Harriman Nelson's Journal

Life with Lee-page 3
The Creamsickle
The Invitation
Bike Week
The Java Connection
Lee's Tattoo
My Friend Lee-page 33
My Friend Lee-page 34
My Friend Lee-page 35
My Friend Lee-Page 36
My Friend Lee-page 37
My Friend Lee-page 38
My Friend Lee-page 39
My Friend Lee-page 40
My Friend Lee-page 41
My Friend Lee page 42
My Friend Lee-page 43
My Friend Lee -page 44
My Friend Lee-page 25
My Friend Lee-Page 26
My Friend Lee-Page 27
My Friend Lee-Page 28
My Friend Lee -page 29
My Friend Lee -page 30
My Friend Lee-page 31
My Friend Lee-page 32
My Friend Lee-page 24
My Friend Lee-page 23
My Friend Lee- page22
My Friend Lee-page 21
My Friend Lee-page 20
My Friend Lee- Page 19
My Friend Lee-page 18
My Friend Lee page 17
My Friend Lee-page 16
A Short Story
A 'Harry Halloween'
My Friend Lee-page 15
My Friend Lee-page 14
My Friend Lee-page 13
My Friend Lee-page 12
My Friend Lee-page 11
My Friend Lee-page 10
My Friend Lee-page 9
My Friend Lee-Page 8
My Friend Lee-page 7
My Friend Lee-page 6
My Friend Lee-Page 5
Life With Lee-page 4
Life with Lee- page 2
Life with Lee-page 3
Reflections-the 'In Between Years'
My photo-scrapbook album
About Me

The paperwork was all done. The bronze plaque ordered, and details of the memorial to come had been finalized. An official military send off for Polidor. On eternal patrol.
She was supposed to have augmented Seaview as a smaller, more manuverable sub, but now was but a memory. Greed killed her. Sabotage. An untimly death. A brutal death.  We'd heard her death throes from the radio as the men succumbed to the fear inducing gas erupting in mass chaos and leaving their stations, the boat imploding as she fell below crush depth.
We had our own experience with the volitile gas, planted aboard Seaview as we investigated and as the gas permeated Seaview, even Lee chewed me out, wanting to abort the mission, saying there was no proof Polidor was deliberately sunk, blaming me for the deaths of 85 men  and that I was willing to die rather than admit I made a mistake but that he wasn't and neither were the men on his ship.  I almost fired him on the spot. In fact, I threatened him with it. The thing is, I doubt anyone aboard would have let me.
And Lee being Lee, well, he continued with the mission, humoring me I suppose, or had a shred of belief in me that there had to be another reason than the congressional committee's opinion that mankind couldn't work at such depths.
Now, of course, as we had finalized preparations for Polidor's memorial, we knew the truth.  Lee came to see me in my office. Sat on the edge of my desk and toyed with the pen and pencil set. Finally, he looked at me and apologised for letting himself get carried away.
Wasn't his fault, as I'd told him before, affected by the gas like everyone else, but I knew I'd have to convince him somehow. I don't remember now what I said. I'm not sure even now if he's really forgiven himself for his harsh words.