Holidaying in a tropical island for a year - Whew, what a life!

 Bali, Maldives, Phuket, Caribbeans, Palau, Seychelles, Singapore are all island paradise for R and R, food, food, food, drinks, drinks, drinks, and nothing to worry about, just party and party the whole night long, whole day long. This is the meaning of heaven on earth in the tropical islands. This use to be the highlight of the American terrorists, oops, American boys and girls in their aircraft carriers and warships. 

After a 3 month tour of hardship inside their metal coffins called aircraft carriers and warships, the boys and girls were rewarded with a carefree holiday under the sun, when they are set free to do what they like, even menacing the island natives, paint the villages red. This is what the American boys and girls traded their youth and freedom for, a few months of confinement and deprivation in their ships and a few months to let go, to lose themselves. The Americans know that tours in the warships for months can be strenuous and unbearable for red blooded boys and girls at their prime. They feed them well, and this is a given, with all the physical comfort available, but no more.

Life was good for decades, no wars or if any, it was a case of hammering the enemies dead, with no casualties, just for a few days, and off to paradise for R and R. This kind of decadent life style for the American terrorists have turned into a nightmare. The 3 months duty turns into a never ending internment in their metal bathtubs floating in the oceans for days and nights without knowing when they will have a chance to see shore or go home. Many of these red blooded boys and girls have been out at sea for more than half a year, no chance to let go their steam. Some have been out for nearly a year, and food supply is dwindling and disappearing. Life in their metal coffins is no longer bearable. They want to go home!

The American terrorists have not encountered such a predicament. Everything was well planned, 3 months tour at most, even if encountering enemies, a few days will do the job and off to R and R. The supply chain for food and daily needs was never an issue and not much effort were put into it in contingency planning. The long drawn out hangouts in the Mediterranean and Arabia Sea have upset all the logistics and plans of the American terrorists. The good life, the flirtatious dreams of the boys and girls were left high and dry. They are stuck in their metal cans under the hot sun, not in green beautiful tropical islands to have fun, to enjoy life. And don't forget, no more drugs to get high. The supply chain has been cut.

And the boys and girls have had it. Mutiny is on their mind. They want to go home to their families, to their boyfriends and girlfriends, to party, to have their buggers in their favourite hangouts, to see their friends. Now they are only seeing the sea and the hot sun and the hot metal decks. The war is going to drag on and on until the clowns in Washington call it off when they have no more ammo to fire. They can continue to shout and thump their chests in the comfort of Washington and the White House. Let the boys and girls dry out in the hot tropical ocean like raisins. Food, oops, what about food? Who cares.

Whew, what a life in the metal islands floating under the hot sun with only mirages to hope for.