I commend to you a post by the late Neptunus Rex about life as a Landing Signal Officer.
In the early `80s, the Navy had a shortage of people who wanted to fly their airplanes. They asked people in other naval warfare communities to switch over to Naval Air. Their promise was something along the lines of "you can give us a try and, iffn you don't like it, you can go back to your old job with no career penalty".
So there was this young LT or 'JG, just off his first sea tour. He took them up on it.
Four years later, he's spotted on the D&S piers in Norfolk by one of his classmates from Baby SWOS. The conversation went something like this:
"Hey, good to see you! Where're you stationed?"
"I'm Ops on USS Sumdood." (It was a FFG.)
"No kidding! I thought you became a Brown Shoe. What happened?"
"Too many night traps in an A-7."
Of all of the ways to get killed in the Cold War Navy, probably the best way was to fly airplanes on and off carriers.
 "Destroyers and Submarines"-- where ships that weren't oilers or carriers were berthed.
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