My department head (Suppo) had told him I needed to write a check to the port officer before we leave, which is true, and had apparently also told him that I knew about liberty getting secured, which was definitely not true. Then he looks at me (disbursing officer) and says "Captain is looking for you Disbo". He tells us liberty was secured 8 hours ago and we are late. We get to the boat dock and there is an ensign there. We are like wtf? Typically people straggle in during the last hour. But when we got to the liberty bus the Indonesian driver tells us we are the last ones. Our group and one other group of boatswain's mates never got the message and are getting back to the boat around 2100 not thinking anything is out of the normal. Around 0800, after we left, Captain moves up liberty return time 9 hours from 2200 to 1300 that day, apparently not knowing that anyone had already left. There was a bad storm and apparently our ACOM ladder broke. Me and a couple JO's left for liberty on a small boat at 0730. Us? “Oh you’re off going, go clean the heads.” They were told to go take a break and relax after getting off watch. When our guys came back from going underway with the Brits they always talked about how more chill it is there. Guess how the Britis did it on their ship underway? Shirts, sneakers, no shirts on. But man I was thinking: dude! I’m out here on the verge of heat exhaustion and fanning my shirt just to get some kind of relief and comfort, and you’re seriously gonna call me out for my shirt being untucked?!?!” And he walks past me as I’m fanning my shirt, stops, looks down and then up at me and points and says “what’s going on here?” So I tucked it in. Well, the CO came out to check up on us and see how his sailors were doing on that fine navy day. I had my t shirt untucked and was fanning the bottom of it trying to get some airflow going. So I’m out on deck mid evolution, borderline passing out. Constantly chugging Gatorade and getting into the AC any chance we could in between evolutions. We were dying out there on deck, heat index was like 140. I was part of the deck crew that launched our mine neutralization vehicle. We were underway in Bahrain during the peak of summer in July. I respond with “I got out”Īs for my “fuck this shit” story. What’s your story that explains “what was it like”? I managed to increase that to four hours by the time I insisted on telling my side of the story. “I don’t wanna hear it, you got two hours of extra duty “. “How many times have I warned you guys about making your rack?” he said. Back on the ship I was informed by the first guy in my division I ran into that our first class was very pissed off and wanted to talk to me. Six hours later the welder was finished and i lugged the shit back up. Irritated I grabbed the fire extinguisher and fire watch shit and descended to the bottom. The OTD informed me a welder needed a fire watch in the bottom of the dry dock. I was in my rack asleep by 1230 when the messenger knocked “the officer of the deck want you on the QD”. I worked the regular work day and had quarter deck watch from 8pm to midnight. We were in dry dock (USS Robert E Peary FF-1073), I was on duty. When ever anyone asks “what was it like”? I tell them this story that encapsulates the entire experience.
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