After my appendectomy (while in the Navy) as a non-com I got tasked with supervising a door to the back of the first floor of a transit barracks, to keep guys from bringing people in from outside without permission and starting fights. That was a 12-hour shift, 8 PM until 8 AM. I had the fire watch come by to chat with me for a minute or two every hour. Even so, I'd start seeing things in the wee hours of the morning, in the dark. Nothing scary, just fatigue poisons working their magic. I got lucky and one of the senior petty officers took a liking to me and I got to control the quarterdeck (entry to the building, in the front). It was well lit, as were most of the sailors coming from the enlisted men's club. 
A couple of the other guys in the medical holding company would come by and we'd play cribbage all night. That shit in the back was b-o-o-o-ring!
A couple of the other guys in the medical holding company would come by and we'd play cribbage all night. That shit in the back was b-o-o-o-ring!
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
