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Letters
From the Editor
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August
is fast approaching.
I find myself battling
emotions. On one hand it's "Yippee! I get to share quality time
with old comrades;" on the other hand, it's "Damn! another trip!"
...I've never been good at packing bags and waiting in endless lines
at airports.
Would I pass it up?
Hell no! The happiness greatly outweighs the hassle.
Just thinking about the
reunion brings back the smell of diesel fuel to my cranky old nose,
and memories of lying on a green plastic mattress cover with a
hairy, scratchy old foul weather jacket as a pillow.
....who in the heck in my civilian life could I talk to about these
things and get a grin of remembrance.
You can tell the woman
in your life about 60 degree down bubbles, blowing sanitary tanks,
and crawling on top of batteries while your pants rot off your body,
but all you usually get is a wide eyed shock of a look that either
signifies disbelief or horror.
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Try telling her about
tying yourself to the bridge during the mother of all typhoons, or being
down so long without oxygen that your head is pounding and you can't
even get a match to work, and she might run screaming out the door.
But from a shipmate you
will get a grin of remembrance of the good old days.
Hurry up reunion, I've got
brothers to grin at!
Pecos
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Guys, I've started
up a web site to sell some new designs I've made up for submarine
decals, patches, bumper stickers, and t-shirts. Unfortunately, only
the decals are ready at this point, but the rest will follow.
Check 'em out at
www.dbforever.com
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