Yesterday's
Post
got me to thinking.
Remembering the days when I was in the
and
back home,
in
South Milwaukee,
Wisconsin.
I actually enjoyed being a
Cub Scout
more than a
Boy Scout.
I believe the reason I liked the
Cub Scouts
so much is because my
Mother
was the
Den Mother
of our group.
The only real story I still remember of those days is when our troop went on a field trip to the
This was during the early 1960s
and the reason we were going to the
Port
was to take a tour of a
World War 2
era
U.S. Navy Submarine.
Yes,
they still had submarines stationed in the
during this time because at first,
our
Government
was afraid of
German U-Boats
infiltrating these waters during
and after
and after
with
Russia.
I guess the
Military
thought that during the
Cold War
that
Russia
would attack
Canada
first,
then come down from the
North
and take over the
Great Lake Region.
I'm not sure,
its just my speculation.
While our troop of
Cub Scouts
was touring the
Submarine,
and let me tell you,
there was barely enough room for us kids to move around,
the
Lines
or
Hawsers
mooring the
Submarine
to the pier,
somehow unraveled
and the ship floated away from the dock.
Since there wasn't a full crew to run the ship back,
the
Navy Lieutenant
giving the tour,
had to radio in to the
Port Authorities
for a
Tug Boat.
We were all kept down inside the ship,
until we docked because our
Den Mother
thought we might fall over board
and drown.
But still,
it was an adventure of a lifetime for an eight
or nine year old,
and I,
myself,
had plenty of tales to tell my fellow students when I went back to school on
Monday Morning!
This is,
Life,
It Is Always An Adventure,
Live It,
Live It,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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