Not My First Typhoon

[Continued from previous episode.] …on my third Cold War deployment Patrolling the South China Sea, Having many good reasons to be there, Though no one’d explained them to me. The mess cooks were dishing out mid-rats. I was Mess Deck Master-at-Arms. The ship’s rock and roll grew excessive, Should’ve hit the collision alarm. Cups, trays, and all of it crashed to the deck. The scullery crew threw a fit. I steadied my sea legs and harnessed my will. Nodded to Senior Chief, “I’ll take care of it.” To be continued… THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR USS NEW ORLEANS LPH 11