Good morning, Norm.
It’s Memorial Day, 7:29am Tonkin Gulf time.
Haven’t talked with you in a while. The USS ORISKANY, that magnificent lady on which we went through hell together, has slipped away into the deep and now rests forever in silent waters off the Florida coast.
Seems like a good day to make contact. This is the 43rd year since I last saw you, sitting on the edge of your bunk in our room on ORISKANY. You remember . . . it was the 26th Read the rest of this entry »