This gauge sits on a landing craft from WWII, on display at a small community park. I am acquainted with an older fellow who was the pilot of one of these boats and his stories are fascinating. The stories remind me that it must have been like driving a motorboat through hell, dodging things and watching soldiers jump overboard and sink because he couldn\’t get close enough, then with extra effort and throttle, finally ramming the craft on the beach so hard that it would take machinery to push him off while the machine guns fired at them. If we both make it to summer in good health, maybe I can get a nice portrait of him as he often spends the mornings sitting in the shade watching the world pass by.
This will be it for the week.