My brother was graduating from the Citadel (He actually DID graduate recently from that school) and the ceremony was over. All the graduates had moved to the PT area where a dunk tank was setup. My dad was in his dress uniform with all his medals and was sitting on the platform of the dunk tank. A few other graduates were playing soccer and one spotted the CO and everyone scattered.
I had a bunch of my stuff from the graduation in the building nearby which must have been an island. An old childhood friend named Matt Lampton arrived with our old boat the T-Craft. His outboard engine was an old piece of junk mercury inline 3 banger with no motor cover. Dad was in the water at the transom and his black baggy swimsuit drifted into the prop just as Matt put the motor in gear.
I was already in the boat and bolted to the aft of the boat to help. That's why I woke up.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
This is all about me and my weirdo dreams. Feel free to comment all you like... I'm not faint of heart unless needles are involed ;)
No comments:
Post a Comment