Who was terrified of drowning? Geez, they and drown us in boot camp. They call it culling the herd. Y'all call that slop you dump on our meal trays food? Y'all got some imagination.
And sleep? WTF was THAT? G*damned boat never STFU. Always someone banging around on some dumb ass sh*t. I think y'all did that sh*t on purpose. F*cker.
I'd rather be shot at. At least I know how to answer in kind rather than that psychological torture of being stuck on a boat with a bunch of damned squids floating around in a combat box. You can screw all that noise.
I'll take the fire support though.