“There was nothing better than the smell of a fresh BBQ in the open air, especially after having spent thirty days on a diesel boat – submerged on patrol between 55 and 90 feet!!”
Imagine,…. 85+ guys, most ALL UNDER the age of 30,…. smashed in an underwater suppository with no useable water, no ‘useable’ fresh air, no ‘useable’ showers, no natural light, only a half dozen toilets, no laundry facilities, no barber shop, NOTHING!!!
We lived in and under conditions much WORSE than any Local, State, or Federal Penitentiary provided to the scumbags who broke our laws yet, we never complained, and openly accepted the fact that we were just Submariners Serving our Country’!
All I know is that the smell of ‘real’ fresh air means more to me today than anything else. I’ve breathed ‘foul’ air…… I remember air so thin of oxygen that you couldn’t light a wooden match,… I remember the smell of diesel that permeated every thread of my Hong Kong tailored dress blues,…… And I also remember comments I’d get when passing by fellow service members and civilians while on liberty – no matter what port we were in…….
“Pig Boat Sailor”