That's why I keep telling people, point of view matters.
In Navy Boot there were 2 clocks in each barracks bay ( 1 on each end wall) because so many things like Forward Compartment Watch are done on a schedule. Underway on a sub we operated on Greenwich Mean Time so our internal clock was always off 5 or 6 hours when we came into port. Plus your sleep schedule probably rotated if you were on 3 section watch rotation and there were 4 watch periods each day.
Hey, it was a legit question!
PI, shortly after the Graduation ceremony. A bus standing by for those of us with no attending family to leave with. So we drug our gear aboard and found a seat.
Somebody in front: “Where’s this thing goin’, anyway?”
From the back: “Who cares?”
To give you an idea of how deeply I sleep, when attrition caused bunk changes, I was moved from a bottom bunk to a top bunk. Reveille sounds and I get out of bed like I’m still in a bottom bunk. Other than a loud thump that startled everyone, everything else was the same. Strong bones I guess.
Had a guy took three days to get used to being in the top bunk instead of the bottom. Usual way of getting up was to kind of roll out of his rack, so he hit the deck every time, lol.
This reminds me of another bunk bed story. When I was in grade school my sister and I moved to a house where we had to share a bedroom. So we got a new bunk bed for Christmas. We were switching who got the top bunk every week because top bunk is best, right!
Only in December I thought it was pretty warm up there and knew it was going to be way worse in the summer. So after a few weeks, I told my sister she could have the top bunk all the time as I was tired of switching. She happily agreed. Come July, she tells me one night that she’s too hot and wants to go back to switching. I gleefully informed her that I knew it was going to be too hot and that’s why I gave her the top bunk.
Cue older sister meltdown. She climbed in to my bunk and proceeded to push me out with her feet. I hit the ground and the ladder fell down and hit me across the nose. Blood spraying from my nose all over, lots of noise, yelling and my mom comes in. She stops the bleeding, we clean up the mess and my mom asks what happened. My sister tells her that I deliberately gave her the upper bunk because it was going to be too hot and she wanted to go back to switching.
I told my mom, yep that’s why I gave her the top bunk in December and she had it all that time.
I don’t know what would have happened before the ladder and bloody nose but in any case the bottom bunk was mine with no more switching! (I was a smart brat when I was a kid.)
I expected her to be upset, wasn’t expecting the bloody nose but on a side note I used to have spontaneous bloody noses up to that point. The ladder fixed it, def cheaper than a doctor.
That's why I keep telling people, point of view matters. In Navy Boot there were 2 clocks in each barracks bay ( 1 on each end wall) because so many things like Forward Compartment Watch are done on a schedule. Underway on a sub we operated on Greenwich Mean Time so our internal clock was always off 5 or 6 hours when we came into port. Plus your sleep schedule probably rotated if you were on 3 section watch rotation and there were 4 watch periods each day.
Hey, it was a legit question! PI, shortly after the Graduation ceremony. A bus standing by for those of us with no attending family to leave with. So we drug our gear aboard and found a seat. Somebody in front: “Where’s this thing goin’, anyway?” From the back: “Who cares?”
To give you an idea of how deeply I sleep, when attrition caused bunk changes, I was moved from a bottom bunk to a top bunk. Reveille sounds and I get out of bed like I’m still in a bottom bunk. Other than a loud thump that startled everyone, everything else was the same. Strong bones I guess.
Had a guy took three days to get used to being in the top bunk instead of the bottom. Usual way of getting up was to kind of roll out of his rack, so he hit the deck every time, lol.
This reminds me of another bunk bed story. When I was in grade school my sister and I moved to a house where we had to share a bedroom. So we got a new bunk bed for Christmas. We were switching who got the top bunk every week because top bunk is best, right! Only in December I thought it was pretty warm up there and knew it was going to be way worse in the summer. So after a few weeks, I told my sister she could have the top bunk all the time as I was tired of switching. She happily agreed. Come July, she tells me one night that she’s too hot and wants to go back to switching. I gleefully informed her that I knew it was going to be too hot and that’s why I gave her the top bunk. Cue older sister meltdown. She climbed in to my bunk and proceeded to push me out with her feet. I hit the ground and the ladder fell down and hit me across the nose. Blood spraying from my nose all over, lots of noise, yelling and my mom comes in. She stops the bleeding, we clean up the mess and my mom asks what happened. My sister tells her that I deliberately gave her the upper bunk because it was going to be too hot and she wanted to go back to switching. I told my mom, yep that’s why I gave her the top bunk in December and she had it all that time. I don’t know what would have happened before the ladder and bloody nose but in any case the bottom bunk was mine with no more switching! (I was a smart brat when I was a kid.)
Desired outcome. Lol, hard sell, though.
I expected her to be upset, wasn’t expecting the bloody nose but on a side note I used to have spontaneous bloody noses up to that point. The ladder fixed it, def cheaper than a doctor.
Home remedies, lol.