Pretty much. The Detailers (the guys who match sailors with billets) came for a visit while I was in the zone for orders. The first they offered was Navy Medical Research Unit (NAMRU) 3 in Cairo. It was tempting, as this was in 1982, and Mubaric was firmly in our camp, and things were quiet in the Middle East, and Europe was just a hop away. But I knew that my wife would kill me, and that it would be a dead end as far as advancement was concerned, so I asked if I could go to Independent Duty School, instead, knowing that would put me at sea in a year or so, but, hey, its the Navy, right? So, off I go to Portsmouth, VA, and the rest is history.