|Russell "Rusty" Daily and Wife, Kathleen|
I'm proud of what I did, but I'm no hero.
I would like to say, in my younger years I was a gung ho 18 year-old wanting to join the service and defend my country. I wasn't.
What I really wanted to be was a surveyor. Back then, I didn't have the money for school, so I joined the Navy to get an education.
During my induction, I took a test that showed I was fairly intelligent.
Well, I went through boot camp, machinist mate school, submarine school, nuclear power school, and then on to the nuclear prototype in New York. After that, I was sent to Hawaii to await duty on the Tecumseh's Blue Crew.
Nuclear Missile Subs had two crews. One out and one in to keep the missiles deployed for as much time as possible.
|Dolphins for Submarine Qualification|
While on the boat, I qualified on six watch stations, as required by my billet. It was an easy life, if you didn't mind being under water for two months at a stretch.
We were safe and warm inside our metal cocoon. There were no bullets, swamps, or dying for us. There were no harrowing stories of night patrols, tunnel fighting, or holding a dying buddy in our arms.
We enjoyed our time off in Hawaii, chasing women, getting drunk, and having the time of our life. As they say. Young and dumb and full of ....
What my shipmates and I did was necessary because of the cold war and that crazy f'ing Khrushchev. We had to insure mutual destruction in order to keep the peace, so to speak.
What we did was important, but in my heart, it's the warrior we should forever give our thanks to.
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale
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