Harriman Nelson's Journal

My Friend Lee-page 15
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

King Ang was on the news tonight, opening Parliament. His voice has changed and he’s begun those awkward years. But there was nothing awkward in the presentation of his speech. It’s hard to believe that it wasn’t all that long ago that he was a frightened little boy facing a big challenge….


We’d been asked by the State Dept. to take the boy King home to his country after his father had been assassinated. Asked, not ordered. And while I could have made the decision, I left it to Lee.


It was just before Christmas, and he, like the rest of us had plans. But he could see the importance of assisting an ally and told the crew all Christmas leave had been cancelled.


To my surprise, I really wasn’t aware of much regarding the new King’s country. In fact, when Lee brought the entourage aboard, I thought the military aide was the King! Instead I found myself facing a mere boy.  For a few brief moments we could all see the pain in his eyes when he was informed of his father’s death. Briefly. They’re trained not to show undue emotions, the royals of most countries. Minutes later he turned out to show his true colors, a royal pain in the ass!


It was worse for Lee. As Captain he isn’t used to be treated like a lackey and the boy seemed to delight in strutting his royal pleasure, and even threatened me with blackmail if he didn’t get to have my cabin (the best aboard) for his quarters.


The boy  had hardly gone to bed when there was an attempt on his life, and Lee thought he might have been making it up. But the knife wasn’t one of ours. But who among his entourage could be a threat? If that wasn’t enough, Lee informed me that Seaview was being tailed.


Having a royal aboard was more than annoying. He demanded he plunk himself smack in the Control Room and had a fit when his valet wasn’t allowed to make his lunch. Apparently Cookie had waved a cleaver in front of the man. Things got worse when we were attacked by a sub and Crane insisted we get the ‘kid’ out from underfoot.  The 'kid', of course, had a royal tantrum.


Suffice it to say, Lee was able to destroy our attacker, and while he didn't want to, he relented later at the Countess's request to let Ang back into the Control Room. 


It wasn't long before he talked Lee into letting him look through the periscope when we got a surface contact. Lo and behold he spotted a man.  He was  alone in a rowboat and seemed harmless enough, so Lee requested permission to bring him aboard. Ang seconded the request with a royal command!


The boy and ‘John’ as the castaway  called himself hit it off right away and they became fast friends. John, bless him, even got the boy to start acting human. And with a little plot of their own by switching bunks, we discovered it was the Countess who had tried to kill Ang. The King demanded we execute her on the spot.  


We didn't, and he tried to kill her himself. But no boy is a match for grown men, and the lady would have to  await trial once we got them all home. At that point, it was hypothetical.  There were so many riots there, the King might not have a home to go home to. We decided if Ang would make a public broadcast from Seaview, he just might be the uniting force against the rebels.


With John's encouragement, Ang agreed and he spoke as if to the manor born. Soon we were informed of his citizens rallying to the royal cause, and we  escorted them back to the bosom of their country.


Lee and I  attended the special ceremony that had been interrupted when his father had been murdered, and John seemed to have disappeared. 


But the lad and his aide seemed to have things well in hand, along with the government, so we returned to the boat and headed home, secure in the knowledge that ours was a 'mission accomplished', and our ally was hopefully going to be in ‘safe’ hands for many years to come.


Except, of course, female ones, apparently now,  if the pretty girl clinging to his arm on the news broadcast meant anything.


And was it my imagination, or was that man nearby in exotic garb a dead ringer for Lee? Oh, I knew he’d been drafted for an ONI assignment, but surely not to  'ride shotgun' for this event? Whatever, I sure wish I were a fly on the wall.










The boy King with his governess and valet.

Sour faced to match his disposition.

Extending a royal hand to 'old John'.

Our mysterious castaway. Now that's all over, I'm beginning to have some wild theories about John that  I dare not tell Lee or no doubt he'll either toss me in the brig or send me to SickBay.

King at work

On the throne at last. I think I'll always remember him this way, before his growth spurt and pimples got in the way.


Reminding Lee where we found Old John, just offshore Christmas Island. Rather fitting for a Christmas mission.