Today is the first day of August, a date I remember because on August 3, 1945, the USS Pickens sailed into San Francisco after 11 months in the South Pacific, beginning a month of excitement.
For me, it was a tough time beginning with the early entrance into the foggy bay. I was on the radar with the task of guiding the ship by spotting the buoys and keeping the ship from sinking any fishing vessels. I don't know how to explain the difficulty I had in telling the difference between a buoy and a bat as depicted on the radar. Both were only blips, with the boats the ones moving.
For me, it was a tough time beginning with the early entrance into the foggy bay. I was on the radar with the task of guiding the ship by spotting the buoys and keeping the ship from sinking any fishing vessels. I don't know how to explain the difficulty I had in telling the difference between a buoy and a bat as depicted on the radar. Both were only blips, with the boats the ones moving.
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