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…
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USS NEW ORLEANS LPH 11
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