I have my little fears about dying in certain various ways, such as in a fire, or in a fall from a great height, etc. But now I’ve just realized I have a new how-not-to-die phobia: underwater in a burning navy ship - the searing heat, claustrophobic confines, smoke and noxious fumes, then, just as you’re about to check out, you realize you’re drowning in scuzzy dock water and maybe about to get blown up by the best bomb maker in the world, if a wrong thing comes in contact with some other wrong thing. God help those guys get out of there in one piece!
By the way, how old is this ship? My wife’s father served on an earlier Bonhomme Richard.
This is a newer one...
Your wife’s father likely served on the Essex class “Bonnie Dick”.
Unless she is a couple of hundred years old...:)