Journal From a Submariner III

DATE 02SEP10, TIME 2342
I just ate the best mid-rats meal we have on board anymore, grilled ham & cheese, and tomato soup. Of course, it was out the window, so we only got two sandwiches…bullshit.
I’m doing my laundry now, waiting for clean up. So far, I’m very glad I started writing this journal because while I’m on watch, I’m always thinking of what I’m going to put next. Well not thinking what to write, but when I think now, I have to remember it to write it down. My thoughts have a purpose; they’re not just there to keep my mind occupied for 6 hours.
Today we were talking about how math was our best subject in school. I say it’s mine because there is no opinion involved in math, you can read a paragraph on how to do something, and it will work every time. Then I started thinking of when I was back home on leave, between CT and HI, and I was helping Delta with her math homework. I hadn’t done math in so long, but all I had to do was read the beginning of the chapter, and I helped her with her homework.
Then I started thinking how I was missing that kind of thing. Next time we go home they’re all going to be so grown up, and I will not have witnessed it. When I left for boot camp Jessie, and I didn’t really get along, and Austin’s homework was still too easy for him to need help.
I really just wish I could be there to be a part of them growing up. Fuck I miss them so much, Delta included.
I am so glad my mom found Fred, without him I would not be able to be my own man because I would always be worrying about them, now I can spend my time worrying about you. I can’t wait to have kids of our own, so we can parent them, and help them through school, and go on adventures with them. Love you, forever and always, love babe.