Yes, it’s terrifying because you’re completely out of control. Nothing you can do but ride along and hope you aren’t hit, because you can’t dive for cover or affect your odds of survival in any way. But somehow, being stuck in a metal compartment where you can be sealed off, burned alive by flame or steam, drowned, be eaten by sharks, adrift for days, exposed to the elements, trying to swim through oil and fuel that may be on fire, being sucked under with the ship, surrounded by dudes and thousands of miles from ladies... if one level of hell is worse than another, I would rather be in the air.
That is why when I joined, I went into tanks. Figured I always had a ride to the war. One could steer their way out of trouble...But of course there are the other inherent pitfalls.
The bravery of those young men caught unawares on a Sunday morning doing what they could to save their buddies.
But, you know...we can’t teach about WW2 cause it might affect the mental health of today’s snowflakes...