RoseMary author

18%
Flag icon
Three feet above the rolling Higgins Boats the cargo nets came to an end. One had to jump, weighted with fifty or more pounds of equipment. No time for indecision, for others on the nets above were all but treading your fingers. So there it was—jump—hoping that the Higgins Boat would not roll away and leave only the blue sea to land in. But we all made it safely.
Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview