Life continues apace on the Coast Guard Cutter Bear. The crew is settling into a routine, eating, sleeping and working on schedule and conducting drills and training randomly. The seas are slightly larger than before, but still pretty calm. Last night I cut my head on something while I was asleep in the rack. With no hair to guard my head, my melon becomes an unprotected target. I counted about 4 sharp corners it could have been. It probably won’t be the last time.
The Chief’s Mess invited me to dinner tonight. The Chief’s Mess is an ultra-exclusive club for Chiefs only. It’s kind of a lounge area/dining room in which all the Chiefs hang out. There Chiefs are served their meals on fancy glass dishes instead of the plastic ones the enlisted folks use. On a Cutter, the Chiefs are the ones to go to to get anything difficult accomplished. The Chief’s network controls resources and moves around pieces synergistically to make things happen. More information to follow.
God Bless,
Andrew