I remember flying into Brunswick from Whidbey one year in a P-3 doing "sleigh rides" (allowing troops from the east coast to go home for Christmas without having to buy a ticket from Seattle). We landed in a brutal snowstorm, and then once we taxied off the active the taxiway and ramp had the consistency of a hockey rink. We had everybody who could fit jam into the flight station to put as much weight on the nosewheel as possible for directional control.
"Pacifism is a shifty doctrine under which a man accepts the benefits of the social group without being willing to pay - and claims a halo for his dishonesty."
- Robert A. Heinlein
The average naval aviator, despite the sometimes swaggering exterior, is very much capable of such feelings as love, affection, intimacy, and caring. These feelings just don't involve anyone else.