How did I get here?

Well, how did I get here? Flat broke, that's how. I was attending university and was rapidly running out of cash when I noticed an add in a newspaper. Learn to operate nuclear power plants, no experience necessary. Wow. I can do that! I even worked a bit as a QA engineer. So, I call up the number and what happens? "Navy recruiting office Seattle". Uh, I think I dialed the wrong number. I'm answering this add about the nuke job. Oh, OK, I'll transfer you right over. I'm thinking that maybe its a civilian job with the Nav. That might not be so bad. "Navy recruiting office Spokane". WTF! I'm responding to this add. Can we come over and talk about it. Ummm, No. Did you realize that we have a 20k signing bonus? BAM! I bit the hook hard. I only had a couple hundred dollars to my name and was not going to make it through the school year. Yeah, sure. Come on over and talk to me.

So, how did I get here...they played up my greed and need for cash. Turns out I'm not the only one here like that

Wake Up...Your Bagging the Watch.

A freaking flashlight shone in my eyes. Pitch black everywhere else. Oh yeah... I'm still on the ship. The USS Abe Lincoln. The Stinkin Lincoln. Man, I hate this place. I've got the 3-7 watch and it does nothing but fuck with your sleep. Turns out I'm bagging Doc for the 10th time in as many days. Fucker owes me money and won't pay. Fuck him! I'll take it out of him in 15 min increments. " Dude, get up man, your late". "alright, I'm up...tell him I'll be down in a few". I'm way to short for this. This is the last westpac I'll ever pull in this mans Navy. I can't believe how hot it is! Its gotta be 90-95 in berthing. I've been leaving dead mans sheets for weeks now, the oil never really comes out of your pores. Looks like the shroud of Turin whenever i get up. Means its gonna SUCK down in 1MMR.

Alright. I'm up. Jail house uniform on and boots that are so salty they are beginning to crack. That's mostly my salt from sweating so much down in the Engine rooms. Man that pace sucks. Can't even smoke in there anymore. Bullshit. The damn soda cops keep busting my ass for coming out of the MMR wearing coveralls. I'm going to have to do something about that soon.

Gonna have a smoke out of the sponson before releaving Doc. I'll probably see friend out there, fucker is always late.