Tags: Reading, Writing
Since coming ashore as an NROTC Assistant Professor, I have come to wonder why poems and literature at sea are losing popularity amongst our ranks. Perhaps the mystery and feel of navy life has been diminished ‚Äď Electronic Chart Data Information System (ECDIS-N) does not have the feel of a sextant and receiving storm data vis-√†-vis Meteorological Officers in Hawaii isn‚Äôt the same as predicting gales using weather gauges.
Many officers and sailors have talked to me about ‚Äúhow interesting navy life used to be,‚ÄĚ or have confessed, ‚Äúit isn‚Äôt the same anymore.‚ÄĚ These are accurate observations and I think that an organization with a rich history such as ours deserves admiration. Nevertheless, this is the best time to be in the Navy. Women and minorities serve at equal status with their white male counterparts; sailors have more support networks then ever before; and social media allows many of us to communicate with our families in nearly real time. Our sensory connections with the duties we perform at sea are indeed not what they once were, but does this necessarily mean we are less inclined to write about the encompassing power of our planet‚Äôs restless and mysterious waters?
Despite the interest our careers inspire amongst men and women of all ages, there has been a considerable decline in literary reminiscences over the last few years. Instead of using turning to pen and paper to share and confess our thoughts, we merely use hash tags and click ‚Äėshare.‚Äô
The nineteenth century gave us Walt Whitman, Herman Melville and Joseph Conrad; the early twentieth century produced Jack London and Patrick O‚ÄôBrien. They were sailors with the ability to portray sea life from a variety of perspectives that engaged readers at their core. Although their work was primarily fiction, I‚Äôd offer that the difference between fiction and reality is razor thin. The stories poignantly reveal human nature at sea and provide meaning that all of us can relate to. Like these famed authors, we too must strive to make meaning in what we do and then portray this cogently to the public domain and each other.
Popular writers have weighed in, but their contributions are not necessarily accurate. The April 19¬†New Yorker article ‚ÄúShipmates: Life on an Aircraft Carrier‚ÄĚ by Geoff Dyer, ended with the same dubious colloquialism every landlubber surmises. ‚ÄúWhen, at last, I was back on the very dry land of Bahrain, I checked in at a hotel, went up to my room, and showered for a long time. The water felt cleaner, more sparkling [. . .] I looked out the window at the empty cityscape and experienced another revelation: I could go for a walk!‚ÄĚ Similarly, the only question Thomas Friedman asks a young junior officer when he rode the USS New Mexico for one night was ‚Äúhow do all of you stand being away from your families for so long underwater, receiving only a two-sentence ‚Äėfamily-gram‚Äô once a week?‚ÄĚ
I would contest we are not simply motivated by the same social connotations that our civilian counterparts enjoy. We are sailors. We come from a different breed and our lives by nature do not possess the homogeneous social norms of our civilian counterparts. Although we may have put to sea for a variety of reasons ‚Äď service to our nation, learn new skills, earn the GI Bill ‚Äď all of us have been affected by the wonders of navy life; our lives sharpened by the life on the seas. Some of the mystery is gone, but the beauty still remains.
Proceedings and other naval publications primarily exist to discuss and debate naval doctrine, but it should also reflect on our social experiences in a meaningful way. To be honest, I have never mused about the powers of Aegis beneath the vast night sky, with the dust of the Milky Way scattered as far as the eye can see. Even though the Main Propulsion Assistant and the senior gas turbine technician could recite each valve within the main drainage system by memory, we never argued too much about engineering improvements that our senior leaders should be pursuing. We told sea stories, discussed books and history, laughed as we reenacted scenes in our favorite movies, and then went about our duties.
Mahan‚Äôs diary as a junior officer is a fascinating read. Many of his entries lament about his fear of drinking too much and his abhorrence of superior officers. ‚ÄúThe Captain has annoyed me, and I have felt and spoken angrily and sullenly.‚ÄĚ And, like so many of us, he does not always complete tasks on time. ‚ÄúHave failed in my duty concerning the reading of the Articles of War.‚ÄĚ Yet, within his complaints and small victories, a portrait of life at sea emerges. His ability to reflect on sea life, both positive and negative, ultimately led to him thinking more critically about naval tactics and the naval profession as a whole. Simply put, it gave him meaning and persuaded him to remain at sea.
Over the years, I have found that life itself is like the sea. Our lives ebb and flow like a foaming tide. We attempt to seize each moment, try to live one day at a time, hang on tightly to lifelines and trust that our faith in each other will get us there. So much we do in our lives as sailors is wandering and I do profess that wandering the ocean is the most exciting profession in the world.
Perhaps John Masefield says it best in Sea Fever.
Oh I must go down to the seas again,
To the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship
And a star to steer her by
And the heel‚Äôs kick and the wind‚Äôs song,
And the white sail‚Äôs shaking
And a grey mist on the sea‚Äôs face
And a grey dawn breaking
Before my final deployment aboard USS Milius, my wife gave me the finest gift anyone could: a journal. It was an impeccable idea. After all, there’s nothing like a day at sea, to meditate about this earth and to think of all the challenges that await us afloat and ashore. So, as naval officers who experience the daily grind, let us tell the evolving story of our Navy. One hundred years from now these entries will capture us for who we were and where we were going.
Geoff Dyer, ‚ÄúShipmates: Life on an Aircraft Carrier,‚ÄĚ The New Yorker, April 2014, 6; Thomas Friedman, ‚ÄúParallel Parking in the Arctic Circle,‚ÄĚ The New York Times Sunday Review, March 29, 2014.
Diary entry on August 6, 1868 and May 11, 1869 in Letters and Papers of Alfred Thayer Mahan, vol. I (Annapolis: Naval Institute Press, 1975), 201; 301.
John Masefield, ‚ÄúSea Fever‚ÄĚ in Salt Water Ballads (1902).
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