|If you can't re-calibrate - then don't
Go find something else to do besides
pissing on the exchanges in veteran forums. It is stuff written and enjoyed
by guys who once again, for the moment, in our minds anyway, are "on the
boat": BACK THEN... when patrol time was endured by swapping lies
And let me dispel that jive I have sometimes
seen posted that says, "Hurumph!! If you talked like that on my boat
somebody would have pasted you one".
Now a little common sense here. Just
what would a boat sailor do, sealed up in a submarine for the rest of a
run, after he had clocked a shipmate for insulting his sister, mother,
religion, dog or whatever? No place to run. No place to hide. I imagine
each of us have seen at least one "non-hacker" who couldn't take it. At
the earliest opportunity they disappeared to Squadron never to be heard
"But COB (or Captain) they
say bad things that hurt my feelings".
Not a wise defense to prevent a trip to
the Sqd. shrink. Very likely a haze gray skimmer loomed large in the complainant's
Yeah, there are some postings I have
read (Dex's included) that began to raise my hackles --- but then I snap
out of it and remember to hit the re-calibrate button.
and those are no longer merely postings on some twigidty computer thingamajig
but instead its once more long ago. It is 0230 and soup-down has long been
cleared away. The night baker is doing his magic and you wait for that
first loaf of hot bread or some sticky buns. The mess deck is empty now
except for a few of us playing cards, acey- deucey, cribbage or whatever.
All the while some knucklehead is expounding on some mindless crap. And
we all know its just submarine pastime bullshit.
And that's what these cyber mind-dumps
are: submarine pastime bullshit. So if you take it any other way you're
artificially pumping yourself up for no reason.
To quote Dex: "If horse manure" was
selling at a penny a pound, all submariners would be rich".
Do a reality check shipmate.
The boats are now gone, along with our waistlines, hair, virility and our
youth along with our sense of invincible immortality. All that remains
are some raggedyassed neurons in our brains that occasionally can still
conjure up some rambling stories that nobody really gives a hoot about
except those of us who had similar experiences.