And so the monotony of life at sea has finally set in. I can’t wait to pull into the next port! I’m ticking off the days on my calendar and waiting impatiently for land. I don’t know if you understand what its like to pine for solid ground.
The girls have fought back! The other night we neglected all of our work and obligations and had this huge karaoke night in the wardroom. It was very obnoxious and perfectly what we needed after the stresses of sea life. At first it started in one of the staterooms and my friend K has this plug in karaoke machine that has thousands of songs on it and 2 microphones. The helo was taking off so H was back there because she’s the helo control officer so we called her and told her to get her butt up to the stateroom as soon as she was finished. I was a back up dancer. We were totally ridiculous. She came up and joined in so there were 5 of us all together.
We started getting really loud at this point and we were laughing hysterically because myself and E cannot sing… AT ALL. I mean I don’t think you can even begin to understand how bad I am. I have never karaoke’d in public, not even if I was really drunk, because I still think I would be told to get off the stage. It’s seriously that bad. So the fact that I was even participating in this, means I was loopy.
H and K were actually pretty good singers, and E and I were really bringing them down. Well a few minutes after we started getting really loud there came a loud knock on the door and this officer from the medical detachment was standing there looking very aggravated. She started yelling at us, telling us to keep it down, saying that she was very busy, la-de-da. Seeming that none of the medical officers onboard really do anything, we knew that was not true, so we just laughed and she was furious. We told her we would be quieter and then as soon as we shut the door we were louder than before. I was willing to start that war, even though she outranked us. haha.
She didn’t come back but we decided to move our party to the wardroom and so we did. 5 minutes later she walked in to eat dinner all of a
sudden even though dinner was over and she was glaring at us. We sang louder and danced around until she left. It was awesome.
I had my second SWO board for my pin, two days ago and I passed! I have to go before the captain for my final board and he will drill me with questions and then if he thinks I am ready he will sign my letter and I will get my pin.
While I was on watch a few days ago around 0330 in the morning someone started screaming frantically on the bridge to bridge radio saying their ship was being attacked and they needed assistance immediately. I of course picked up the phone and started talking to them. We were collecting information, but the position was too far for us to provide immediate assistance so another ship in the area went in for the rescue. Their ship was on fire and it was an oil tanker so that is not a good thing. There were explosions coming from the engine room and everyone had run to the bridge and locked themselves inside. Shortly after, they abandoned ship. The Philippine Sea was pulling them out of the water approximately an hour later. I couldn’t believe that I was the first contact with them, it was pretty cool.
It’s a vicious world out here. The merchant vessels are very vulnerable and I would be extremely afraid to be on a merchant vessel crossing this part of the world. Being held hostage for over a year is not in my life plan.
Since our next port is going to be extended, we are planning different things to do such as a paintball tournament. This I am very excited
about. I love playing paintball! And we will have dinner parties. SUPPO, will have a wedding down. He was just promoted from LT to Lieutenant Commander and normally when you go up a pay grade you take the wardroom out for a party called a “wedding down” in which you are supposed to spend at a minimum the difference of your pay-grade. He said I could help him plan it!!! I love planning party’s!
Well there’s not a whole lot going on at the moment. I’m reading a very engrossing novel called Unbroken about Louie Zamperini an Olympic runner who got drafted into the War in 1941 and was on a B-24 Liberator which ended up crashing in the ocean. He and the pilot survived and floated for 40 days some 2,000 miles to the Marshall Islands where they were picked up and put into a POW camp by the Japanese. It’s a very intense and emotional read but I can’t put it down. More soon!