When Mrs. Dust, Trail Jr. and I visited Boston this week for an afternoon among the tall ships we saw an unexpected sight.
Not every floating vessel was wind driven. Not every boat was tall.
Unlike so many sailors this week, not all were wearing their dress whites. Not all were acting as friendly ambassadors from their respective nations.
There were also the ordinary working boats, shuttling goods and passengers across the harbor, between neighboring ports and Boston, and the ferry going to and from nearby Provincetown at the end of Cape Cod which hooks back in toward the mainland.
And then there were these guys…
They were not dressed for comfort or show. They were not shaking hands, kissing babies or playing music to entertain the crowds.
While we enjoyed a summer afternoon on the waterfront, touring tall ships and conversing with sailors from around the world, 2 unusual watercraft slipped unnoticed across Boston harbor, neither shiny nor tall. Their occupants were dressed in camouflage, their heads wearing helmets, their their knives flat black, their guns loaded, their craft capable of 50+ knots.
Yes America, we are still at war, and we still need men like these, who are willing to put it all on the line for their country.
To all our men and women in arms,
we at Fellowship to the Minds say…