Haunted by a submarine picture
Into the silver belly of the beast, I went on Saturday March 29, twenty years ago. My boyfriend at the time, took this picture of a smilin' me. It was the last time I would ever see him.
Now, I can't look at this photo without thinking about the love of my life, and how I just said good-bye, turned away, and walked onto the submarine.
It's a story really, that doesn't happen too often, and is even more unlikely than if it were fiction.
In a nutshell, it goes like this: Girl (me) falls in love with an idea of someone, without really discovering whether this idea is at all accurate.
Girl then goes on a navy job posting in the Pacific Ocean.
Submarine ride is fantastically interesting because she meets many new friends, and has challenging job events.
Girl loses address of so called boyfriend who fails to contact her at the various ports of call. Result is neglect of relationship.
Twenty years later girl goes on shore leave in her home port. First image to greet her as she disembarks from sub is the horrendous death of her one time lover plastered over the bulletin boards at head-quarters. She and her luggage are seized by officials, and she is incarcerated and accused of premeditated murder.
Only picture found on the body of her one-time boyfriend, is this one of her before embarking onto the sub.
She has no witnesses to prove her innocence or guilt. She wishes to re-embark onto sub.
She is released on good behaviour and told to report to authorities at each new port of call.
The picture of her will precede her every move, for the rest of her life, unless she can somehow prove her innocence.
Writing by Regina Stemberger