My mind rots.
I’ve seen documentaries on navy life. The submarines are the worst; the bunks on those things have the guys crammed in there like sardines. What happens when a swabbie gets the bed farts? I’ve heard the big carriers have five or six thousand people on them living elbow to elbow now!
I am not squeamish. I’ve proudly shat myself and watched the tards retch and writhe as they died and laughed. I’ve died 1000 deaths the same way. I can take it, and I can dish it out. But now women are on those boats, and if you think us guys reek… I am here to tell you that on bad days, the funk of females could kill a trucker! Or a Marine or a swabbie! I’m not joking either.
It makes me glad that I am becoming something of a hermit.