Time Flies……….It’s been three years since that awesome day……Already?

This day three years ago, I was privileged to spend a great day onboard The Good Ship USS Ronald Reagan CVN 76 with my dear friends, Chris Goodrich, aka the OldAFSarge and The WSO, Erika Cho.

I thought for the sake of waxing poetic that I would post a few pictures of that most awesome of days.

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Sandy Eggo Sunrise

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NAS North Island Flight Line
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Fort Rosecrans…………resting place of our friend, Captain Carroll Lefon……
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Point Loma. This is a familiar sight to yours truly as I saw it many times when aboard Ranger and Kitty Hawk.
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Kestrel’s Four Ship Diamond
hand-maintaining
Maintainers “flying with their hands!”
Old AF Sarge
Chris as the Squadron Duty Officer!
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OldAFSarge, The WSO and yours truly. 
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HSC-4 and The Colors
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Chris, Erika, Bubbles and Mrs. Bubbles.
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HSC-4 CAG Ship
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Selfie Time!
Launch Bar Parallel
I managed to get the launch bare almost parallel with the deck. It was simply luck!

I still think about that day…..I suppose I always will as it was that return to what I spent so many years doing.

To smell the salt air, catapult steam and jet exhaust…………………

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A post from The Good Captain

Lex’s Love Of The Navy Explained
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Things you’ve never seen…
By lex, on January 21st, 2006

Unless you’ve been to sea:

You’ve never heard the prolonged blast, and the 1MC call of “Underway. Shift colors,” and knew that it meant you wouldn’t be seeing those you love again for at least six months, if ever.
You’ve never stood on the very point of the bow of a destroyer in the Caribbean, where the sea is clearer than it has any right to be, with the rays of the aching sun slashing down through the water like spears from heaven and seen the sonar dome there thirty feet below the waterline as the cut line brusquely shoulders the waves aside.
You’ve never seen the flying fish playing in the bow wave, nor seen them leaping from the water as though electrified when the active sonar sings its questing, lilting song, asking of the submarine, “Are you there? Where are you?”

You’ve never opened your mouth the better to stop your ears while a Tomcat sat in tension on a waist cat in full blower, screaming to be released, and felt more than heard the sound of it vibrating your ribs, shaking your very organs and knowing that of all the things a man might be made for, this could certainly not be one of them.

You’ve never sat on a bollard right aft, on the helo deck, as a distant sun went down across an infinite sea, and just for a fleeting moment, grasped your part in the bigger picture.

You’ve never stood on the flight deck in a steaming sun and saluted a ship that went to the bottom sixty years ago, and saluted those she took down with her.

You’ve never seen how blue the ocean can be south of the line, on the way to Australia, and never felt the need to just get there.

You’ve never trembled with anticipation as the carrier neared the pier, the deployment done, and tried to find your own family, and hoped that it would be OK. You’ve never felt the shiver that came with that final blast on the ship’s whistle, “Moored. Shift colors.”

And I feel a bit sorry for you, for never having felt these things.

The Sea Effect 1

only 5 percent of Americans have ever seen the sun set from a warship