More Navy Humour

Back in the day, we were on exercises in the Carribean with the Americans, Dutch, and British, involving Destroyers, Frigates, Aircraft Carriers, and Destroyer escorts. I was aboard the Canadian Carrier, H.M.C.S. Bonaventure with HelAirDet HS-50, a Sea-King helicopter squadron specializing in anti-submarine warfare. My Buddy, who shall remain nameless for reasons of not wanting to carry on the embarrassment, was a Naval Aircrewman on one of the choppers on a daylight mission, around two o'clock in the afternoon. Our crew was standing by to service the helicopter when it returned to the ship in an hour or so. Suddenly, over the ship's P.A. came the announcement to prepare for an emergency landing, which automatically requires firefighters, medical personnel, and aviation techs to be at the ready. The chopper came in hot, flared, levelled out, and landed-no smoke-no fire-both engines lit, but the cargo door was open , and before the bird touched the deck, Buddy came out of the opening, running at full speed to the island, the aviation control center of the carrier, and disappeared down the ladder, leaving every one concerned about what was going on. A few minutes later, Buddy re-appeared, mumbling something about Montezuma's Revenge and the Rangoon Crud, (diarhea, to put it bluntly). Our Chief just shook his head and muttered, "In all my years , that's the first time I ever saw the war stop for that!"