face. I don?t? remember the names of the rest of the officers, except LT(jg) George Formanek, a Hornet fighter pilot. George?s wife and mine shared a home with three other Hornet pilot?s wives in Coronado, California. Duffy was a born storyteller. He told us he had been everywhere, seen everything, and done everything. A true sailor! These two Irishmen, Dr McAteer and Duffy, each had a wonderful sense of humor. Duffy embellished his sea stories with Dr McAteer egging him on. We were going to be en route for eighteen days to San Diego, and those two real characters helped ease the boredom. The first day we entered the officer?s dining room, Duffy?s black head and hands got the attention of a pompous Army Lieutenant Colonel. He objected strenuously to Duffy?s appearance and asked the civilian waiter to have Duffy leave the dining room. The blackened, caked tannic acid on Duffy?s head was starting to peel off. So we decided if we could get Duffy in a bathtub, soak his head and hands, we could get him presentable to eat in the dining room. The Lurline had rationed all fresh water and we were taking saltwater baths. We got permission from a ship?s officer to fill a bathtub with fresh water. We got Duffy into the tub and had a fun team effort to soak towels and gently rub Duffy?s head. When we had successfully removed the caked tannic acid, we all cracked up laughing. Little Duffy looked beautiful; like