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Synopsis:
Tired of partying and chasing skirts, three
ex-Navy swabs fresh from the war in the
Pacific shipped over into the peacetime
Coast Guard in February, 1947. Bill
Archer was assigned to a tug at
Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco;
Gene Goodrich went to the Personnel
Office on Government Island, Alameda;
and Wes Hall, the author, embarked upon
the wildest two years of his life. In that
short period of time he served as a radio
operator aboard six different cutters that
were based on the West and the East
Coasts, in Panama and in Alaska. From
air-sea rescue service aboard the Alert on
the northern California coast, he went in
quick succession to the Taney, the
Chautauqua, and the Escanaba, all on
weather station duty midway between Frisco and Honolulu. In early 1948 he shipped aboard a buoy tender, the Bramble, as radioman-in-chargeŅon his way to the ice-breaker Storis, which took him from Baltimore down across the Gulf of Mexico, through the Panama Canal, and up the West Coast to Juneau, Alaska.
In the winter of 1948 Juneau was a wild and wonderful little liberty town for the sailors aboard the Cutter Storis. When they weren't rescuing some fishing boat from a frozen cove, they were sipping hot buttered rums at the Triangle Bar on the outskirts. Great times!
| It was the best of times....
At sea with the Old Coast Guard.
Weather patrol in the Pacific
aboard the cutters Taney, Chautauqua, Escanaba.
Buoy-tending along the northern California coast aboard the Bramble.
Ten thousand mile voyage on an ice-breaker, the Storis.
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