Sorry to hear it, Frank. I know your pain.
We were at the tail end of a trip in which my little detachment had been crossdecked innumerable times (for you land crabs, that means that the ship went home while we were simply moved to an arriving ship) and had worked four distinct Latin American type missions and we were very cranky and tired and so on. You know the drill.
And then - guess what? Haiti went to the dogs! A military coup, unseating Aristide, the first democractically elected President in the history of the country! And even though we were not really equipped (read: no French linguists) to respond, we were the closest and off we went, adding 45 days to an already very long deployment. Hooray for the poorest country in the western hemisphere!
Admiral: "What are they doing, Jack?"
Jack: "They're speaking Haitian Creole, sir. Beyond that, I do not know."
Admiral: "Any threat to our personnel?"
Jack: "I'm sure there is, but I couldn't tell you from what or whom."
Admiral: "Well, hang in there!"
Jack: "Will do, Admiral."
Imagine a month and a half of THAT.
Well, you get what you pay for.
All this by way of saying that I hope you get home soon!
Jack