Armstrong97

I never dreamed of sailing  the stormy sea

I never wanted to be a sailor.

But UNCLE SAM, near the end of world war II, seemed to have better plans for me. At age 18 I found myself in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on a small ship struggling to find a way between two angry typhoons.

My companions turned out to be, 2,800 land- loveing soldiers. They loved the clean MOTHER  EARTH as much as I did, and sea-sickness didn't make the voyage more bearable.. . . . . . .etc