Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard
Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard
Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard
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June 8, 1942, Monday; U.S.C.G. Cutter Sea Cloud<br />
Damn!<br />
I have been transferred from the beautiful U.S.C.G. Cutter Sea Cloud to the<br />
<strong>Coast</strong> <strong>Guard</strong> Receiving Station in Boston , Massachusetts . The station is the<br />
ancient Brunswick Hotel on Boylston Street , around the corner from the elegant<br />
Copley Plaza Hotel.<br />
The Brunswick is so old, toilet flush water tanks are mounted high on the wall<br />
behind the sit-on poop buckets. To flush, one must pull on a chain that hangs<br />
from the bottom <strong>of</strong> the tank and voila! you get a superb flush with suction enough<br />
to make a giant hickey out <strong>of</strong> your entire backside. The flush also thrashes your<br />
behind with some <strong>of</strong> your own dirt. You soon learn to get up <strong>of</strong>f <strong>of</strong> the seat before<br />
pulling the chain, and quickly jump away after the chain is pulled.<br />
I will not miss the North Atlantic weather patrol duty <strong>of</strong> the Sea Cloud, but I<br />
already miss the comradery <strong>of</strong> the buddies I had acquired. Weather patrol duty<br />
consists <strong>of</strong> wallowing in the ocean somewhere far out in the North Atlantic, thirty<br />
to forty-five days at a time. Every hour or so a helium filled balloon is sent al<strong>of</strong>t<br />
with a box <strong>of</strong> weather sensitive devices attached. The device radios back high<br />
altitude weather data that is invaluable to American warship and plane<br />
movements on both sides <strong>of</strong> the Atlantic . All large scale military actions require<br />
accurate weather information.<br />
June 9, Tuesday; Brunswick Hotel<br />
Boston overflows with servicemen, mostly sailors. Bostonians are kind to us. The<br />
ladies seem to adore us. Someone said, "whenever a Boston damsel’s eyes light<br />
up, they glow red, white and navy blue."<br />
Boston , where so very much <strong>of</strong> America ’s march toward independence began. I<br />
am in awe <strong>of</strong> the many historic landmarks that still stand, and I feel I must touch<br />
everyone I am allowed to. I pause at various places and ponder the events that<br />
had taken place there. From my youth I recall Faneuil Hall, "the cradle <strong>of</strong> liberty,"<br />
the Market Place and Public Hall <strong>of</strong> early Boston . It is a mere eighty by one<br />
hundred feet and just three stories high, once the home <strong>of</strong> "the Ancient and<br />
Honorable Artillery Company <strong>of</strong> Massachusetts ." I spent at least ten minutes<br />
standing at the March 5, 1770, site <strong>of</strong> what is known as the Boston Massacre,<br />
where a squad <strong>of</strong> British soldiers were struck by debris thrown at them by a<br />
crowd <strong>of</strong> demonstrators. The soldiers fired into the crowd killing five men. Without<br />
having been there when there incident had taken place, I had to conclude the<br />
punishment hardly fit the crime. The soldiers were tried for murder and were<br />
defended by John Adams and Josiah Quincy. Two were convicted <strong>of</strong><br />
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