The 24 Hours of My Life
The Best 24 Hours of My Life
The Best 24 Hours of My Life
John H. Brown
University of La Verne
The Best 24 Hours of My Life
So it is the night before the USS Ronald Reagan is due to pull into Phuket, Thailand. Many outsiders may think that this is an ordinary port call, but as for the sailors that have been here many times before know that a lot of first timers wont be getting any sleep this night. Their minds won’t be at ease due to the rumors that have spread thru the mess decks. Questions about the famous adult playground will be asked all night long until the early hours of the morning. Until they, themselves have had a taste of the Thailand waters.
So it’s the morning of port call for the USS Ronald Reagan to pull into Phuket. Everybody is running around like chickens with their heads chopped off getting ready for this epic adventure. While I’m just taking my time getting out of bed because this isn’t my first rodeo going into Phuket. I know that there are going to be delays at the landing docks, and that there is going to be a line from hell trying to get off the ship. So in the meantime I go looking from the party of people this is supposed to be getting off the ship with me because we have a huge day ahead of us. I’m talking about going to get a villa at the Outrigger, setting up trips, and of course partying the rest of the night away. So I gathered my party into a quiet area of the berthing to lay down a few simple rules, letting them know that trouble will not be tolerated. Myself being the most senior, I had to lay down the law.
Getting off the ship like I said before was a nightmare. There was a line from hell; it took two hours from the time we reached the hangar bay to get on a tour boat to reach land. Everybody on the boat was so excited to be off the ship headed to Phuket. When we reached the mainland it was go time. We was running behind schedule because of the delay getting the ship, so instead of hoping on the bus heading
The Best 24 Hours of My Life
John H. Brown
University of La Verne
The Best 24 Hours of My Life
So it is the night before the USS Ronald Reagan is due to pull into Phuket, Thailand. Many outsiders may think that this is an ordinary port call, but as for the sailors that have been here many times before know that a lot of first timers wont be getting any sleep this night. Their minds won’t be at ease due to the rumors that have spread thru the mess decks. Questions about the famous adult playground will be asked all night long until the early hours of the morning. Until they, themselves have had a taste of the Thailand waters.
So it’s the morning of port call for the USS Ronald Reagan to pull into Phuket. Everybody is running around like chickens with their heads chopped off getting ready for this epic adventure. While I’m just taking my time getting out of bed because this isn’t my first rodeo going into Phuket. I know that there are going to be delays at the landing docks, and that there is going to be a line from hell trying to get off the ship. So in the meantime I go looking from the party of people this is supposed to be getting off the ship with me because we have a huge day ahead of us. I’m talking about going to get a villa at the Outrigger, setting up trips, and of course partying the rest of the night away. So I gathered my party into a quiet area of the berthing to lay down a few simple rules, letting them know that trouble will not be tolerated. Myself being the most senior, I had to lay down the law.
Getting off the ship like I said before was a nightmare. There was a line from hell; it took two hours from the time we reached the hangar bay to get on a tour boat to reach land. Everybody on the boat was so excited to be off the ship headed to Phuket. When we reached the mainland it was go time. We was running behind schedule because of the delay getting the ship, so instead of hoping on the bus heading