Danger: Port Ahead

I was just under two years sober and 23 years old, when the Twin Towers in New York were hit. I was serving on base security at the time, and I knew everything would be different from then on out. Four months later, I was transferred to a small ship during the initial push for Operation Enduring Freedom. We deployed in January of 2002 and I quickly found myself surrounded by lots of drinking and no other AA members onboard. My sponsor, also a navy man, was deployed as well, but not on my ship. Communications with my AA family became non-existent (small ships did not have phones or reliable internet at that time.) So God, AA speaker tapes, my Big Book, and Grapevines I received from my home group members (just like AAs did during WWII) became my program for the next six months.