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  • We had been operating in the Sargasso Sea for a few days. Practicing our dive
    times in case we ever actually were involved in a war. That piece of water is where the trade winds meet and sometimes it is eerily still. It’s probably known better as the “Bermuda Triangle”, for it was that part of the sea. I was topside on the bridge at night sharing a smoke and some coffee with the lookouts. The moon was reflecting off of the still water like a mirror. Our wake was iridescent and seemed to go on for miles.
    Off of our port bow there appeared 3 smaller wakes coming at us. Torpedoes? For the briefest of moments our conversation stopped. Until the wakes turned and ran parallel to our course. Dolphins coming to play with a big brother.

    I had dreams at night of surfacing in a deep fog as we were coming into port. My duty station was #2 line which was practically still underwater until we were stopped. My dreams had me standing on the deck in the fog until the fog got really dark as a Russian trawler rammed us. I had that dream for 2 nights running. Usually I could shake the heebie jeebies pretty easily. Like forgetting that there were hundreds of feet of ice cold water between us and the surface. But the feelings of that dream really stayed with me.

    As the skipper sounded the klaxon “aaoogha” to surface, I climbed up the ladder to my duty station in a dense fog. I usually didn’t use my lifeline, but that time I wished I had two of them. Maybe it had only been a dream, but the hairs on my neck didn’t lay down until we were safely tied to the pier.
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