Medivac an Officer? I don’t think so

Medivac an Officer? I don’t think so

Everyone has at least one medi-evac story that reflects the dangers of personnel transfers at sea. 
This isn't one of those stories. Our supply officer in 1974 was one Ltjg. Nutter, a Senators son with a baby face and an all around spoiled child. He developed severe symptoms of kidney stone movement while we were at sea. 
Our Corpsman at the time was HMMC/SS Mosseau (spelling) and he was an old diesel boat sailor and loved the power he held as the Senior Medical Officer on board, (actually the only medical officer). He doped up Lt. Nutter as if he were about to give birth and wanted no memory of the event. And by all accounts that is exactly what he was about to go through. (as close as men can get, thank Admiral God.) 
Since he was so 'out of his mind' from the morphine the Aux. Fwd. and AEF were assigned to look in on him as we did our checks on the 4FZ system and Nuclear Torpedo's, randomly once every thirty minutes or less. Just to make sure he hadn't swallowed his tongue or some thing. 
We always made sure he was tucked in tight. And I always tried to make conversation with him: " No matter what you've heard, sir, we have killed almost all of those giant spiders, don't you worry". 
Although his eyes were considerably glassed over he was able to eek out an almost inaudible scream. I'm not sure if it was from fear or just an acknowledgement of the 'warning'. 
Again, I reassured him and left him with a rolled up 'Radio room news' sheet and I preset the Sound Powered phone growler to the Control Room and instructed him to use it if he saw one. 
Later, I returned to check in on him again. He tried to question me about the spiders but he was incomprehensible. So I told him we were too busy with the flooding in the Engine Room to be concerned about the spiders right now. 
About 10 minutes later we went to periscope depth for a pass and I was able to reassure him that snorkeling or ventilating the ship would help remove the heavy smoke from the fire that the flooding had started.
For almost a week Ltjg. Nutter suffered the 'pain of child birth', the helplessness of an infant and the mental incapacity of a junkie. 
All the while being entertained by personal hallucinations that he reported to the corpsman on his visits. They became topics of conversation onboard during his flirtation with incredible pain and heavily controlled hallucinogenic narcotics (morphine). Some people can handle it, others... get help. I was glad I was there for him. 
After he shook off the effects of the drugs he could remember only the smallest periods of contact with the real world and the unreal seemed more life like. Making it seem like a bad dream. Which it was, for him. 
Boy, those Submariners are sure a bunch of ... well, you know.