Grandad if my ship comes in without destroying the port I might be visiting your area. 66-67 I got to spend some quality time with a red headed freckled contankerous cuss from around Raleigh. He should be in his late fifties now but I suspect he still goes by the name of Walter Johnson, in jail or not. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
He plucked a guitar and sang country. Took us back home with "Patches of old shanty town" and "Long black veil". More than once he got me in a tight situation, his smart mouth dug the hole, my wise one always got us out. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
I'd like to touch base with him, just haven't had any luck. I was barely (two weeks) eighteen when we landed in country and I think he was twenty. There was five of us that rotated in and out together, a rarity.
So if anyone out there knows a Walter Johnson from North Carolina, Jim Holt of Fresno California, or Otis Moran from Los Angeles, I'd sure like a heads up.
Just don't believe a word they tell you about the War. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif