Nicely phrased!
More time for shooting and more sleeping in my own bed.
Less aggravation and stress.
MUCH better pay.
Ah, yes!
But truly...who of us who've sailed the bounding main to lands afar would lightly give up the memories, bonds, and experiences?
Ahh, the lands, the peoples, the cultures, and the foods! I've been to at least 17 different countries, sailed under the polar ice cap, crossed the equator, sailed around the Cape Horn, circumnavigated the globe in record time (IceEx submariners know what I'm talking about), plied the waters of the Atlantic, Pacific, and numerous seas, transited the Panama Canal, all for starters.
I've sea stories aplenty; stories of laughter, harrowing experiences, hilarious antics, and outlandish acts of stupidity.
And who can forget their first swim call in the ocean depths? Mine was in 6,120 feet of water somewhere about 17 miles East of Cat Island in the Bahamas. Oh, the beauty of the crystal clear, blue depths! No land in sight, and the bottom far below the deepest you could dive from the fairwater planes!
And I've yet to run across another submariner, who was not an operator of one of the old DSRV's (Deep Sea Rescue Vehicles), who can say that they have actually stood barefoot topside on the Engineroom Escape Trunk hatch...while the submarine was 400 feet under water.
Or (in keeping with THR requirements, the obligatory gun story) the opportunity to go with the SEALs to the range and shoot THEIR weapons! (I missed that one, darn it.)
Life was hard...but we played hard, too. And as hard as it was, there were always people who insisted on making it even harder on themselves. Like that A-Ganger who was blowing sanitaries overboard without following the procedure and opened up a drain under his feet before he vented the sanitary tanks. Life doesn't get much funnier than that...except for the A-Ganger, that is. Seems he had a pretty cr*ppy sense of humor about that...
I won't give up sleeping with my wife in our comfortable bed, or my well paying job now...but I wouldn't trade anything for all those experiences and memories, either.
Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again