April 1954, returning from the Far East.

THE MAN WHO HAD IT ALL

Remember George, the QM-1 who was always helping me? Well this time he needed help. We had just tied up to the pier at Ancon, CZ. And I had the first in port OOD watch. The liberty party had assembled for inspection, when I heard my name being softly called from the deck area just out of sight of the brow. It was George. "Mr. Crawford, you've got to help me." What's up? Sir, do you see those 3 good -looking women standing there, talking? What about it? Well, Sir, The blond is my east coast wife, the red head is my west coast wife, and the dark, Spanish looking one is my Panama wife. Sir, you got' a help! George, you do need a lot of help, but I don't know how I can resolve this problem. Sir, you've got to cancel my liberty! If I go ashore, they'll tear me apart, or even kill me. Remember all those chart changes we picked up before we sailed? I haven't finished them yet, so pull my liberty card until I finish them, Sir, I doubt I'll be done before we go through the canal. Give me your card, and get to it. You better have them all done before GITMO!

Well, George escaped that time, I often wonder what the outcome was. George, If you read this, why don't you e-mail me the final outcome of this story!