OMG!!! Now that brought back some memories.

0200, 3 days out of Subic and you can still smell the stench.
Flight ops in full swing and rotor wash combined with the heat of engine exhaust.
5 birds down hard and the CAG bellowing over the squawk box.
Grease and sweat making wrenches slippery.
The cranial helmet making hot spots and my flight suit riding up my crack.
Then strap a whirling monster on your butt and hope to God you can find that little speck of hard deck again in all that blackness.
You stand down at 0445 and know it will all start again in 2 hrs so you plop down on a blade box till some gob comes along and drawls "Hey Marine, you can't sleep there."
Then you arrive on station and that creepy-crawly feeling starts again and you know it won't stop for the next 6 months. And you repeat the mantra over and over, "Big sky, little bullet."