So, I have thought about this today.
I think it is kind of hard to have a relationship with an admiral (or general, and I have known more generals than admirals). Boomers grew up with Captain Kangaroo and he may have been naturally replaced by Captain Kirk, depending on one’s age. In Northern Virginia, and I guess the DC metro, in the 1970s on UHF we had Captain 20.
We have Captain America.
And, of course, Picard, Sisco,Janeway, and Archer.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
Captain Jack Harkness.
Captain Fantastic (and the Brown Dirt Cowboy).
Captain Morgan (of whom a number of my friends seem to have intimate knowledge).
Captain Lone Star.
Captain Jonas Grumby.
But even though Kirk made admiral, we never call him Admiral Kirk (save, I guess those of more rotund stature desiring a more flattering cosplay experience). All these captains above are pretty cool. I can’t think of an Admiral that I would consider cool. Akbar was always too stiff to be considered cool.
I guess for me, growing up, and mostly still, my heroes were always cowboys and captains.
Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero
Just someone his mother might know
Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics
“Two teas both with sugar please”
In the back of an alley
While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles
Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer
For it’s hay make and “Hey mom, do the papers say anything good.
Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys
Should I make my way out of my home in the woods”
-“Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy” Bernie Taupin