Well. it's that time in a sailor's career to get back underway; to get back on the saddle, back to the grind, or whatever euphemism your heart desires. Point is, we're back at sea for an extended amount of time and I'm trying to get my sea legs back. So far, I have only felt sick for a few hours. It's strange because last year the entire deployment I only felt sick a handful of times. So this is a pleasant surprise (eye roll). I'm not talkin' hunched over and straight up green, but enough dizziness, headache, and sour stomach to dread the beginning of long hours, bland food, tight quarters, and family deprivation that is my reality for the next several weeks.
Other than feeling a bit queasy, getting underway was somewhat underwhelming. Typically, I play an active role in the detail responsible for detaching the boat from the pier and getting us out of the harbor, but not today. My work center had a strike scenario today. We were graded on a theatrical Tomahawk missile strike. It involves many other ships and an off ship entity simulating a missile campaign. We do several per year and numerous 'in house' practice scenarios, but this one took all our man power and we were unable to help with other evolutions. It went fairly well and we will get out results in a few weeks.
For now, I just keep chuggin' along getting back into the swing of that life at sea.
Navy slang: Brownies; paper towel that are the color brown used to dry your hands in the bathroom. "Please throw your brownies in the trash , do not flush them."
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