tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527913791294258201.post8169020261315702820..comments2024-03-26T17:58:22.711-07:00Comments on HAWSEPIPER: The Longest Climb: Death, Severe Injury and Survivor's Guilt at sea: ReflectionsPaul, Dammit!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02264872375942355609noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527913791294258201.post-89689668577599217432016-03-08T16:04:08.906-08:002016-03-08T16:04:08.906-08:00Sorry for the bother, but did you receive my email...Sorry for the bother, but did you receive my email?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02806333202683211931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527913791294258201.post-41516803587715068292016-03-06T15:31:41.999-08:002016-03-06T15:31:41.999-08:00In the Navy during crossing-the-equator ceremonies...In the Navy during crossing-the-equator ceremonies the pollywogs get their "royal shower" by being blasted across the nonskid deck with firehoses. This comes <i>after</i> the "royal bath," which is crawling around in a tube or tub of wet galley garbage saved for just that occasion.<br /><br />I only have one foul-weather story I can tell: a shipmate of mine, Goodreau, and myself were detailed to dump burn bags of shredded, classified material over the ship's fantail. We were in the Norwegian Sea and had heavy following seas breaking over the fantail. Usually the weather decks were secured during such periods, but this day they weren't, so back to the fantail we went with our bulky bags. Proper protocol was that we were to throw them directly into the propeller wash so they would be sucked under and chewed up by the propellers; this day, with seas breaking over the fantail, we had to time it carefully so as not to get soaked by a sea. I got rid of mine fine and was already climbing the ladder back to the helicopter deck when I turned to see if Goodreau was following. He had disposed of his bag and was walking across the fantail deck just when a rogue wave crashed over. "Goodie, run!" I shouted. He glanced back and began running, with the wave pursuing him. He jumped onto a raised access hatch and stood there swaying and trying to catch his balance as the wave broke on either side of the hatch. He looked like a bit like Moses, when I think about it. I was laughing at him and he just shot me a finger as the wave washed back through the scuppers.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11402651457453813639noreply@blogger.com