Good news, I visited a Destroyer yesterday and I did not bang my head once aboard ‘er. For two whole hours I roamed her confined spaces with nary a head-schwack to my name.
On the DDG, I ran into a Chief that I knew as a First Class Petty Officer. He has a good seventeen years in and had shared with me previously that he was worried he would never make Chief. He is older and set in his ways and not very good (by his own admission) of playing politics. So it was gratifying to see him as a Chief. I am not saying you need to play politics in the Navy, but this Chief as a Petty Officer was bluntly outspoken (to his detriment) at times.
He had a little pied-piper escort of Petty Officers with him and I could not imagine a better teacher for the young ‘uns. He is no different with anchors than he was with crows. Solid. My faith in the Navy is intact.
As for me and banging my head on Navy ships, I am reminded of the old Leonardo
DiCaprio da Vinci quote concerning flight:
Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
I would amend it, however, to read:
Once you have tasted blood in your mouth, you will forever walk the ship with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have bit your tongue after whacking your head on a crossbeam, and there you will never long to return.
Pretty easy, huh?