It takes hard work and a lot of attention to detail to operate the world’s largest cruise ship.
As I did on the Harmony of the Seas, a huge but smaller ship, Michelle and I took a behind the scenes tour.
Seventeen passengers met in the Main Dining Room with two crew who would be our guides. They distributed large identification badges which we wore on bands around our necks. They also gave us ear phones so that we could hear what they were saying in a noisy room even if we weren’t close to the guide. They are hard to use if one wears hearing aids, but I was able to hold one above the hearing aid microphone, and it worked fairly well.
We saw the ship from the very lowest deck to the navigation bridge. Although everyone went through security before we boarded the ship, we had to pass through another security check twice more during this tour. The first time was to get into the control room deep in the ship. The second time was to visit the bridge. We were allowed to take photos each time, but not videos – curious!
There are 26 kitchens on the ship. They are elaborate affairs that try to cover every detail. They even had pictures of the food above the line where waiters picked up their orders to help those who might not be familiar with a particular dish.
The laundry was reached by going down a flight of metal stairs, a ladder on a naval ship. They handle an amazing 15,000 pounds of laundry per day. But when I inquired, they confirmed there is less passenger laundry now as ships become more and more informal.
A wide hallway runs the length of the ship on Deck Two. Cabins, dining and recreation are available off it for the crew. Supplies are stored there. And huge refrigerators that looked like vaults and seemed to have vault security, supply the needs of the kitchens each day. A digital thermometer on one freezer read minus 24 degrees Fahrenheit. After we entered the other, the temperature rose to minus 22 degrees.
The solid waste disposal area was surprisingly small. Crew must hand-sort all the trash coming from waste baskets. As much is recycled as possible, and food waste is compacted. There was even a machine labeled “bone crusher.”
There are crew cleaning and painting constantly, even in storage areas. Out walking early one morning, I noticed crews cleaning areas used by passengers later in the day.
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On top of all this behind the scenes work, the crew has to deal with passenger problems! It is an amazing example of management that I suspect others could learn from.
Day of our visit: 20 October 2023
Healing a wound that is not visible.
This post talks about a trip, but that is secondary to the real purpose. It is centered in the U.S., but tackles a worldwide issue.
After 1968, a Culture of Hate was created. Some blacks urged all blacks to hate all whites and vice versa. Some anti-war leaders preached hate for all who served in the military.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 1971 after a year in Vietnam, I was told not to wear my uniform flying home because the military were being spit on and otherwise abused. I learned the problem was real at my first party as a civilian. The attitudes at home hurt.
I wasn’t the only one. Over the last decade or so, when a Vietnam veteran meets another for the first time, the likely greeting is “welcome home” for the welcome they didn’t get.
Now, decades later, the Culture of Hate is back with us. Some on every side of every political and social issue deplore and condemn those on the other side of the issue. Radicals talk of killing other races and ethnic groups. A “pro-life” idiot killed an abortionist doctor without seeing the irony in his action. So-called women’s rights advocates attack other women. Hate crimes against Jews and Muslims in the U.S. have increased.
Contrary to this trend, on November 9, I was privileged to board the 128th Columbus Honor Flight. Columbus is one of 124 hubs in the national Honor Flight network. Those in rural areas not near a hub can use the Lone Eagle Program to participate. The first Honor Flight was conceived by a VA doctor, also a private pilot, who was concerned his World War II veteran patients might never get to see the new World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C. He and his buddies flew 125 veterans to D.C. that year. A man in North Carolina decided it should be done on a larger scale with chartered jets, and that grew into today’s program. After opening the program to Korean War veterans, it is now open to those from the Vietnam War era.
Having lived in D.C. and seen most of the memorials, I regarded it as a nostalgia trip. It was so much more.
Met at the airport curb by a volunteer, I was taken inside to meet my “guardian.” After checking in with the Honor Flight Staff, we proceeded to the gate with another veteran who had the same guardian. TSA just looked at our nametags, crossed us off a list and waved us through. Alie joked later she thought that many old men with metal replacement parts would have taken hours to get through normal security. Authorities extended similar courtesies for the rest of the day.
As we taxied to our gate in Washington, water cannons saluted us with an arch of water over the plane. We were cheered by a crowd inside the gate and again after we left security to board our busses. More people cheered at our first stop, the Naval Memorial.
We saw the World War II Memorial, the Korean War Memorial, the Vietnam War Memorial and the Lincoln Memorial before lunch by the Franklin Roosevelt Memorial.
Then we went to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier where we had first row places to view the Changing of the Guard. After that, we went to the Air Force Memorial and Iwo Jima Memorial for Marines before having dinner at the Women’s Memorial in Arlington Cemetery before going back to our plane.
When we landed in Columbus, once again, fire trucks shot an arch of water over our plane, maybe to wake us up. It was a long day.
When I arrived at San Francisco’s Fort Travis in 1968, not even Alie could meet me on base. When we entered John Glenn International Airport in 2023, 2200 people lined up to shake our hands. It healed a wound that wound that was not visible.
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As ordinary people, we can’t do much, but we are not powerless. When we hear someone express hatred, even if they are on the same side as us, we have to correct them. We have to tell them hatred is wrong.
Date of my trip: 9 November 23
P.S. Not all Honor Flight programs are the same as that in Columbus and not everyone was in Vietnam at that time, but I encourage every veteran to apply to go on a Honor Flight.
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