Flewe out of there in 1975 as a midshipman in helo’s and jets.
Barfed on landing after flying in the rear seat of the trainer, was hanging out of the helo seat by the seat belt as the pilot threw us around with open doors with the prop sideways.
(HEY! I’m a submarine engineer! Don’t that crazy flying-in-air stuff.) I’m safer a few thousand feet underwater next to the reactor. With a coffee cup in hand. )