lieutenant says, "Hell, we have got a lot of money in this boat. We have not used her. We got all of this paint and stuff on her." I said, "We want the goddamn boat or something." E: They took you and your boat in the service? RC: Yes. I was supposed to be on a boat, but I never did get on it. He said, "We cannot let this man have this boat like this. We spent all this money on this boat." Anyway, this fella, this lieutenant, said, "I know this motor in this boat is a Chrysler. I sold this man this motor in this boat. I know he keeps his boat up good. I say turn it back to him right now." Aldman (that was the lieutenant's name) said OK. Boy, they took care of the papers, and I signed it. I got in the goddamn boat and got back to the dock. Aldman drove. Another lieutenant, Lieutenant Angles, was up there. He was going to give me my discharge. I got up there, and he swore me this, that, and the other. He said, "You now have your honorable discharge. You are out of the Coast Guard." I said, "OK. I think I am going to go to Boca Grande tonight." He said, "You cannot run at night. You will have to wait until daylight. And you have to paint over that number." The number 2156 is what the number was, which I did not want on the boat. I went over there and was talking to this lieutenant. About that time the telephone rang: "Yeah? Do not let any more of the fishermen out. We have let enough of them out." About that time old Bob Thomason came out all dressed up to get something to eat. I thought that old man was going tear up that goddamn place. "Jesus Christ!" he said. Boy, was he mad! E: I know when it was time for me to get out of the service I did not turn my tool box in. I did not check out of my squadron. I packed my car and left. I am still on KP. RC: I heard that Charlie Green was dead. The other day a man came to the house, and I talked to him. Something had come up about me and old Charlie Green. He was down in Fort Myers. We were in the service together. He said, "Yes, he is down in the keys now." I said, "You mean he is still alive?" He said, "Yes, I saw him the other day on one of those keys down there." I said, "I'll be damned. I thought he was dead." He said, "No, he is not dead. He is still down there." Another little boy we had was named Broward James, from Sanibel. I do not know what became of him. I guess his old lady killed him. He had a big old fat lady, and they were all the time fussing. 34