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Originally Posted by starkind
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I can't imagine. I've visited a few museum ships. They are like living spirits with their own souls. Even the smells got to me (in a good way). Like from another dimension. Or otherworld. Like they weren't even directly on or in normal earth. Hard to explain. If there's a ship heaven, they're going. Gotta go. Deserve a reward.
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Its like an entire world people live in. Cept its made of steel. Like, our little planet. Our little piece of home in a huge ocean on all sides. The smells are intense.. That grease, paint, and metal smells.. mmf. The dead skin cells piling up in places they havent been cleaned. The smell of humanity where the ACs dont work so well. Its so weird too. Like you're trapped inside it, but its the safest place to be on earth, but you still feel kinda trapped. Everyone does. You
cant leave. Its almost too much when you first pull out knowing you're going somewhere to kill people.
It is like another world with its own rules, its own engine to go where it pleases. Its hard to describe, you're right. A ship has a soul, thats for sure. All those millions of man hours, nourishing it and keeping it alive, they had to impart something to it. Nimitz had its own easy going personality. Like it just wanted to do the job and get it over with. Even when it rarely broke, it was something small, never stopping for anything. One time we drove her for sixty six days straight underway, making steam and doing giant donuts and figure eights in the ocean. Like what a fucking beast. Sixty six fucking days underway. Everyone walked funny after being out to sea for months when we pulled in. You expect the ground to pitch up to meet your foot but it doesnt on land.
02-25-2022, 12:06 PM
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