As a footnote, I didn't smoke much in the Navy, the occasional cigar. Was glad I didn't smoke nails, because I don't like them, and also because several senior enlisted guys abused cigarette bumming in a major way. Not sure I could have enjoyed a pipe on the weather decks, though on land it's fun to strategize smoking in the wind. The weather decks aboard ship are like a wind tunnel. Here was the wake-up call on the intercom when I was in the fleet:
Now reveille, reveille. All hands heave out and trice up. The smoking lamp is lighted in all authorized spaces. Now reveille.
Translation: heave out means get out of your bunk; trice up means fold the three-high bunks up against the bulkhead (wall). The smoking lamp just means designated smoking areas; the actual physical lamp was long gone when I was in the Navy. My original job rating is now defunct; radioman is now something like communications and is all computerized, of course. Today's folks wouldn't recognize anything in my radio shack, the teletype machines with rolls of yellow paper, the rows of receivers and transmitters, the code cards, etc.
Also of note, most of my duty stations are defunct. The San Diego boot camp closed about 20 years ago; the USS Gallant was sold to the Taiwan navy; Midway Island is now administrated by the Department of Interior with no Navy presence; Long Beach California minesweeper port is now a giant civilian port for Chinese trade. History marches on.