Well,
Yoni is officially gone, off to spend 6-8 weeks on the USS Ashland as part of
the 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit.
While
there was no official send-off with flags and balloons and a brass band (too
many people and too much stuff to on-load, I guess), I did get a chance to
visit the ship with Yoni a couple of days before he left. We weren’t on board
for long – Yoni was just dropping off some of his bags – but it was long enough
to check out the accommodations and get a sense for what it might be like to
live on a US Navy vessel.
First of
all, I have to say that ships were not built for people as tall as Yoni.
Putting aside having to step through every porthole/doorway and the million and
a half opportunities to trip there are onboard every day, Yoni barely cleared
the light fixtures. I’m not convinced that he won’t come back with a
permanently bruised head. At least he fit in his bed – even if it was just
barely.
Speaking
of beds. In the Officers’ berthings (apparently that’s the ship-appropriate
word for room-where-people-sleep), or at least in Yoni’s, there were 4 beds – 2
sets of bunk beds. It was a small room, and that seemed crowded.
At least
until I saw the Enlisted berthings. Their beds are – no joke – 4 high. And
these are not rooms with high ceilings. And each set of beds is pushed right up
against a second set of beds lengthwise, which I’m sure makes for some awkward
accidental middle of the night cuddling.
Oh, and
the stairs might as well be ladders. I thought about wearing a skirt the day we
visited; let’s just say it’s a good thing I didn’t. It must be an excellent
workout, though, just moving around the ship all day.
Even
based on the 45 minutes I spent on board, it’s hard to imagine being able to
live on a ship like that for two months or more. It certainly gives me new
respect for people who elect to do so. I’m curious to see how it plays out for
Yoni. I’m sure he’ll make the best of it, however the actual experience is, but
here’s hoping he learns how not to bump his head everywhere he goes! It’s the
little things.
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