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Muggs went camping with me every chance he could get. When I would go rock climbing he would go along by jumping on to my chest, his hind feet would be in my belt and he'd hang on with his front feet over my shoulder. He never wanted to ride down though, and numerous times he'd come down too fast and would lose some pad off of his feet and skin off of his nose. That never stopped him though, he was always ready to go. When it was bed time he'd jump on my bed, stick his nose under the covers, crawl to the foot, turn around, come back and lay his head on my pillow, with his back to me. We kept each other warm on many a winter night. When I was in the navy all the way through Sonar School, I could still feel his body next to mine, when I'd be going to sleep. He is buried in the pet cemetery on Highway 115, south of Colorado Springs. He died while I was in Sonar School. Lydia Agnes and John Jackson Chambers lived next door to us at 205 N. 28th St.. Their grandchildren would play in front of their house when they visited. One day I was engaged in the pass time that my grandfather had gotten me enthused in. I was sitting on our front porch reading. I was 15 at the time, and Crystal Chambers, who was 10, and her brother Everett were in front of their grandparents' house playing. She was jumping rope and singing one of those dittys that girls sing to jump rope. It seemed as though the harder I tried to concentrate on my reading, the more her singing interfered. I looked at her over my book and gave her a look designed to make her be quiet. Instead of it working, she stuck her tongue out at me. I finally gave up and went in. Years later she said she wanted me to come jump rope with her, but I was too stuck up. We really didn't care for each other then. Three years later I was in the U. S. Navy, and was aboard the U.S.S. Newport stationed in Yokosuka, Japan, during the Korean War. Back in Colorado Tommy Chambers, Crystal's dad, and my mother started in on each of us to write to each other. I don't think we did until I was on my next ship the U.S.S. Wiseman. When we did, we both apparently relented on the same day. My letter to her was very noncommittal written as a 'Lowell Thomas Travelogue' type letter to a child. Hers was just as stiff. I was in Korea on both the Newport and the Wiseman. On the Newport we were on 'Windshield Patrol' up the eastern coast of the peninsula. We got into a pretty rough storm on New Years eve and in the morning a Russian patrol boat met us and advised us that we were close to violating Russian sovereignty. We were 18 miles out of Vladivostok. We were a bit off course. It was on the Newport that an exploding mine knocked me out of my bunk. On the Wiseman we ran aground on the island that had the gun emplacement that we were going to knock out. I was just ready to crawl into my bunk when they sounded general quarters. I was the Captain's phone talker so I ended up on the flying bridge in my skivvies. It was winter, it was Korea and it was cold. I called into the sound shack for them to pass me a jacket. I should have specified a foul weather jacket, because they handed out a mae west. I finally got a foul weather jacket and at least my upper body was warm. After the Captain got a damage assessment we backed off the island and backed through the mine field that we had come through to get there. I ordered the fathometer logs locked up, and by doing that protected one of my men from taking the blame for grounding us. The Captain had fallen victim to poor judgement, and gave the wrong order which was obeyed without question. The log showed that he had been advised of the island's location, in enough time to avoid collision. The court of inquiry was still going on, when I left the Wiseman in a drydock in Sassebo, Japan. I heard later that the skipper's next command was a desk. I next went to Submarine School in New London, Connecticut. I was assigned to the Argonaut out of school. Winthrop (Wimpy) Eastman the III, taught me a lesson on taking advantage of a situation when you have the resources at hand. We were in Halifax, Nova Scotia, during coronation time for Queen Elizabeth II. An ideal time for an American ship full of red blooded young men to be in port. There was a marked deficiency of young men, because the Princess Pats were in England for the coronation. Then came the situation, no pay. Wimpy went to the skipper, and said that he would make the payroll by giving the slush fund a loan. His only -23-