I remember when the last WWI vet left us. The day when no living veterans from WWII are with us is approaching faster than we like. If you were 18 in 1945 and fought at the tail end of the war, you're 98 years old now!
In all my years I've never seen the like. It has to be more than a hundred sea miles and he brings us up on his tail. That's seamanship, Mr. Pullings. My God, that's seamanship!
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