My Sailor Dad

Chris was stuck with duty on ship their first night back in port. 

“We’re bringing you dinner!” I informed him. Chris feels bad asking us to come meet him because he often has last-minute meetings and stuff pop up, so I took the initiative. Sure enough, we were just settled in the wardroom when his radio crackled, “Active shooter on the pier. Repeat, active shooter on the pier. Lock down,” 

Chris and I stared at each other, then he grabbed the radio and ran out of the room. It turned out it was another ship’s drill that got miscommunicated down the piers. Too late, I’d already had a five minute heart attack. 

And that is one of many reasons this is called an Aviation Appreciation Tour. But the sunset from the flight deck was spectacular!