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Thanks Sea...I remember my years in Uncle Sam's Yacht Club with great affection...even the time at Camp Lejune learning how to pilot landing craft. The thought was a scary one when looking back at the odds of living when ferrying gyrenes into shore..
Hunting down drug runners, even in the 60s was lots of fun, but the worst was dragging for some poor soul washed overboard during a gale. Kinda reduces your love for crustacians for awhile if you get my drift!!
Semper Paratus!!
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Bob S. former owner of a 1984 silver 944
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