We left the cold and rainy waters of Okinawa yesterday, and the weather cleared right up. Sunshine, flying fish, friendly little clouds... very nice.

Today the sky is back to solid clouds, with rain squalls scattered about. It's getting worse too, with heavy seas predicted overnight. By now (1700), we're already rocking and rolling. Good thing I'm the one person in the shop who never gets seasick.

I do get regular sick though, and I am right now. I'm feverish, aching, and generally bad-tempered and tired. My gunny told me to go back to berthing and rack out, but I can't do that. That would be surrender. I am constitutionally incapable of admiting defeat in such a manner. (My friends have tales about me denying obviously broken limbs out of sheer pig-headedness.)

But even I will confess I wasn't all that convincing when I told Gunny I was fine and didn't need to leave work, since I said it while curled in a fetal ball on the steel deck, with a floatation rescue strop as a pillow.

Anyway, a few more day's travel and we'll be doing our latest set of fake multilateral missions. Whee. No one wants to be here. There was a recent discussion of when the last time the squadron had a Saturday that we weren't working during. We think there may have been a Saturday in early December, but no one's quite sure.

Posted by: Boviate at 04:13 AM | No Comments | Add Comment
Post contains 241 words, total size 1 kb.