Bartles and Jaymes were our sons. They were brothers…..dog brothers. We saw them in a pet-boutique window one day as we were walking by. We weren’t shopping for pets but there they were, two adorable little puppies. One had a very sad, scared look on his face and he was holding on to his brothers back with his two front paws. I felt so bad for them. I thought we should go inside and pretend like we were interested…
Once a submarine was submerged, the only communication permitted was Family-Grams. Wives were allowed to send six messages each patrol consisting of 15 words. The first word had to be who it was going to and the last, who it was from so in reality…..13 words, six times over three months! So, what can be said in THIRTEEN words? Oh, and the messages were first read and approved before they were sent. Zip point zero privacy! I never figured…
BOGO or 2-fers It was MANY years ago, about fifty. I lived in Connecticut, was married to a sailor in Nuclear Submarines and had 2 little girls ages 5 and 1. We had about one year left in the service and we’d be done. Done! Free! and Hooray! I didn’t like the Navy life…..I didn’t like it real bad! I respected the military, I did. (honest Karen!) I just didn’t like being part of it and being owned by it….