ORIGINAL: RevRick
Well, folks. I lost an old shipmate of another era Sunday AM. He was a tincan sailor on the Hopewell in 1943-45. We shared some sea stories after he was stricken with what was his final illness, and the memory of some old times and a shared love for the "little boys" and the sea seemed to take his mind of what was impending, and gave him some relief from the pain. He was rather surprised and pleased that I knew enough about his ship type, his rate, and the duties his ship fulfilled to have an intelligent conversation with him, and I was honored to be with him in his last days. He was a good man.
He had a good man with him in his last days, Rev. [:)]
