It gets worse, unfortunately.
If you are fortunate to live to an older age, those – college panic dreams of tests and forgotten assignments/courses, and good nights in DC making you late, et. al. - do thankfully decline... but still do occur occasionally.
For me they are mostly replaced by the "I just received orders to a deploying squadron" even though I'm way too old, long been a civilian, and with many other important commitments.
Nevertheless I then get thrust back into a different Navy, forever lost in my dream and wandering on the much bigger carrier trying to find the RR and Dirty Shirt Wardroom, not to mention a much needed head. I finally meet my new squadron, except I am old enough to be their grandfather; I outrank the CO, and wonder what the hell I am doing here? As does everyone else in the squadron. And then I start to wonder if I can still trap at night.... or do I even want to try? That is about when I fortunately wake up!
If you are fortunate to live to an older age, those – college panic dreams of tests and forgotten assignments/courses, and good nights in DC making you late, et. al. - do thankfully decline... but still do occur occasionally.
For me they are mostly replaced by the "I just received orders to a deploying squadron" even though I'm way too old, long been a civilian, and with many other important commitments.
Nevertheless I then get thrust back into a different Navy, forever lost in my dream and wandering on the much bigger carrier trying to find the RR and Dirty Shirt Wardroom, not to mention a much needed head. I finally meet my new squadron, except I am old enough to be their grandfather; I outrank the CO, and wonder what the hell I am doing here? As does everyone else in the squadron. And then I start to wonder if I can still trap at night.... or do I even want to try? That is about when I fortunately wake up!
