chapter twelve two weeks later the boat is at sea , and you are running hard north from the costa del sol where the ship spent ten days sending helos into the air , and marines running ashore in some exercise with the spanish marines or some shit like that , and you spent two weeks sitting down in the deck office working on reports and grab-assing with the other petty officers , and you lose the touch you had when you were on the bridge at the wheel listening to the officers and the skipper shooting the shit about the war and the operation and watching the marines coming up out of the shelters and across the flight deck and into the back of the helos and the lsos [ 105 ] lifting their arms up together over their heads , and the helos squatting and then sitting back and then lifting off sliding to the side and then tilting forward and off with the lsos lifting them up and up .