Consequences of Harassment in the Navy

Say Goodbye to Your House and Your Retirement I was in the Navy, stationed at the submarine base in

Connecticut. In job training, I became friends with Bill, a smart guy training

as a sonar technician. He wasn't especially athletic, short, chubby,

and wearing glasses, but he worked hard enough to meet the Navy's fitness minimums. Two petty officers

ran our training like they were elite commandos, even though our rate was more about

math and computers than brute strength. They fixated on Bill, constantly humiliating

him for not matching their personal standard. They called him fat and lazy, and they repeatedly

told him he should kill himself. Eventually, Bill pushed too hard during PT and