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The Gourds and it’s amazing!

Stamey’s in Greensboro and Short Sugar’s in Reidsville are my go to’s, mainly because they’re close by. I have heard great things about The Pit.

My friend, Michael Scott, loves this place. Every time he’s in NYC, he gets a slice from here. As he is the manager of a paper company, I’m sure he could afford a fancier place but this one here, it’s the best.

Maybe missing the joke but do you mean haricot verts?

I love campari and orange soda over ice. On a hot day, nothing like it.

One of my best friends made Senior Chief with red. He was a fuck up early on but then got his shit together.

An old LPO of mine used to always start his stories that way: “There I was in the Straits of Malacca, holding life-giving plasma over my head, while...”

I hadn’t thought of that but that’s exactly what we do, pop the hatches with no interval. My apologies for my incomplete knowledge of what causes the bends. My assumption, incorrectly, has always been that any ascent from depth would cause that. Thanks for the correction.

Regularly might be overstating but certainly a blow is not a huge deal. I was only ever on fast boats so no nukes on board; if they ever were it was an exceedingly rare thing. I don’t think boomers (they carry nukes) do blows as often but certainly they have to do them occasionally for QA, training, etc.

Happy to do it, brother. Tyler runs a great blog and I am honored to contribute in any way I can.

Hi, I’m Marty. The Doc has dramamine and those patches but generally unless it’s a rough surface transit, seasickness is not an issue. That being said, I surface transited the Strait of Gibraltar in a pretty rough sea state, at night. So the control room was rigged for black and all around me I could hear, but not

3 years there, never mugged; pickpocketed once though.

What drew me to submarines and most other people I think is that they recruit you while you’re in “A” school, right after Basic. I was a 19 year kid who had never seen a Navy ship, submarine, or much of anything else and these tow submarine Petty Officers (both E5s, I think) came in and talked to the males in my

Not mercury, silver spray paint to give them “chrome” grills, just like a car. In a sense, becoming the car, perhaps.

It’s receive, not recieve.

As a retired fast boat guy, I can tell you that, in my experience, submarines are superbly engineered, strenuously tested, and full of highly trained, often exceptional people. Safety and security are top priorities. The submarine force has a painstaking maintenance program, backups for almost every piece of