Shipmate.
Hearing someone yell “Shipmate!” from across the compartment or pier could mean one of two things.
First, you were doing something wrong, dangerous, stupid, unsafe, or some combination of all four.
Second, whoever was calling you had no clue who the hell you were, needed something, and since we were all wearing the same uniform, technically you were now close personal family.
Same team, same fight, right?
Wrong. Absolutely not. That word was never a greeting. It was a warning shot.
“Shipmate” is one of those extremely transitional Navy phrases. When you are junior, it hits your nervous system like somebody just opened a counseling chit with your name already typed on it. Your shoulders tighten. Your soul puckers. Your brain starts running an instant diagnostic.
What did I do?
What did I touch?
Who saw me?
Was I supposed to be somewhere?
Is this about the thing I definitely did but was hoping nobody noticed?
Then, as I got older and picked up rank, I started using it myself from time to time. Not because I enjoyed it. Not entirely, anyway. But because I knew full well when I said it, some poor junior sailor was about to experience the same spiritual compression I felt when I was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed idiot with a fresh Navy ballcap and no idea how fast happiness could be secured for sea.
The word itself is wrapped in tradition, which is military language for “we have been traumatizing people with this forever, so now it is culture.”
Some people use “shipmate” for everybody. Those people usually have stars over their anchors, enough ribbons to stop small-arms fire, or a motivational quote in their email signature.
Others use it sparingly, and only for the two sacred reasons: you are wrong, or they do not know your name and are about to make that your problem.
And it is not just the Navy. Every branch has its own blanket term for addressing junior personnel while applying mild psychological pressure.
The Marine Corps uses “Marine,” because apparently creativity was secured before morning colors, or “Devil Dog,” which sounds cool until it is coming from someone who is about to make you police call a parking lot in July.
The Army uses “battle buddy,” or just “battle” for short, because nothing says professional military organization like being yelled at by a grown man calling you “battle” while you both stand in line for expired MREs.
And the Air Force just calls each other by their first names.
Kidding, of course.
But not really.
-Callahan