I was reading Hunt for Red October back in 1985 shortly after I arrived to my first submarine. It was an interesting read. I remember wishing I was in Clancey's Navy; the one in which there was no field day (4 hours of cleaning in a hot engine room) GMT, division/department training, hot racking, hazing, vulcan death watches, captain's mast, COB, duty with the midwatch followed by start-up then the maneuvering watch then first watch after leaving port, watching the coners leave while us nukes had to shutdown the reactor prior to going on liberty, ORSE, upkeep, SRE and everyone it seemed on he USS Dallas just loved being in the Navy.
Not sure how I made it 20 years.
Ranb