From one of our Retired Sailors in regard to coming home……..
The things that go through our mind when someone asks “What was it like on a ship?” A better question would be “What is it like being back home?”
Sailors don’t talk about-
The culture shock of coming home from the ship and having to relearn how to be a part of society.
The moments you spend re-examining yourself in the mirror because you forgot what you really looked like out of the uniform.
The rashes, bruises, cuts, scars from working in harsh environments.
Wearing normal clothes is the most comfortable feeling on earth. Even the crusty jeans you barely fit into anymore.
Getting sick every time you come home because you are able to eat civilized food again and drink your favorite drinks again.
Getting dressed with the lights on.
Amazed at how you lose so much weight without trying.
Having to sleep with a fan on because the room you are in now is too silent.
Suddenly being thankful for literally everything you own and experience in a normal day.
Showering without shoes on.
The water is hot.
Folding laundry while sitting on the bed.
Not being able to sleep in rough seas because we are catching jets and you have to make sure that you hear them catch the wire… retract. The pilot is safe.
Man overboard. They didn’t say it was a drill this time. Everyone gets to their stations a little quicker to make sure their guys are good.
You probably don’t notice how often you hit your head anymore.
“Medical emergency in compartment..” silence. Do I know anyone in that compartment? I hope they are okay, nothing major.
I don’t remember the last time I was alone in a room for more than 10 minutes.
Coming home in a different season. The grass is green now. They harvested all the cotton fields.
Oh! She had her baby, bless her heart.
Wow. It’s been years…where was I?
First call. First call to colors.