Maning the phone in the machine room for the bomb elevator directly behind the starboard catapult and inches under the flight deck is where l worked during flight ops. With the door open to the catwalk I would lie on a hot steel bench waiting for a call from the third deck bomb build up room to open the hatch. My whole body would vibrate with the roar from the jet engines.
Years later when l had ha’s l went to a Clvil War reenactment I heard the cannon go off one time and l headed for the car. The pleasant dinging sound of the ha starting turned to the sound of a hammer hitting an anvil.
Though I would like to hear better, I sleep soundly, avoid the phone, and tell myself that at least I don’t have to hear everything. I’ve learned to ignore the ringing noise.