“We’re going back to The Rock on this thing?” I gasped. “At least it ain’t the Henrico.’ A grunt from 1/9 opined. “You think the Henrico was bad? You should have been with us on the Greasy George Clymer. Fifty-seven straight days of cruising off Vietnam on that miserable excuse for a ship. Hotter thanContinue reading “A Storm Called Vera”
