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started by Major Velazquez on 01 Apr 12
started by Major Velazquez on 01 Apr 12
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The next matter that caught my attention was the hammocks there was for beds, not the best of sleeping conditions. Being as these were stacked one over the other one hoped, no prayed, anyone above you had not been a bed wetter or one who released a fluxion of body gasses.
Not simply were some above you, these were hanging alongside too close for my comfort. Try and reach the above mentioned sleeping situation for all-around monthly. Not pretty.
Whenever we attended chow (dinner, lunch, supper) we ate something called food using a metal table. It didn't take very long before I believed out why the table had raised edges…to maintain plates set up if your ship rolled port to starboard.
Did the food be in the plate? Nope.
Next was the shower. Such a thrill. Cold water…not so bad until I opened my mouth and figured out it had been brine. Now folks, cold is detrimental, but cold salt water is actually bad. I'm sure I had created a soap film attached to my body system for the trip. Talk about calcium in the water! I hated that shower.
Obviously people who had been from the military know that the head (toilets) aren't in stalls. NOOO. We sit alongside 1 another butt to butt. Not all that bad unless the ship rolled or bounced. One or more didn't have to create a book. You could potentially just lean a couple of inches and focus your neighbor's. Quite cozy.
More cozy as opposed to head was sharing the showers. No stalls, only 1 big happy family soaping up together. One for many, all for just one, you understand.
Things went well until day three. I'd just finished dinner and was heading topside. We'd a spiral staircase getting larger on the deck. Being military, we finished eating as well so that all of us started climbing the steps simultaneously. Then the 1st glob of vomit hit my little face, which, you got it right, started a chain reaction. Yes I climbed back colliding with the dreaded shower. I hated that shower. Lesson here…don't have individuals front individuals growing stages in a ship.
After taking care of, I proceeded to climb the stairs again, alone, and from tomorrow on, I typically climbed alone. I really like around day three things started going from bad to worse?
While i got topside they called some kind of drill and now we all had to set up with this backs resistant to the wall. That, my buddies, was when I noticed a smell. "Hmmm," I said to myself. "That sinks!"
Well I'm no doctor on the other hand can promise the very first stage of seasickness is bad, really bad.
All I recall was running on the rails alongside the ship and loosing 3 days of food. As my luck held out, I was able with assistance to eat an apple, and many bites of food every day before I felt a necessity to give the small fish again. Twenty something days I repeated precisely the same song and dance.
Yes I did get a shower every three or four days. Man that ship ride was bad, really bad. Voyage au vietnam