Wowser! I was only in for two years, four months of that on the Vietnam gunline. I was a radioman wannabe, and remember dumping bags of shredded documents over the fantail in water swirling around my ankles. I was never cold, but it was...interesting. On the way home we encountered one of those "clear-sky storms". Standing on the signal bridge watching the bow plow under, and as the ship rose again she would shake just like a dog trying to get dry. For as bad as it sounds, it was never frightening; just awesome to watch.
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Originally Posted by CaptBones
And does sober know you're taking his name in vain?  |
Since Sober rarely is, I doubt it.
