Maine Maritime Academy - Tricks End Yearbook (Castine, ME)

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. . . AND ANCHORS AWEIGH We were now on our way to becoming true Middies, but on that first day out we could have cared less. The pipe sounded of gale force winds and green seas, and we were kept busy by the old saltsi' in an attempt to keep us from thinking about the swirling waters and constant motion of the rolling ship. As the day progressed, most of us gradually fell into line along the rail beside such salty heroes as Pete Robinson and B. I.Thibodeau who had been observing the endless motion of the churning propellers since the last line had been tugged aboard. Those who made it until supper invariably found themselves joining their classmates on the fantail, while those who braved the quietness of the mess deck were seen eating an unbelievable amount of saltine crackers and little else. When we finally hit the sack, we found we couldnit sleep as the unfamiliar sound of humming reduction gears and tumbling lockers coupled with the weightless sensation accompanying the wallowing of the ship's structure prevented the dormant state of mind. The following two days and nights were, as we had expected, filled with neverending musters, bilge parties and deck plates, and the realization of what had to be learned in the next three and one- half years here at the Academy. 1 wanna go home - Grimard gmdnof ifiiflg tv get sick, lim not going to get sick, 1'm . . .BABFII If I knew how to use the phone, I'd report that midclie re eric 98 who iust fell over-board - Newbegin