Submarine Life
(This was originally going to be a reply on the Navy group. But I got to rambling so it turned into a blog.)
Fox, you, like MT1 truely have a way with words.
Submarine duty is a way of life. It's also at times almost like a secret society/frat of brothers that understand each other without saying a word once the dolphins on their chests are spotted.
Hell, I'm not even a subbie, just a subbie's wife. Learn to love dolphins, and your shipmates. As much as I hate MT1 going to sea and deployment, I know it's a fact of his job, and it's also deep rooted in his blood. Seems subbies almost have a closer tie to the sea than other sailors. (This is not a dis to surface fleet. Please don't take it that way.)
I know on more than one occasion I've scared people from other services and even people like firefighters and cops when I say 'My husband is a trident submariner."
Tradition is also a huge fact of life on submarines. Pranksters and jokesters are standard on board ship. You also learn to treasure the names like Rickover; Fluckey; and learn the story of the Barb and how she earned a train patch on her battle flag. Also you seem to learn how to talk a chief into dressing up as Santa and standing topside for a holiday homecoming.
Being away from home and lack of communication (especially Trident fleet) is another fact of life. You learn ways around it and how to entertain yourself.
Subbies are just a special breed. Bubbles heads, squids, and whatever other nickname is associated with your rate. You learn to love the smell of amine. You learn that refit will atleast destroy an entire pack of white t-shirts, 1 pair of utility pants, and possible a pair of boots. If you are tall you learn where every low spot is you forgot about since last patrol, and not to mention you learn not to dart up out of bed. (That light grate is a killer..) Also, you will remember sea stories at the wierdest time and for the strangest reasons...
DFB, Boomer Pride, 41 for Freedom, and best of all...Tridents do it deeper..
Fox, you, like MT1 truely have a way with words.
Submarine duty is a way of life. It's also at times almost like a secret society/frat of brothers that understand each other without saying a word once the dolphins on their chests are spotted.
Hell, I'm not even a subbie, just a subbie's wife. Learn to love dolphins, and your shipmates. As much as I hate MT1 going to sea and deployment, I know it's a fact of his job, and it's also deep rooted in his blood. Seems subbies almost have a closer tie to the sea than other sailors. (This is not a dis to surface fleet. Please don't take it that way.)
I know on more than one occasion I've scared people from other services and even people like firefighters and cops when I say 'My husband is a trident submariner."
Tradition is also a huge fact of life on submarines. Pranksters and jokesters are standard on board ship. You also learn to treasure the names like Rickover; Fluckey; and learn the story of the Barb and how she earned a train patch on her battle flag. Also you seem to learn how to talk a chief into dressing up as Santa and standing topside for a holiday homecoming.
Being away from home and lack of communication (especially Trident fleet) is another fact of life. You learn ways around it and how to entertain yourself.
Subbies are just a special breed. Bubbles heads, squids, and whatever other nickname is associated with your rate. You learn to love the smell of amine. You learn that refit will atleast destroy an entire pack of white t-shirts, 1 pair of utility pants, and possible a pair of boots. If you are tall you learn where every low spot is you forgot about since last patrol, and not to mention you learn not to dart up out of bed. (That light grate is a killer..) Also, you will remember sea stories at the wierdest time and for the strangest reasons...
DFB, Boomer Pride, 41 for Freedom, and best of all...Tridents do it deeper..
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