May 22nd 1968
May 22, 1968. Sailors, rest your oars.
Click to viewOut in the deep cold black, you walk a narrow tightrope far from home or help... we knew this and we went despite knowing this.
(Those of you new to my LJ or who don't know me in real life may be unaware that I am a former submariner. Sometimes I get a bit maudlin or introspective about it.)