Part Four of a Sailor’s Scholarly Series on U.S. Naval History in The South Pacific: PAIN

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Matt, Rogers, and I were in Viva Young, Olongapo City. I had been struck by The Thunderbolt. Rog was buying the beer for the next ten years. Matt was drawing a charcoal portrait on a cocktail napkin of a sweet, young lovely Filipina with a glass eye. Mama-San was not happy.

SNAFU (‘Situation Normal: All Fucked Up’)

Primary Problem was my ‘Thunderbolt Smitten Status’ Continue reading