The ride out is hard. You know you will not see your family for a few months and the things you will see will leave you with dreams for decades to come. But that ride home is phenomenal. When you get a day like the one pictured, the mountains on the starboard side as you glide through the water are one of the most beautiful things you will ever see. The fresh air that replaces the mechanically scrubbed air that you have been breathing for so long feels a bit foreign on your lungs at first. But the anticipation of holding a loved one once again wipes away the months of isolation.
Someone once asked me how you could be isolated surrounded by so many others in such a confined space. My only answer is that until you have done it, you would not be able to understand it no matter how well I tried to explain. It is a singular form of loneliness that many of us created to protect ourselves from facts and a reality. The fact is that even the best submarine ever built is designed ot operate in a very dangerous ocean that has claimed some of our best submariners in the past. The fact is that the submarine is made with human hands, and the ocean was created with God’s hands. Which do you think has a better chance at winning a fight?
I do not know how many moving parts are on a Trident of any class of submarine. I do know that the failure of just a few could create a situation where the boat will not come home. All sailors who face the challenges of the sea are special. Submariners are just a bit more special than most. (Or is that a little crazier?… I always get the two confused)