tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687347459208158501.post1304051559978529611..comments2024-03-28T06:07:03.667-04:00Comments on The Philosopher's Stone: MEMOIRS VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER ONE FIRST INSTALLMENTRobert Paul Wolffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11970360952872431856noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687347459208158501.post-29706945395579099282010-04-16T10:07:04.857-04:002010-04-16T10:07:04.857-04:00I had to google "flagging out" to find o...I had to google "flagging out" to find out what it means. You learn something new every day.Robert Paul Wolffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11970360952872431856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687347459208158501.post-76456982516364961662010-04-16T08:56:12.024-04:002010-04-16T08:56:12.024-04:00Some 20 or so years ago, I was serving in the UK`s...Some 20 or so years ago, I was serving in the UK`s merchant fleet as a Junior Deck Officer(Class4). <br />One day when our vessel was berthed near the Solent, a company representative came aboard asking for volunteers should the government requisition any of our vessels for the forthcoming campaign in Kuwait. Most volunteered, with the promise of an additional $35 per day for entering a war zone being their primary motive, of that I am sure.<br />There we were, sitting aboard a Bahamian registered vessel, serving in the most rapidly declining maritime support network on earth-our fleet one tenth of it`s former size, and we were chomping at the bit to go to war. Go to war for the very people who had taken a scythe to our future prospects, people who saw "flagging out" as a purely economic decision. Go to war, without thinking, just for a juicy carrot.<br />Very strange creatures indeedNotHobbeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09443644930695303411noreply@blogger.com