Yes. A good friend of mine spent a lot of time in the Navy doing a lot of especially crazy things. Truly, dangerously crazy shit. This is the same dude who had a perfect half-mooned chunk bitten out of the top of his ear as a result of a drunken bat fight. He always said that the three hours spent night diving along the San Diego Naval Base piers in a live-action test of dolphins trained to detect and intercept a free swimmer, were easily the most terrifying of his life. He’d go to an entirely different head space while describing what it was like to hear their intermittent location clicks at a distance, followed by an eternity of nothing but utter silence in the blackness of depth - maybe 10 seconds, maybe 10 minutes - right up until their inevitably violent arrival, and from 360° of available space. I’ve never been in the ocean without Pat’s story crossing my mind - not in hundreds of feet or just up to my ankles - and since he first told us that story.