and the dcs are all laying around , out two sacked out on the big angle irons on the hull , as big as a bed with blankets and pillows and shit , and the first class is sitting at the workbench messing with a p-250 pump , and a couple of other guys are playing cards on a desk , and one other guy is just sitting his back against the bulkhead [ 92 ] laying back on the curve of the bow , with the radio on playing wild spanish music , and you tell them that you are the new telephone talker on the flying squad and you need some turtlenecks , and they tell you to go ask supply for them , and you say that you asked supply and supply said to talk to them , and the first class reaches behind him with his boot and nudges the guy laying against the hull and says go below to the storeroom and see if we got any more turtlenecks down there for kieffer .