Now, this should be an entertaining week.
In a few hours I trundle onto the
boat ship–excuse me, these big gray target things have a slightly different name, and I ain’t used to it. I’ll spend a few days running around trying to figure out what is going on, and then to try and surf the wave of chaos. At some point I’ll be the watch guy for the strike group.
All I have to do is figure out the language, the skills needed, the capabilities of all the different groups I’ll be working with, and how to make the submarine work with all of the other fun going on. Nothing like a little challenge.
Funny story. Well, to me, anyway. I seem to not tell it too well. Friday, I’m at the end of two weeks of Special High Intensity Training (acronym intentional), and they throw me in the room to be the battle watch captain. I’m surfing the wave of reports coming in, guiding minimally because everyone knows what they’re doing, and all of a sudden I have a need to turn the force. I know it needs to be done, it isn’t happening, and I know where we need to go.
Problem is, we don’t do this kind of thing on submarines. So I turn to my guys and ask, “Okay, how do I say this?” Oh, that’s what a corpen is.
I guess you had to be there, but it’s funny how you can know what to do but not how to say it in a formal way over the radio.
Anyhow, wish me luck. I’ll be gone for a short while and don’t know if I’ll have any connectivity, so the crickets will continue wihtout a response on my part.