“Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone”.So ran the song by the late Bill Withers in 1971, when I was a fresh-faced young Midshipman serving in a destroyer, I had a 30” waist, plenty of fair hair, a brand new Triumph Spitfire to impress the girls, and the world was my oyster. That ship has sailed,Continue reading “Blog 139. The Watch Ashore”
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