and the first call comes out incoming missile starboard side brace for impact , and you do that thing from airport or whatever and lay yourselves over oba cylinders and cans of fire-fighting foam , and get a good laugh out of the chief but the ensign looks like he doesnt know whether to laugh or chew your asses , and then you hear hit alpha starboard side ( which is the side you are on ) , and repair one provide , and then the guys go clumping out of the repair locker dragging hoses and axes and infrared sensors that look like big camping flashlights , and its all the sudden real quiet in the repair locker with just you and the chief and the ensign all waiting to get the report .