Well, I suppose under those rules I should still be CAP'n in the 'D' over the Persian Gulf? I know me and my babe were both better with age, right?
But you see, like a fine old Islay Scotch, in the end, we were just too expensive for the risks involved. Like a beautiful woman, the Tomcat was too tempermental and high maintenance to continue our relationship.
Old beauties are a wonderful thing, but after awhile, even with the best care, they eventually throw a compressor blade your way, and mess your $hit up.
Then you have to get out, and hope you survive the separation intact and undamaged physically and mentally, in hopes that another beauty will let you push her buttons.