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- Recommended by a Very Important Person (VIP)This is a story told through the eyes of a young sailor who joined the Royal Navy in 1955 as a Boy Seaman 2nd class, the absolute lowest rank in the Navy. Follow his induction at HMS Ganges, the toughest boy’s training establishment in England, if not the world, and his first assignment to HMS Cockade in time to visit Australia for the opening of the 1956 Olympic games. This is a thoroughly amusing tale, tempered with dark moments of despair, as he visits islands in the South Pacific, tours Hong Kong, Korea and Japan, passes through the Suez Canal enroute to Malta and Gibraltar, helps to capture an Icelandic boarding party during the Cod Wars. He dives in a submarine to play cat and mouse with our Cold War adversaries, surfaces through the polar ice at the top of the world, feel the tension in the submarine as it sinks toward crush depth. Laugh at the antics of his fellow sailors and the strange situations they found themselves in. Learn the meaning of the acronym PASAHB, and sympathize with this naive young sailor as he falls for one of the oldest tricks in the book.Whether a sailor or a dreamer of the sea, this is one voyage not to be missed.
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Survived Another Year
Five years between these two birthday photos, but hopefully not a lot of change. A few more grey hairs, and maybe a few more aches and pains. I was able to blow out my candles at age 70, somehow five … Continue reading
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The Sun is Shining!!!
Its a beautiful day for a car show, and my Rover is waiting in the driveway all smiles. In the photo the Lambretta is beside the car, but its long gone to Halifax. If I’d still had the scooter I … Continue reading
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