My lasting memory of doing all this stuff was coming back aboard after a 14-hour boarding in the tropical sun. Worn out as fuck, but feeling good because we made a bust. Then one of my fellow Ensigns comes in and makes a bitchy remark about how he had to take my watch because I was out on the RHIB and I now "owe him," and the Chop tells me to keep my guys off the mess decks ("But they need something to eat." "They should have come by during meal hours." "Suppo, they were on the boarding during meal hours. With me." "Then it's your problem, First, not mine.").
SWOdom sucks. Believe it.