6 months, the Med cruise. It was then that I decided, "ypu know what...fuck this shit!"
For like the last month I refused to get out of my bunk (except to eat or smoke). The (ex)wife and I were going through some stuff and I just couldn't take it anymore. I tried everything to get separated, cussed out the CO, told them I was gay, that my marriage was falling apart (it was) but they wouldn't let me out. So after we got back I went UA and was then court martialed and sentenced to 60 days in the brig (the best time I had in the Navy) and given an administrative discharge under less than honorable conditions.
Like I said in an earlier post my job was essentially catering to the pilots every need. Along with taking care of their flight gear (to include emptying their piss bags and cleaning up their vomit out of the oxygen masks) we had to do their laundry, bring them meals and whatever else it was they needed at the time. It was hell. Out of the 14 or so pilots in our squadron there were like 1 or 2 cool ones. The rest were cocky little pricks that had watched Top Gun one to many times and thought their shit didn't stink.
Damn thats some fucked up shit. I was also discharged early as well, a "convenience of the government" discharge. I had a pretty shit attitude about being in the Navy as I said already that I hated being in service. Because of that I tended to get into trouble a lot, nothing major just not showing up for muster, and not having the proper haircut, attire, shit like that. So I would get sent to work on the mess decks a lot as punishment. Sometimes for up to 45 days at a time on the mess decks, which really sucked. Well one day after pulling double duty on the mess decks, being there from like 4am til 9pm I was fucking spent. The one guy that was somewhat a supervisor of us, but not really ranked any higher than me comes in drunk from partying all day. He starts to give me shit about my job and all this other shit, and I just ignored him, trying to finish up my work so I can go to fucking sleep. Well he proceeds to pick up a metal napkin holder and throw it right at the back of my head. Well when that shit hit my head I fucking snapped! I turned around and jumped over 2 tables tackling the guy and knocking him on his ass. I just started punching him in the face over and over again, just really beating the shit outta this fuckhead. There were two other guys in there that were playing cards and they ran over and pulled me off him and I started to try and fight with them too. Finally one of the ship guards made his way into the mess decks and ended up tasering me. Next thing I know I wake up in the hospital strapped to a gurney, fucking dazed as hell. There are these bright lights all in my face and I can't really see shit but I can hear all kinds of shit going on around me. Shit breaking, people screaming, all kinds of fucked up shit. When I am finally able to see clearly I look over and there is this big black dude, and when I say big I mean, like incredible hulk big, this fucker is huge and buck ass nekkid. Not a single stitch of clothing on this man what so ever, his dick is just swinging in the breeze, while he is beating the fuck outta anyone that gets within his reach. There are at least half a dozen or more orderlies, doctors, and nurses, trying to sedate this guy who has broken needles and shit sticking out of his arms where they have been trying to put him down and he is just on a mad fucking path of destruction. I start freaking out because this dude is just picking shit up and slinging it all over the room so I am thinking I'm next and he is gonna kill me! I am struggling like crazy to get off the gurney, screaming for help, just trying to get the fuck outta that room. Finally the bring the guy down, he had gotten "slipped" something at a club or some shit and just tripped the fuck out big time. The doctors told me that I kept trying to fight everyone when they brought me in and that why I was being held down so I didn't hurt myself or anyone else. The gave me a bunch of psyche evals and shit made me stay in the hospital and have therapy and all that. They kept asking me what I wanted to do and I told them I just wanted to go the fuck home. They asked me what I would do if they sent me back to my ship and I told them I would fucking kill that guy that hit me in the head if they did. So after staying in the hospital for about a month they finally said they were sending me home. I was sent back to San Fran from Japan where I stayed for about another 3 weeks while they processed me out. I didn't have to do any brig time because the other two guys that were on the mess decks witnessed everything and said the other guy struck me first and I was just defending myself. My discharge wasn't dishonorable or anything but I lost all my benefits and shit like that but I didn't care, I was just happy to get the fuck outta there.