Posted on 02/14/2022 7:34:48 AM PST by logi_cal869
I believe you’re referring to the trough theory (the ship was so long...and heavy) which broke its keel. My memory is fuzzy.
Applicable, certainly.
Ahh yes...the WAVES...:)
(adapted to “I Wish I Was Back in The Army”)
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There’s a lot to be said for the Navy
A gal was never lost for company
A million handsome guys
With longing in their eyes
And all you had to do was pick the age, the weight, the size
Oh, gee, I wish I was back in the Navy
“Oh, gee, I wish I was back in the Navy”
Lots of fun times but once finally out I never wished I was back ...
“I always admired this Marine who was gamely batting out of his league...”
Had a fun time for a few months with a really nice ‘wave’. Ended when she got assigned to an admiral ...
Of course in her case with a tall lug like him, she would be saying "Hey! My eyes are down here!"
Hahahahahahaha...another case of RHIP...:)
“Hahahahahahaha...another case of RHIP...:)”
We did do some clubbing in D.C. but the commute into D.C. was not fun.
That they did, and confirmed a number of long-suspected problem areas where wave fronts collide. It wasn't just sailors telling tall tales; in fact, it wasn't even just sailors. A friend who used to work on a NOAA ship tells the story of a PhD oceanographer who almost came to blows with a shoreside colleague who told him he couldn't have seen what he saw.
I’m just busting your chops I’m king of the spelling boo boos here
I hung out at the “wedge” sneaker wave city
Shackleton survived a 100 footer during his small boat journey to South Georgia.
You really have to pick your waves at the Wedge. I remember hanging back beyond the surf line, waiting for a wave that wasn’t a wall. When the waves crashed, it felt like an earthquake.
I read that John Wayne injured his shoulder bodysurfing the Wedge which led to his losing his football scholarship at USC which lead to his acting career going from part time to full time.
I learned to bodysurf in Newport Beach when I was 11 years old. We were renting a place on the beach during the summer. There was a storm off Baja and the waves were ten feet high. The Wedge, however, was a whole new ballgame for me.
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