Today was the first time ever that This Man wasn't able to get underway with my fine warship. And looking back on the day and the fact that my Navy friends are out to sea and I'm not there to endure the nonesense with them actually makes me a bit sad. And sure even though, I'm scheduled to transfer from that hell on steel soon, it was just a bit of a disappointment when I was told this morning that I wouldn't be getting underway with them.
Nevertheless, I did email my friend S and she told me that the day was long and full of bullshit so I guess that should've provided some sort of comfort. But I guess when it's all said and done (and I know I'm going to suddenly cramp up in the fingers as This Man types this), I do miss being out there with my crew. Sure most of those clowns couldn't tell you where a portside bulkhead is and sure most of those guys and girls whine more than a baby with colic but they're members of my crew on my piece-of-shit warship.
And at this moment, I kind of miss being with them.

Mahalo