You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but we really did ride the torpedoes. It was inevitable for sure. You can’t invent something that rides the waves that fast and expect a man to stay off of it. No sir, you cannot.
Whenever you talk about servicemen (and women) of any kind, you have to understand you’re talking about those who are constantly looking for adventure. Naturally, if you show them a puddle of water, they’re going to want to see what’s in the puddle. They might even try to splash all the water out of it. If you give them something with a motor or a propulsion system, they’re going to want to drive it.
These were the guys I served with in the Navy.
The guy on the left was the craziest, and the most fun. He was always tapping on things. Drumming really, but we never realized it ’til later. At first, everyone thought he was infatuated with morse code. Then we all figured out his constant tapping was rhythmic. Once we knew what he was doing, we could tell he was an amazing drummer.
The other two were officers, so they mostly bossed everyone around. They were fun too, in their own ways. The one would dress up in yellow and black and demand we call him by his “stage name.” He was always reminding us to not stand too close.
It was a grand time, chasing waves, flinging harpoons, firing cannons, and collecting doubloons.
If you have the same sense of adventure, I would recommend it. If you’d rather stay home and take your adventure in smaller doses, you could try a nautical song I heard recently titled “Message In A Bottle”.