|While standing alone in the Forward
Torpedo Room the best part of the TORSK weekend kinda snuck up on me and
hit me between the eyes .
Forty years suddenly vanished and it
was just me and Joe Seabo shootin' the bull. Me doing my qualification
drawings on the port mine table and Joe leanin' back in his chair as the
bow rose up to clear each wave and then crash down into the next one.
We could hear the water rushing through
the superstructure above as she shuddered to rise for the next wave.
I was 18 and we were on our way to England.
My whole life was ahead of me.