I was hoping one of you USNA alumni might know of this incident and have an opinion.
Here's the details I got from my mid: A '13 mid was separated in early June. But he did not leave. He turned in what he had to and returned to Bancroft and spent most of the summer "hiding out" in empty rooms, scavenging food from other rooms, ward rooms, etc. My mid was present when some others in his company returned to a room they were using to find it locked. Got in and found this guy in the closet (he was a smallish fellow, 5'1", 110 lbs). He spooked and ran, leaving behind his phone and wallet. So, they posted "wanted posters" throughout Bancroft and maybe a week later they caught up with him.....he'd been living on the roof. I am not making this up.
Until the time they actually found him in the closet, there had been rumours circulating that there was a rogue mid in Bancroft, but no one positively confirmed this. My mid tells me there are contract people there all day, so someone "unusual" really wouldn't stick out that much. Once he ran from the closet, leaving behind his ID, they knew there really was a "squatter" and who they were looking for.
My first comment was that maybe he didn't want to let on to his folks that he'd been separated. But, that was not the case. His mom came to Annapolis in July and filed a missing persons report with the PD. All that time he was in Bancroft.
Poor kiddo must be quite troubled. But think of the questions this raises about security! My mid said the name "unisquatter" was coined by the mids to describe this young man as he had not shaved, was wearing his BCG's and somewhat resembled the unibomber. There was a picture of him on the flyers posted throughout the hall....unshaven, in BCG's. Not sure how they got the photo.
The mids are saying it is another legend for Mother B. I hope the young man got some help.
Pretty ironic, though. All the mids on "watch" in their companies, front gate security, etc and this fellow lives there much of the summer. Reminds me of the nuclear facility east of Amarillo, TX, Pantex. I always marveled at the many rows of razor wire surrounding the perimeter and figured the real security threat was from within. No different in Mother B.