Riding a destroyer in rough seas was like being on a wild horse as you came out of the chuet.
You kind of hung on for dear life and doing that you also performed your assigned duties of being on watch or at your battle
station. I can say there was one storm I will never forget--- I thank God every day he got us all through it for the
waves seemed like huge skyscrapers and the green water crashing onto the bridge rattled every filling in my mouth. Yes what
"Night and a sea lathered with storm--- a small gray ship, her bows streaming
spume, fights her way across the heaving slopes and sinking valleys of water. Off in the blowing murk another vessel rides
Courtesy of Theodore Roscoe from his definitive book on "United States
Destroyer Operations in World War II."