Forty five years ago today, after 4 years as a BT on WWII Tin Cans (USS Braine DD630 & USS Arnold J. Isbell DD869) I was separated from active duty. Two trips to WestPac, stood plane guard for more carriers & chased more damn subs than than I can remember, & took one can through FRAM in Bremerton, Washington. After separation I came home to Houston & went to college, got a job, quit a job, played folk guitar for a spell, got married, got divorced, raced sailboats, got a job in the commercial printing industry, got married again & retired last March. Where the hell did the last forty five years go? Enjoyed my years on the cans, but now life is good & I'll let you youngsters take over now. Thanks for reading.