“And if you ever see another one, you let me know.”Įclipsing the size concern was their availability-the internet had none to offer. It was matte-gray, no-frills, and, although partially-inspired by past divers over the years, was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Not only had it stuck out like a sore thumb due to the nature of being surrounded by a sea of Casios, but the wrist on which it was prominently displayed was that of our Commanding Officer. It was here that I’d first crossed paths with the Dreadnought PRS-2. It was an opportune time for retail therapy. Rumor had it the place was supposed to be torn down years before our arrival but to do so would’ve meant there’d be no place to stick the Marines.
It smelled of wet boots and termite turds that would drop from the ceiling like a pepper shaker every time the door would slam shut.
The Taj Mahal of my neighborhood aboard SCAB.
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