Harriman Nelson's Journal

My Friend Lee-page 10
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

Lee had a nightmare last night. It’s well in the past now, when Seaview was sunk by a human error and a derelict mine field. We had a lot of casualties, and Lee, as Captain took it the hardest.  

It’s not easy to be a survivor. There’s a kind of guilt about it. A ‘why did I survive when they didn’t mentality. Oh, we both knew what to expect, we’ve been trained in all the psycho babble about post traumatic stress, etc., but it was hard. And no doubt the experience will haunt Lee and I throughout our lives, even though we both know, there was not one damn thing either of us could have done to save our men’s lives. 


Our miracle was in Chip Morton and Chief Jones. They risked life and limb in a desperately dangerous bell dive through that same mine field to bring us air and a way out. It wasn’t easy waiting below while the bell was used as a kind of elevator to haul men ‘upstairs’ and come back down for more.


Lee spent most of that time wandering Seaview, the parts that were still accessible, touching her, almost clawing his hands against the sealed hatches entombing some of his crew. I saw his tears. But he tried to make me believe it was the damp hair dripping down his face. Knowing Lee, I decided to wait until he was ready to talk about it. Right now we had to get back to the Control Room and the last ‘elevator’ ride away from our dead ship.


We both knew she was salvageable and would one day again patrol the seven seas, but without some of the men who had lived and breathed with us,  walked the decks laughed, and cried with us aboard SSRN Seaview.  It was a gut wrenching time for all our surviving crew. But especially for me and Lee.


I still have this paper. A reminder for me never to take my boat and her crew for granted.


Lee took the loss of his crew and the death of Seaview the hardest.


Lee and I  recommended Chip and Jones for a Presidential Citation for heroism the day we were rescued. Alas nothing yet. But during our Memorial Service for our lost shipmates, he presented them with his own Citation for valor above and beyond. I've never seen Morton speechless before and Curly, well, he was a bit overcome too. 'Just doing our jobs Skipper' attitude on their part didn't hold water with anyone.