Between the awkwardness of a soldier and the dignity of a Marine
there is a questionable character called a SEABEE.

Seabees come in assorted sizes, shapes, and weights, but all have the
same code: to enjoy every second of every hour of every day, whether
at work or at play, and to protest by griping (their most beloved
privilege) when issued an order.

SEABEES are found everywhere: on top of, inside of, climbing on.
Swinging from, running around, or more likely than not, turning.

Mothers and sweethearts love them, Fathers are proud of them,
Brothers look up to them, Sisters admire them, Airdales hate them.
Company Commanders tolerate them, and chief Petty Officers drive them.

A SEABEE is a composite; he has the appetite of a horse, the
digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-sized atomic
bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the
imagination of a Paul Bunyon, the slyness of a violin, the enthusiasm
of a firecracker, and the spirit of a fighting cock. He likes
liberty, leave, holidays, weekends, girls, chow, beer, rnovles,
gedonks, swimming, pin-ups, sleep, and comic books.

He isn't too hot for: duty nights, watches, taps, reveille, routine
discipline, officers, drills, or secured heads.

Nobody else is so early to rise without actually wanting to get up.
No other person gets so much fun out of liberty or Shore Patrol. No
one can have so much fun on so little money.

A SEABEE is a magical creature; you can chew him out, but you can't
get the work done without him; he is dirty, unpolished, unkempt,
often overbearing, and sometimes reluctant.

A SEABEE is a man of magical abilities; he can weld, build, drive,
repair and flght, he can wreck or he can beautify, he can make
something out of nothing, work never tires him nor does he seem to
tire of it.

HIS motto is "CAN DO", to which has added "WAS Done" and "DID", this
frequently miraculous occurrence is recognized in the form of a 'WELL
DONE" by everyone from the Commanding Officer on down.

The average SEABEE is a thick-headed individual of a varitety of
nationalities He won't admit to anyone or anywhere except In the
defense of his Corps that his is the best job in the Navy. Wlthout
him, the Fleet would have nothing to gripe about; Marines would have
nothing to talk about, and history would have nothing to write about.