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Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard

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procedures were fact or fiction is unknown to me. It is obvious the procedure<br />

would have merit at least under some circumstances.<br />

Ashore for a few beers with Pete.<br />

June 30, Tuesday; Nanok.<br />

I can't imagine why I did it, but from the Nanok I phoned Peggy just to say hello.<br />

She sounded quite excited and insisted that I come to visit immediately. I told<br />

myself it was just the home cooking that beckoned me. Even as I spoke to her, I<br />

heard some <strong>of</strong> the crew were being sent to a place called "Price’s neck" near<br />

Newport, Rhode Island, for gunnery practice. It was to be on 20mm anti-aircraft<br />

and 50 caliber machine guns and other such weapons. I also heard I was in the<br />

first group to go. Peggy reluctantly excused me. Bos'n Robbins, Schafer, Charlie<br />

Rolston, "Guns" Owens, Petrenko and I received our pay, caught the train to<br />

Newport, then by open truck to Price’s Neck.<br />

July 1942<br />

There are no longer any doubts. Rumor is now fact. We are bound for<br />

Greenland!<br />

July 1, Wednesday; Price’s Neck.<br />

Schafer is a Radioman 1/c. He is <strong>of</strong> medium height, slender, rather dark-skinned,<br />

near bald. A very nervous, excitable and introverted individual. He reminds me <strong>of</strong><br />

a cowed dog being kicked into a corner. I am very surprised when he begins one<br />

<strong>of</strong> his very rare conversations with me. He suggested just he and I go into town in<br />

the evening for a few drinks. He strikes me as being lonesome as hell and in<br />

need <strong>of</strong> someone to talk to. Not many <strong>of</strong> the crew pay any attention to him or<br />

converse with him. Probably because he makes no attempt to be friendly. I tell<br />

him "OK," I would join him later in the day.<br />

Spent first half <strong>of</strong> day assembling and disassembling 20mm guns until we were<br />

able to do so in total darkness. A very useful talent we are told.<br />

Second half <strong>of</strong> day is spent firing the guns. The pilot <strong>of</strong> a small, slow-flying<br />

military aircraft tows a very large, cigar-shaped air sock, tethered to the rear <strong>of</strong><br />

his plane with a very long line. He flies from left to right for a very long distance,<br />

then reverses his course and passes before us from right to left. We all fire away<br />

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