Guess in 2 days time my ship will be letting go all lines to sail for Turkey. Have been staying here for almost 7 and a half weeks, felt quite a pity to leave this place for good.
A place where i called home for 7 weeks, Toulon is where my ship docked. Facing the Meditteranean sea, i have been observing every single sunset since the day when lines are casted from my ship to touch land. At the first glance, it wasnt that impressive at all, till when i explore further down the street then i started to see beautiful things.
It has never been easy staying here even for a few days, let alone several weeks. Guess how bad it is. The weather, has been fairly friendly to us when we touched down. However as time goes by, wind started to reach 30 to 40 knots, and temperature started to drop till a single digit of 5degrees Celcius. Even our navy ensign has creased so much till it looks like an Irish pennant. But it beats having a 32degC temperature with hot scorching sun shining at you at every instant back home.
With every week we had to go out for rehearsals, sea states can hit easily up to 5 with 3 as a benchmark. We survived. Survived through horrible storms and winds, survived through waves of several metres tall. Mind over body i should say, it is the mental determination that brings me through all the sea practices.
And finally, it goes off. During the actual run, with the Minister onboard, the missile goes off. We are successful.
