Responding to today's One Minute Writer prompt: Tale
My grandfather was a navy engineer. He served on the bigger ships (carriers, destroyers) involved in Operation Deep Freeze in the 60s. During this time he met my grandmother and mother, and took them back to the states with him (and this was where my mother met my father but that’s not this tale). During the Vietnam years he was moved to inshore patrol boats – I picture him cruising up and down hostile riverways a la Apocalyse Now... One time he was answering the call of nature off the stern of the boat, when the bow of the boat hit a mine. He was the only survivor. I’ve always figured it is never a good idea to hold it.