which I only found out about later. Our vessel got underway within hours of the first strike in the Yom Kippur War. We got underway totally incommunicado and stayed that way for several days. First time US military went to DEFCON 3 since the end of WWII (that has happened already, right?)
We had lots of ‘interesting’ conversations. Speculation was at fever pitch. For all we knew, thermonuclear warfare had commenced. And here I was on a weapons platform ferrying Poseidon missiles. Our life expectancy wasn’t long in the event of, you know….
Additionally, I was tasked with searching for Soviet vessels who were certainly looking for us. To think that Nixon was drunk while I was bearing the weight of existential responsibility for perhaps the entire world…infuriating to say the least.
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