The western half of the Island of Vieques in Puerto Rico was on the ranching side, as opposed to the firing range side. The jarheads on that Carib cruise could not have been significantly more stupid than those that came before them, which meant that thirty-some years of Marines had gotten into their heads the notion that there was nothing better than to go surfing/swimming on a beach not only inhabited by tick-infested cows but serving as the terminus of the tidal sewer system of the island's ranching community.
Sometimes it is better not to discuss why your name comes up on the radio watch schedule when everybody else assigned is E-3 or below. But then, I did not embarass myself on liberty in San Juan and then find out there was not a taxi that would take a passenger with that condition to the docks.
I'm off now to waste a significant slice of time finding out more about several of those beaches.
stay safe.