Since I'm no longer on the inside of the project, I have not much to offer in the way of insights. As a former crewmember, I will be involved with Ojibwa until my dying day and I expect my relationship with the museum will evolve with time.
I suppose I'll need to come up with a more appropriate headline for the blog eventually. From here I'll use this space to record some personal thoughts and document some of my memories of my time aboard, some will have been published elsewhere. This will be an opportunity to explore my current thinking
My five years in the navy were a wonderful experience, but the two years of submarine life I lived was filled with enough excitement, thrills, friendship, laughs,danger and even fear and trauma to last a lifetime. It was an experience I'll never regret having.
I look back on the 45 years that have passed since I last crossed the gangway and marvel at how even now, that experience fills such a large part of my life and defines who I am.
I have done many things in my life. met my life mate and had two wonderful kids, grew older....that's what life is about. Now in my so called "golden' years, I've been re-connected to the past in a remarkable way. I've re-discovered old shipmates and messmates and met so many friends I never new I had and I expect to meet many more. These are men who have lived the same experience and whose lives were forged in the same crucible as mine, in other words..... Submariners. I'm so proud to be among their numbers.
Rick
