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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hear even below deck. I doubt that anyone fell asleep again that night. I swore<br />
Sully to secrecy about the wreath, pan, spoon and the drummer. He kiddingly<br />
threatened to tell. I kiddingly promised to bury him if he dared.<br />
June 24, Wednesday; Nanok.<br />
Hot diggidy shit!<br />
We got our skipper today! He is Lieutenant (j.g.) Magnus G. Magnusson (Res.)<br />
Immediately and automatically he became "Maggie" to everyone.<br />
We guess Maggie to be around sixty years <strong>of</strong> age. He mentions that he has a<br />
wife and several children and hails from Winchester, Mass. Some <strong>of</strong> the crew say<br />
they met him yesterday. Staneczak said Maggie had called to him from the wharf<br />
and was wearing civilian clothes at the time. He had asked Stan the whereabouts<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Nanok and Stan replied: "This is it."<br />
Looking disdainfully at the wooden shoe, in a foreign accent and curled back lip<br />
he muttered a disgusted, "Jeezusskryst!!" He did not come on board or identify<br />
himself. He spun around and left.<br />
Today he returned. In just minutes the guy takes over. His arms are loaded with<br />
fresh, brand new, tag-filled G.I. clothing, including several skipper hats piled atop<br />
his head. We wonder if he has had any <strong>Coast</strong> <strong>Guard</strong> training whatsoever. It was<br />
common knowledge that any serviceman wearing anything other than his <strong>of</strong>ficial<br />
uniform could get himself locked up in the pokey. How come he arrives twice<br />
wearing civvies?<br />
As there was no one to introduce him to the crew, and since he showed no pro<strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong> identity, spoke with a foreign accent, and didn’t even wear a uniform, I had a<br />
fleeting thought that, good Lord, he could be the enemy! Since Talledo accepted<br />
the man "as is," who was I to think such thoughts?<br />
Maggie (if not an enemy in disguise), is the most encouraging piece <strong>of</strong> equipment<br />
on board. The man is a tough, powerful, stubborn-looking Norwegian (so we<br />
hear). He is said to have been born and raised in Iceland. We would later learn<br />
he owns a fleet <strong>of</strong> fishing trawlers similar to the Nanok. He has some thirty-seven<br />
years <strong>of</strong> North Atlantic sailing experience built into his medium-sized frame. He is<br />
said to be a lifelong personal friend <strong>of</strong> Rear Admiral (Iceberg) Smith.<br />
Maggie is thin <strong>of</strong> face. Brine sea spray has rimmed his eyes with white circles<br />
around blue, tempered-steel pupils. He has a square, cast iron jaw that juts<br />
forward <strong>of</strong> his chest. The sea must be made <strong>of</strong> his salt. He impresses me as<br />
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