"Red rover, red rover, send the mail bag on over!"
Oh, no! The one underway replenishment we tried, the helo turned sharply in our wake and the pallet of supplies popped free, sinking like a rock into the Atlantic. I'm not sure what we'd have done with the pallet, anyway. THey don't fit through the hatch...
"Red rover, red rover, send the mail bag on over!"
Spoken like someone who's been there.
Man 2: I wore them for about a month without showering.
When you fish without pants, you have to be prepared for what you lure in . . . .
"Red rover, red rover, send the mail bag on over!"