Boy, I love the waves, urp

"Oh, I joined the Navy - to see the sea - and what did I see? I saw the sea." I think those are the words to start that song. Well, pretty soon a couple of guys in our group said they thought they would go below and "rest." I looked at them and told the men remaining, "I think they look a little green - I'll bet they are getting sea sick!" After about another half hour of watching the breakers go over the bow of the boat I suddenly didn't feel so good so I told the remaining guys I thought I would go below and rest. Shortly after going below I thought to myself that I was going to get sea sick - probably like the others. Sure enough, I made it to the tub in the center, which was no longer "empty" and made my deposit. I felt better so went back up the ladder; hadn't been there very long and felt like I was getting sick, so here we go again! By now quite a few had come down "to rest." Later on it was chow time again, but didn't feel hungry; it was another story when it was chow time again; I made it barely past those blasted garbage cans; was standing in line smelling the food and went back below again. That night we were all asleep when suddenly the ship jolted and felt like we had hit something; or, maybe something hit us! The guys who weren't sick raced for the ladder and headed up the stairs; not me, I said "Let the damn ship go down - there would have to be an alarm to send us topside!" In the a.m. I still couldn't get past the garbage can smell so returned to my bunk. By that evening I was feeling good enough to eat some soup, or anything and I made it. Felt better, but still not great. (Cont'd)