GEEEE-eeee, it seems like a lot of people didn't have that much fun on sea duty..........makes me feel less guilty when I read all the good comments on reunion pages.
Being on sea duty is classified as arduous for a reason. When I look back at my time in the Navy, I remember my shore duty much more fondly than my sea duty. The latter for me probably had more hellish feelings than that of joy and in that particular segment, it is probably not something I would want to relive.
BUT, it is something I signed up for and that I am proud that I did. I am proud to say that I did a Med deployment, 2 Gitmos, spent about 3.33 years on USN sea duty (and another year with other government ships). I'm proud to say that I spent a year and a half living on ships where that was my only mailing address. Going to sea is not something I shy away from either when they were getting ready to send me out on another tour of sea duty (but situations changed) or now when the job requires me in the drink.
Item to note: sea sickness comes on a lot quicker on something small and it is a lot easier to get one's sea legs on something big.
Back then, it seemed that purely being at sea was a lot better than being in port. That in being at sea, one got away from the insanity that happened in port. The Commodore wants to get his hair cut on one of his ships. Clean the ship and then when he gets here, put on your inspection working uniform. It's winter, it's the holiday season, the ship is in maintenance................and some major admiral is going to tour the port and use your ship to step from his barge to the dock. Cancel leaves, get everyone back here, and paint the ship, paint over water if need be, so the ship looks wonderful for his few steps. It's one inspection, for readiness, after another, and everyone is hustling to be ready for it because no one wants to fail an inspection.......and yet, there is all the other work that has to be done, too.
Maybe it has changed since then, but I doubt it.
So being entirely at sea is a breeze? Hardly. Essentially, there is the work you do, there are two watches a day, then there is work one does for special which are many and emergency situations. Your watches, special evolutions, and emergency situations will probably most certainly cut into your sleep time and except for minor exceptions for watches, there won't be any compensations for that, no other times to sleep. You are, however, not likely to go hungry......though it may be a quick meal. I have fond memories of coming off a bridge watch, picking up my breakfast on a paper plate, and eating it as I walked back for morning flight quarters. In my era, showers were often secured at sea.
Special evolutions can include but are not limited to, Sea and Anchor (leaving, entering port), underway replenishment, flight quarters, anchor watch, boat details, and so forth. Think of anything that might occur at sea and there can be a plan, an arrangement of the crew, to handle it. Emergency can be general quarters, man overboard, oil spill, security alerts, downed aircraft, etc..
You are on a piece of steel out in the middle of the drink where there is no beer and there is no getting away from it all (although with modern Net type comms, there may be a virtual example). You see the same people every day which includes those who make your live unpleasant. There is one person at the top who decides how your life will be and may dash your plans, such as for the next port, in an instant. The Captain may have rules of how you leave the ship in a foreign port; seen one ship where shorts and tank tops do not cut it.
It's tough, dirty, hot, sweaty work.......and if your job is one that isn't dependent on sunlight, then it can be around the clock.
You might be told to gather your stuff and move out of where you sleep because you just picked up some refugees and they need it, instead. (in my case, it was often for visiting officers). There might be some cool stuff you want to buy overseas but you can't because you can't have it aboard ship, or if you can, then it is locked up for months till you get back home. You may arrive in some port where the natives are having fun riding jet skis but you can't because those things are forbidden (something I've noticed in the change of eras; in my time, that kind of thing was encouraged) or where they are out there all day having fun but you get only to have fun from 1700 to 2200....or 0000......or only 2200. Or the town looks great when you first get there and then you find out the town shuts down at 2200 and after a week, it's pretty boring, but it's the only place around off the ship.
Now, one thing I will note on. I think the enlisted have more of an oppurtunity to find others to have fun with and I'm not talking about sex than the officers. I believe that some of my fellow officers acted with their enlisted like high school buddies and that's not proper to me (but maybe I'm just too stiff). But if one is only suppose to "socially" interact with other officers, with a narrow pool, and there isn't anyone else in that pool, it tends to get tedious.
As "bad" as it was, they are memories that I do not bury away. There are a lot of invigorating ones as well, like being in a fog bank and following a carrier through the Strait of Messina; climbing up to a very high bow on a rope ladder when others are nervous about doing such; riding in an "AMTRAC" to be on the beach with the Marines; being in a very small boat in a trough to look up at the stern of a ship on a crest and seeing it like a dark castle on some great mountain; seeing water as smooth as glass, where the wake of ship that passed hours before is still there; the unreal vision, like one is on a movie set, of doing an unrep at night; impressing if not aggravating people because you know more about things than they do (or will ever know); being that close to helicopters that if anything goes wrong, you've bought it; being places that many people will never be; busting drug boats; being bold and brash; being admired for one's deadliness; being assigned to posts because they know you can handle the job; taking care of others; and so forth.
I did it once and am glad I did. If I was younger, I'd do it again.
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("I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die."––Batty, (wtte), "Blade Runner")