We pulled in to Yokosuka for a second
port visit, and though it was a working port, I got to go to my
family’s home every night we were there. For three nights, I slept
on a bed that did not rock, the phone did not ring at all hours, and
chains were not being dragged across the deck due to late hour flight
ops.
I got to shower in a shower I did not
share with 14 other women, shave in the shower without falling over,
without having to wear shower shoes, that did not rock back and
forth, and that drained normally.
I got to sit with my family at dinner
and talk late into the night. I was loved and supported.
And then we went back on deployment. It
was harder than I thought to get back into the rhythm.
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