Life under way was a unique chance to see another world. There was always something to do, and if the daily routine would get to you, then the captain would just happily insert a drill or two to get the blood pumping. The thing I miss most about being at sea are the quiet evenings after Taps, when I could walk through the hangar bay, or even take a jog around it, and just watch people milling about, talking and appearing almost oblivious to the fact we were on a man-of-war which could be ordered into harm's way. In this section, I added informal portraits of the people I worked with in the public affairs office. We had the best shop in the fleet, I felt, and I always told them that. There were problems here and there, and we didn't always get the things done we wanted to get done, but we were all friends -- and that was the most important part.
