Gazing at the horizon from the stern of the ship, I felt at peace. This is magical, I thought. While it could be tough living on board as a sailor in the navy, I loved being at sea.
I’d joined at 21. Then, when I was 23, I married David*, who was also in the navy.
On different ships, we often wouldn’t see each other for months at a time.
‘I miss you,’ he’d whisper gently over the phone.
Over the years on board, I’d heard stories of sexual harassment experienced by