I deliberately held off on reading this book until I departed my last ship, and I'm glad that I did. There are so many ridiculous difficulties to everyday life in the navy, but wallowing in them makes the experience much worse. Mr. Fitzgibbons chronicles each of the injustices he survived in a self-published book that reads much more like a blog. Some had me laughing with remembered frustration (the firefighting school master chief who cancelled class because of a missing paperwork stamp), but others had me rolling my eyes at the author. He begins his section on the Cowpens with an episode where he accidentally interrupts a meeting in the XO's stateroom and is profanely asked to leave. This bothered him so much that he mentions it again later in the book. I share his love of civility, but standing on that principle is a bit rich for someone that celebrates his love of public penis-drawing.
Mr. Fitzgibbons really needed a high-quality editor to filter his complaints and fix his typos. Many of his tales are valid concerns for today's surface navy, but the message is hard to digest when it comes from someone so self-absorbed. A careful read shows that he did receive some benefits from his time in the navy (like his friendships and, of course, his sea stories) but his fixation on the negatives made the experience nearly impossible to bear for him and a bit of a grind for the reader.