Greetings from M. E. ( Moe ) Morris, Captain, USN, ret.

Operation Deep Freeze VX6 Skipper 1965-1966

All hands bulletin: 
The response to my book proposal has been overwhelming and I hasten to assure you all that your comments (and advance orders) are well taken. At the moment the proposed retail price is $322.00/copy but I hope to shave that down to about $1.23.

Yes, Billy Ace, I will not spare the black shoes. Some of the most disgusting events on the ice came from that community. Regretfully, there were no females present during my tour so I will have to use my imagination if I address that component of Ice happenings...I think I can remember the essentials. If not, I'll check with some of the VXE-6 people.

As for publishing online, Stephen King is doing that. One chapter at a time, $1.00 per chapter when downloaded. Honor system with his readers. Do I dare use the honor system with my readers? Of course.

I only remember one Yak on the Ice. I think it was a yak as it was covered with hair had a foul odor and was squatting on the snow. I may have to use a consultant for that aspect.

I do not anticipate the use of photos. Drawings, perhaps sketches. I am concerned about lawsuits but I don't know of any OAEs who have enough money to hire a lawyer so I may be safe there. Of course, there is always the "pro bono" fanatic who will try to take my house, car and assorted grandchildren.

Time to go to work (Virginia just leaned over my shoulder and said," For God's sake, take off that parka and bunny boots, it's 90 degrees in here.
You're talking to the OAEs again, aren't you? I knew it! There's trash to take out, windows to wash, rugs to vacumn, etc. etc. etc." The woman forgets who I am from time to time. I gotta go back to wearing my shoulder boards...).



Here is a tribute supplied by our Cyber Skipper, Buz Dryfoose and 'Sam' his typing turtle...

 Captain Moe;  FLYING WEST    

I hope there's a place way up in the sky,
Where pilots can go, when they have to die.
A place where a guy can buy a cold beer,
For a friend and a comrade, whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer can tread,
Nor management type would ere be caught dead;
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place where a lady could go,
And feel safe and protected by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low.
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came in the door.
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy,
You had not seen in years, though he taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear;
And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here.'
"For this is the place where true flyers come,
When the journey is over, and the war has been won.
They've come here at last to be safe and alone
From the government clerks and the management clone,
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ole boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest
This is heaven, my son....You've passed your last test!"


                                            - George Rothrock-


Here is link to his latest novel,  'The Sand Crabs'

His first writing upon retirement was " The Icemen ", a gripping story set in
real life Antarctica and VX-6...  He has written several others  since...

Back home to; Operation Deep Freeze

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