Singing on Watch

I would go underway and get horridly depressed and not know why. Some people argue that it is the constant negative aproach and attitude of those in charge. Others claim it is the lack of sunlight or quality food. Many say it is the eighteen hour day that blends into thirty six hours. Yet some people find a way to blame it on low oxygen levels. Some contend it is the sedentary lifestyle and complete lack of external stimuli. Then there are those who are just mad to be missing any and everything enjoyable aspect of life. I made many attempts to tell how I felt to my chain of command. During the commanding officer checkin he asked me if I had ever considered going to services on the boat. I looked him in the eyes and said, "I know this is the wrong awnser, but even if I was religious, I would not like to associate religion with some of the people on this boat (religious freaks), so I would never go to boat services."

While I was standing (sitting) reactor operator on a sunday my captain (commander of the moon colony) came near me right after he went to church services on the boat. I felt horrible and the last person I wanted to share the moment with was the moonmaster himself. I started to sing the Vasolines tune that Nirvana redid called "Jesus don't want me for a Sunbeam." After about 3 straight minutes he asked me "is that a religious hyme petty officer wall." I of course awnsered "Yes it is!," then I proceded to sing until he left about 7 minutes later. On his way out he mumbled to my supervisor "no singing." He didn't even have the courage to tell me to my face. At a later date and time at General Militarty Training (GMT otherwise known as GENERAL MISUSE of TIME) he said that we couldn't sing on watch. He said we could talk about "your twenty greatest grudge fucks," but we couldn't sing. Basically this is one of those you can be happy, but only my way routines that people of limited intelligence pull. This was one of my biggest sources of problems in the navy. People are convinced that with enough rank and brainwashing they can conform anyone. What little part of my mind that was left really fought to prove this wrong. I realize that everyone was not out to get me, but I stuck out and they wanted to change the only part of me that was keeping me alive.

I guess Jesus don't want me for a moonbeam either. Visit the moon base

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