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This is the article that appeared in the Thursday the
17th in the Capistrano Valley News portion of the Orange County Register.
REUNION FLOAT
By
Phillip R. Schwartze
March 4, 2005
On March the 19th we will have horses, kids, bands, floats and a rolling
Fez on the City streets. Now that's a parade! This year, near the end
of the parade, is a special float with a unique group of men who all served
aboard the same submarine, and are having a reunion. They are here in
San Juan Capistrano renewing old acquaintances and determining how they
all have done in later civilian life. After leaving the Navy some were
Policemen, tug boat captains, salesmen and other diverse professions.
All of these men shared the common bond of serving their country on a
special boat. In the Navy, submarines are called boats. The submarine
Remora was, we believe, the longest serving submarine in the Navy. Remora
was built in 1946 and served in the United States submarine force until
1973 when it was transferred to the Greek submarine forces, and then scrapped
in 1999. The USS Remora served for 53 years. Most of these Remora reunion
attendees have not seen each other for over 30 years. Like all reunions,
you go to see how everyone else has gotten old, put on weight and lost
hair while you have remained unchanged. I think I appear almost exactly
like I did 40 years ago, with the exception on my platinum blond (some
say gray) hair. Since I am the organizer of the San Juan Capistrano reunion
of the sailors of the USS Remora, I was looking forward to seeing old
submarine friends, knowing that I would be easily recognizable. I was
very excited to see the first of my old submarine buddies when he came
walking up my driveway. I spotted him out of my den window and rushed
to the door to greet him. I opened the front door and he looked me in
the eye and said, "Is your son here?" Give the float a wave
on Saturday. You will be waiving at several former Commanding Officers
and a number of crewmen from an important part of naval history. You can
even wave at the jerk that didn't recognize me.
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