A bucket of shrimp

A MOH vet who survived 24 days at sea. A heartwarming story.

Fix Bayonets!

They say old folks do strange things. At least, I think that is what young people say about us when they talk about us at all —which isn’t all that often. I think this is because we old folks are a bother. I think this must explain why younger people want to place us in nursing homes.

In any case, this story unfolded every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the wide blue ocean.

Seagull Feeding 001Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now. Everybody has gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on…

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4 thoughts on “A bucket of shrimp

  1. Andy, What a wonderful story to re-blog! I truly enjoyed this one. Thank you for sharing it with the rest of us. A worthy post that deserves to be to read with a valuable lesson: everyone we meet has a remarkable, sometimes entirely unexpected story if we take time to get to know them without simply judging. Marcella Xx


  2. To Fix Bayonets, Thank you for sharing such a lovely story! You are so right in that it is easy to write-off such rituals as meaningless and even a little crazy, yet it is almost always true, that when we take the time to get to know someone, there is a remarkable, heartwarming story of something with deep meaning that happened in their lives, of which we are unawares until we take the time to get to know them. A tale of remarkable bravery, courage and tenacity, and of a man forever grateful for the miracle that saved his life and the life of his crew! Regards, Marcella


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