They’re
bitching about the heat and humidity in Hawaii. Mean while in Guam…
Nice,
and I can relate. This is my fourth
(fifth?) trip to Guam this year since April and I’ve slept in my own bed less
than 3 weeks since I went on rotation out here.
Like Bridgid, I’ve “roughed it” a few times. Albeit, in a torpedo room of a fast attack
submarine, living in the center stows with 23 other people. We have hot water and coffee, but zero
privacy and only ourselves to amuse us. If I’m testing the weapons systems, we
have to kick everyone else out due to safety (I’ll get frowned upon for
squishing a coworker) and these people find niches all over the boat.
We end up
being our own best entertainment and counsel.
If someone asks for help, they get all the help that we can provide.
But they’re
still stuck on a submarine, far from home and a depth that if we are exposed
to, it’s fatal.
And we volunteer
for this, and others (civilian shipyard workers) still want to volunteer to go sea
to accomplish the ultimate test of a submarine.
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