THE PRICE.
Hounded out
of 3 ships, Hong Kong, Singapore and Mumbai, with a D.R. on
my C.D.C. from the last one, and grounded without a ship for about 9 years; from
July 1972 to April 1981 and to add to my
woes my wife (who was working but with a salary that was not enough to provide
for the four of us) asking me with tears in her eyes: “Tony, if you didn’t want
to look after me, then why did you marry me? THS as always remained silent. A
mute witness to the goings on, although I did plead with him to talk to her and
explain the happenings, which as always, he never obliged with. She passed away
in 18-12-2001 without a clue to my life in THS.
I am putting
this out just in case of any controversy surrounds my life as an R/O on board
ships I served on only to leave to enter mental institutions. Don’t believe it?
I have records to prove it, or just ask around.
I can still
remember somebody singing to me “Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no
more, no more… from my Hong Kong disfigurement and St. Elizabeth’s nursing home
if I have got the name right.
SRT. 2nd August 2016.
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