This is the part everyone wants to see, and, folks, it's not that interesting -- after 10 minutes. The big green thing on the left is actually in 'my' space, but I was a bit shorter than that. I had to bunk in this torpedoroom on a 'skid,' and it was a case of hot bunking. Fortunately, only two people had to share a bunk space rather than three like on the U-Boats. Looking at this image, I somehow suspect someone wanted to load me into No. 1, but never mind. It would have been preferable to being stuffed in the GDU. (Garbage disposal unit) Referring to the diagram I posted earlier, we are in compartment 3 just under the little mezzanine deck jutting out from the bulkhead. This is the last interior shot. Bad part about being part of a tour group in confined spaces is you can't get away from the $#@! tour, but then . . . that's not too different from working in confined spaces. (If only they would have been serving midrats now!) Which reminds me of a story regarding BONEFISH. We were 'doing our thing' and during one session of midrats (midnight rations - mealtime for shift change) one of the crew was digging around in the storage area under the benches in the crew's mess. He dug out some cans with no lables. (Let it never be said that bubbleheads are not adventurous.) Opening said can, he found caviar! Which was promptly narfed down with soup, sandwiches and grits. Opening another can, they discovered pate! Again, quickly narfed down, etc. However, someone kept poking around and found more pate cans and these were opened. A minute later someelse found a missing label. The pate was dog food some $#@! jerk loaded for a joke. At this point, no one cared. Just think of the scene where Mel Gibson is eating Doggie Dinkums or some such thing. (I am not making this up!) Enjoy; thanks for viewing. Don't buy unlabled food.