Tonight will be the last night I ever spend at sea.
Subtley over the past 18 and a half years, the ocean has worked it’s way into my blood and is as crucial to what makes me “me” as my upbringing and education. Deploying aboard a ship is (I’ll begin getting used to using the past tense tomorrow) a part of my life that I’ve both celebrated and cursed, longed for and dreaded.
Sure I bitch about what I miss out here… my son, a cold beer, pretty lasses. But it is what I chose to do with my life nearly two decades ago. And it was a good choice which has made all the difference to me.
Personal issues have made me face the fact that after my next tour of shore duty I’ll bid a fond farewell to my Navy life. I’ve no regrets.
Better than seven years of my life I’ve gone to bed at sea. That’s more nights than I spent with my ex-wife. I guess tonight will be my last night with my first love.
Neither mundane nor pointless, but it’s off my chest now.