At the request of a couple of friends, I'm going to start including a few "sea stories" in my posts. It's important that you understand what these are, they are "sea stories." Some of them are true, some are ledgends told over beers late at night when reason and sanity have been discarded. Of the ones that are true, some are personal experience, and many are not. They are told for fun and to capture the "essence" of the men who served in diesel submarines. They were a very special breed of men.
I don't know how good I'll be at writing them, how often I will do it, or for how long I will keep it up. That will, in part, depend on your comments. Let me know what you think. I'm going to call it the "Subron 8" series, because I liked the squadron insignia, wich included a dolphin and an eight ball. The first story follows.
About Me
- Jayhawk
- San Diego, CA
- I grew up in the Air Force, and served in diesel-electric submarines during the Cold War. I worked in the steel industry until it sort of died in the 80's, then in landscape management until recently, when health issues demanded retirement.
I believe government should intrude in the lives of its citizens to the minumum possible degree, but I also know that it must be big enough to "get the job done." To me the job of government includes concepts that are usually thought of as liberal such as stringent regulation of necessary monopolies, regulating all business enough to prevent it from becoming predatory, providing necessary comfort to citizens who are rendered destitute by calamity outside their reasonable control, and protection of our environment and natural resources.
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