Salvage

Take one man with a dream and lock him in the icy depths of the ocean. That's our story, Selvidge, taken from the vials of John Steele Adventurer. Hello friends, this is John Steele. We're back this week to bring you a really unusual story of adventure.

This is one of those one in a million tales that you come across once in a lifetime. As I've said before, these stories are not mine, but those of people I've met in my travels.

This one happened to a man I'm really proud to know. I first met George McCreedy when I was in the Navy station in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. But suppose we let him tell his own story.

George? Like father, like son, they say, and that's the way it was with Billy and me. I joined the Navy when I was 17, and when Billy was through with high school, there wasn't any question about what he wanted to do.

wanted to do. Only it was a good deal easier for him than it was for me, because his old man was a full commander when he went in. He had spent all his life around Navy bases.

I kind of hoped he had picked deep-sea diving school so as I could help him along, but he decided on submarines, and I figured that was close enough to suit me. After he was through with his training, I pulled some strings and had him assigned to a sub-based at Portsmouth so I could keep an eye on him. That's why I knew he was outside waiting that day, the

I was called over to the medics. It was comforting just to know he was there. Back from the lab, George. But you'd won all the score. Hey number one, huh Harry? Well, you're not in bad shape for an old guy.