This morning, around 8AM. I was looking at a poor tug and 2 wood chip barges making there way to somewhere in Seattle to get another load. Head wind making the trip slow I'm sure. Just across the way. Port Townsend, the bay and all. Point No Point. Just past the barges. In the mist. As though to slink in, was an active Trident Submarine. Making it's way home. This was the real deal by my thinking. Coast Guard Cutter in front. Guns loaded I'm sure. Not sailing, it was something else. Coming home after 6 months out. 6 months underwater. Can you imagine? 6 months in the deep. Artificial everything. Coming home just in time for Christmas. The boat was barely above the water enough to see it in the mist of the morning. Slipping into Hood Canal. Gun boat just ahead. The Trident seemed to take up half the bay as it creeped into the Canal. This was no research boat! As though on a Holllywood set. Mist surrounded the mighty killer as it crossed to the entery of Hood Canal. The sight now burned into my memory. This was death served cold. A fearful sight. Bless the men for their duty and their coming home. The boat was pure evil. Surely designed into it's look. Black death, 10 miles from my windows. Merry Christmas to all the souls now near their time off duty. 30 days from now, Death will be coming out again. To do her duty for 6 more months. A fearful boat to look at. There was no joy in her.
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