Today marks the start of my final week as a Naval Officer.
Twenty three years. Countless memories. Incredible experiences. Extraordinary people.
Looking back, a few lessons stand out.
Preparation is currency. Study, learn, and understand things at their foundation. The deeper your understanding, the better your decisions when challenges arise.
Never assume something is right simply because it’s always been done that way. Challenge the status quo when necessary, but remember: the burden of proof rests with those proposing change, not the institution they’re seeking to change.
Trust, but verify.
Delegate responsibility, but never accountability. Accountability belongs to the person responsible for the outcome. That’s leadership.
And leadership isn’t a buzzword or a title, it’s a way of life. We often mistake confidence, volume, and bravado for leadership, but real leadership is usually quieter. It’s checking on a struggling shipmate. Helping without seeking credit. Doing the right thing when no one is watching.
Most of all, I’ve learned that none of us succeeds alone. Every success I’ve had over the past twenty years was made possible by the sailors, mentors, chiefs, officers, friends, and family who supported me along the way.
To the current and next generation of submariners: take care of each other. Never forget why we do what we do. We are the silent service, guardians of a mission larger than ourselves. We operate in the depths so others can live in the light.
It’s been one hell of a ride, and I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.
Capt. Hubie is out.