It was summer time in Scotland and I stood comfortably surrounded by green hills in the distance and the dockyards. It was all new to me, an American lad on his first trip outside his homeland, my thoughts were all centered on the knot of fear that lay in my stomach; the fear of being alone in a foreign country, fear of the dangers that may lay about the dockyard, and fear of the unknown.
My older and more experienced friends from the ship had gone off a few blocks away to drink and make out with the local lassies as I was left behind. Since I didn’t drink much and since I was lacking in confidence and shy, I was left alone to face the unknown.
As I walked the streets up from the dockyard, I was careful to memorize my return route and check for whatever possible evil might befall a young lad, alone and scared as he walked the streets of a strange country. As I met people on the sidewalk, I greeted each of them.
“Good Day Yank,” usually came back in reply. It was a friendly greeting and did much to alleviate my fears. Soon I was in a residential neighborhood of modest, well kept houses with tiny yards and occasionally a car parked in front. As darkness approached, I sensed I’d find little of interest there. Read the rest of this entry »