O/T & not DR releated.
Hola Jsizemore!!!!!
Greetings from an, Ex- Nuclear BubbleHead.
From a previous post.
I was fortunate enough to spend 8 years in the U.S. Navy, as a Nuclear Propulsion Officer, as a young single man, leaving the country for a 9 month tour out at sea, the schedule was pretty much the same, 2 weeks out, 2 weeks in port. In that time I visited more Foreign countries than there are U.S. States. I had some real experiences. 1986 onboard the U.S. Archerfish, one of three nuclear submarines stuck in a hole of ice, four feet thick, at the North Pole. 45 days of absolute cold, a science expedition we were told, 3 layers of clothes and blankets when you went to your bunk. Outings topside, dressed in the latest Artic gear and Cosmoline smeared all over your face to prevent frostbite. After a half an hour you could not tell where the heavens met the earth, everything was just white. Forget about what going to the head involved. Since I could only watch Walt Disney?s, Bambi so many times, I spent allot of time reading out at sea.
In port was a different story. One time we cruised to La Maddalena, Italy. Some of my mates and I, took 4 days of Liberty and drove to a town called, Barry, where by midnight I was arrested for playing Pokymon with the Mayors daughter. Striped, thrown in a cell, and the fire hose and electric cattle prod fitness program was applied, I thought it was over. I had visions of winding up like the Americans in the ?Midnight Express?. I was grateful when someone from the U.S. Embassy demanded my release the next morning, drove me back to the ship, and explained to the Captain why we were under orders to leave port, two weeks early.
But that was after, being sent to the British Nuclear Submarine, H.M.S. Spartan, as a part of the Navy Exchange Sailor program. Traded with an Officer on that ship to take his duty for 6 months. No one can drink or party, like the people of South Hampton. I still remember the feeling I had the first time I walked into the Officers Wardroom on that ship, two kegs of tapped ale mounted securely in the wall (officers can drink at their own pace out at sea!).
All because, I read, Jules Verne?s, 20,000 leagues under the sea, as a kid.
After picking up too many Rads, I became ineligible for sea duty, shore command wasn?t for me, and so I resigned.
Thanks
Tim H.