Entry 026 - sea

The sea is where I love to be. To know the sea takes time, you see.

Seagulls and waves are crashing around me. The smell of salt is in the air.

The sea is where my despair will be. To die at sea gives me peace.

My love, the sea, time will show. I'm unsure of where to go from here.

The possibility of sea creatures, scaly, and bile gives me my fear.

One day I'll leave this pier. To know the sea is to know my psyche.

I've fallen off the edge of the earth.

It's time to disperse; goodbye, my love, the sea. May the sea rest with me for eternity.

- Seaman Franklin 'Weeks' Young, USS Tawasa

I found this folded in my grandpa's logbook. It was dated May 13, 1955. Just a day before Operation Wigwam.

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