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I have invited you here to tell you an intriguing story. But before we get started, you might want to visit the restroom, because I guarantee once I start, you won’t want me to stop.
Here is an excerpt to wet your appetite:
“Radioman Hay, report to the radio room onthe double,” I heard over the ship’s intercom.
I had the Con (duty) that night and had just taken a break. I could feel the excitement in the radio room as soon as I stepped through the door.
“We just received an S.O.S.,” shouted the excited radioman who had been monitoring the emergency band.
A ship was in danger. It turned out to be a Russian trawler. American fleets were always shadowed by these suspicious fishing boats. They were constantly snooping and spying on U.S. fleets. We knew who they were and what they were doing, and they knew we knew. It was a cat and mouse game, but we couldn’t do anything about it in international waters.
International law required us to respond to an S.O.S., so we took advantage of the opportunity to board their vessel. No U.S. personnel had had that opportunity in the past, so our boarding party was very excited to be able to board a Russian spy boat. Everyone’s adrenaline was flowing faster than a class five whitewater rapid.
It definitely wasn’t a fishing vessel, as we had suspected all along, even though everything about it looked fishy. We couldn’t find one fish onboard, let alone a fishing pole. There was however, a lot of fishy electronic equipment, enough that we wondered how the boat could stay afloat.
The Russian crew was completely disoriented. They appeared to be in shock and looked scared shitless. Only one of them spoke. He babbled in broken English, about some strange-looking flying machine, with small hairless creatures hitting them with a beaming light and a crewman gone missing. Nothing he said was making any sense to anyone in our boarding party, except maybe me. I suspected I might know what they had experienced. Something in the back of my mind told me I had been there and done that. However, I felt it best to keep my mouth shut.
We could smell Vodka on their breath, so it was assumed that they had to be drunk. What happened to the ship and its crew was later classified top secret, so if I were to tell you the rest of this story, I’d have to kill you. That might not be good for future book sales. I can say it was another one of those big government cover-ups that you don’t hear or read about in the news.
This incident enforced my thoughts that human beings weren’t the only living creatures in the universe after all. But my thoughts didn’t last long as we were thrown into a war.
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