Sea Sickness dits


War Hero
Everybody gets sea sick at some time or another. When you've got it, you just want to curl up and die. When somone else has got it, its time to start demonstrating that the only place to find sympathy is in the dictionary is between shit and syphallis.

It was once the practice for ships on deployment to the Falklands to send members of the ships company on X-pols with other units in theatre. The term X-pol relates to the cross pollination of ideas between the 2 units. In reality, it was an oppertunity to get off the watchbill for a couple of days, and to drink heavily in a different enviroment.
For my X-pol, I went to the RE detachment at MPA. The RE unit had an attached squadron(?) of Ghurka engineers, and it was to be some of these guys who would spend a week or so onboard.


War Hero
The rag tag mix of 8s/combats and foullies that where the navy's version of cold weather clothing did'nt go down too well with the Sgt Major, so we where excused attendance at the demi formal morning parades. We where accomodated in 2 man cabins in the deathstar, which was a definate improvement from the noise and crowding of the stokers mess. We went on the lash the first night and my cabin mate decided to swamp. The stream of urine washed straight through the paper thin pusser's mattress, creating a flowing champagne effect over his boots that had been thoughtlessly kicked under the bed.


War Hero
Well Clanky.

As I am the original hairy arsed 3 badge submariner ruffy tuffy stoker, I of course have never been seasick in my life,

Mind you it is orrible, work is out of the question, you can`t think straight, eat or even walk and all you want to do is sleep.

Er.. so I`m told

ps the recommended cure, is to sit under a tree.


Lantern Swinger
As i am about to depart on her madges finest next sunday i can tell you all how it goes in a couple of weeks time.

I'm getting to old for this!


HMS Boxer 1996/7, the ship was doing someone a favour and giving a lift to members of a West Indian Coastguard or Police force unit, anyway.....short story, it was a bit bumpy, one of them, poor lad came up the ladder from 3Hz at supper time and got a good whiff of that nights scran.........blew chunks all over the flat !... made the queue go down a bit though !


War Hero
To get back to my dit
During our week working ashore with the engineers we all formed a healthy respect for the toughness and reslience of the ghurkas. They would cheerfully turn to in the sort of foul weather that had the rest of us looking for cover. We thought we where acclimatised to the cold winds from RASsing etc, but these guys took the biscuit. Another plus to working with them was beng allowed to use thier curry counter in scran.
We rejoined the ship as confirmed afficionados of the RE in general and the ghurkas in particular. On going back down the mess we discovered that the ghurkas who had been onboard had been quiet and subdued, but not sea-sick.
Impressed, I went to get into my pit only to discover that the guy who had been using my rack had been hiding his sickness by vomming into my pillowcase. He had used the actual pillow itself to soak up the gravy, and allowed the chunks to settle in the bottom of the pillowcase. Suffice to say that evening my bedding went down the engine room for a good boil, while my pillow failed a float test.


Lantern Swinger
I knew a guy who is now an RPO who got seasick walking over damp grass. Useless ****** in his source branch, apparently has a nice queue of people waiting for when he gets outside to introduce him to the Babe Ruth method of twatting something with a baseball bat.

No names no pack drill, but he has a "Para" service number tat on his shoulder from his pre-P Coy failure.....!


Lantern Swinger
While serving on LST Dieppe in the Med mid '50's we took onboard a mob of Turkish troops. Before sailing they brought a herd of goats onto the jetty which they proceeded to butcher for the trip. As anyone who has been aboard an LST know that they even roll when tied up in a dry dock, so it was no suprise that the Turks were having Tecnicolour yawns before we left the jetty. Anyway once at sea their cook was knocking up a nice looking Goat goulash which some of the crew thought worth tasting until one of us saw the cook up-chuck straight into it. Just kept stirring. Case of what you don't see you don't know.

On the same trip, the Lt in charge of the American Marine attachment to the Turks, complained to our Jimmy that they would have to stop the exeercise as half his lads had gone down with colds. you can imagine just how much sympathy they got when this got back to the messdeck.

"Ah poor baby has you got a cold in the nose and want your Mummy" Big Brave Septics
Uncle Albert,

Your description of seasickness (as you understand it) sounds similar to homesickness on board a windswept stone frigate, especially the bit about wanting to stay in your warm bunk, presumably dreaming about mum and home... and wondering if you will ever need to shave. :wink:


Sea Training on the Venus 1961, Force 9 in the channel and out of a class of 23 only two of us were not sea sick. All the rest although up and about were dying all over the place, me and the other lad forgotten his name now were sat on the quarterdeck eating a tray of figgy duff, anyone coming near soon had his head over the side.

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My first time on a RAS was my worst, it never happened. The sea was that rough that we could see the tankers, RFA's etc turning at the break water and going back in. Upper deck was made out of bounds and we were lit. Walking on the bulkheads. I was down by the Naafi as it was near enough mid-ship, sitting down and wishing the world would stop spinning. Within minutes, 5 other people joined me! Later we found out we were in a force 8 and I swear I have never looked as green as I did that day!

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