"I swear it smelled too." He's talking about oil. My dad is sitting across from me at Cafe Gelato in Newark, DE. It's a fancy type of restaurant that can't figure out if it serves ice cream or wine. We're done. My dad has his bi-fold out, bills exposed, and the check is lying prone on the table. A minute ago I asked how much of his navy career was actually spent on a boat at sea. 28 days. The bunks were stacked three high, and he was positioned right above the fuel tanks where he could hear oil sloshing around.