I have a limited ability to travel by boat. I set the record for shortest
time to being seasick on a crewboat when I walked onto one at the dock,
entered the crew area and smelled that crewboat smell of diesel/lysol/cleaned
vomit and turned around to puke on the dock.
My dad had an iron stomach (still getting used to writing that in the past
tense :( ). When we were on lake Pontchartrain in his 14' aluminum boat
trying to catch shrimp in 4' waves I was already asking to go home and
he was focused on doubling our catch from one to two shrimp. He told
us the story of when he was on the LST going from Morocco back to
New York they were in the tail end of a storm and the waves were the
same height as the wheelhouse. The sailors were short handed and my
dad was one of he few people that could stand a watch so he stayed up
in the wheelhouse during the storm. Even the captain had to turn and puke
in a bucket, but my dad stayed standing tall.
The LST made it's way to New York and they arrived at some ungodly
hour and were dumped off the ship. The USO should have taken care of
them to get them some place to stay on liberty until they could draw pay,
but they were no help, a guy from the salvation army drove them from
brooklyn to manhatten and got them a place to stay. My dad never supported
the USO after that.
He ended up being roped into working with shore patrol, paired with
a NYC police officer and had his nose broken in a bar fight. He described
his nose as a Roman nose (it roams all over his face). I look enough like
him that the priest stopped me on the way out of the church to say that it's good
that I got his looks and his other fine qualities, but I would never have the
guts to wade into a bar fight.