When old submariners get together, they invariably play the "Anyone remember?" game.
"Anyone remember that little Sonarman from Oklahoma?"
"Hey, anyone remember that barmaid in the 'Blind Tiger' who had the big tits?"
"Anyone remember that JG who busted his leg clearing the bridge?"
"Anyone remember that shit that the cook used to make with beans, cheese and mushrooms?"
We tossed our gear in the lucky bag, pocketed our Dolphins and took away a heartload of memories. Submariners are forever bound by common memories.
Memory is the mastic that holds us together.