I knew a guy in "A" school who set a land speed record on getting busted.
We were in the pilot class when the Navy re-started a dedicated submarine ET "A" school in Groton. It was tricky and it was a tough school. In many cases the syllabus needed some fine tuning, in some cases the syllabus just didn't exist yet, and for the most part it was up to us to survive.
So, 12 of us hung on to graduate. We had become known as the Dirty Dozen by then
. So, the magic Friday arrives marking Graduation Day. We show up that morning in our dress blues only to be told that we were out of uniform and needed to get our ET3 "crows" added to all of our uniforms ASAP.
A small fight broke out while they were getting us lined up for our group portrait, but that was nothing new by now.
So, with the picture taken we were set free as newly-minted third class Petty Officers.
Some of us had some free time to go on Leave before we started our "C" schools. Some of us (me included) would be starting "C" school the next Monday. But ALL of us had the weekend off. And that was all that mattered.
By Sunday, I heard about one of my class mates being escorted back to the base as a guest of the New London PD.
Oops.
We all painted the town red on Friday night unless we had a plane to catch. Some us painted the town in multiple coats.
And, one of us got caught.
By Monday, that One Of Us was told he was out of uniform again and got demoted back to E-2 from E-4. A rank he had officially held for almost one day.