Looking for Inner Safety
I’ll never forget one of the scariest experiences I had in the military. I was sixty feet below the surface of the Caribbean Sea, just off the coast of Antigua. I was with a dive team participating in a NATO exercise when we were given orders to do a grid search for a downed military aircraft that had crashed into the sea. We had been searching for about an hour when my air supply began running low. I turned on my reserve air and began to follow my air bubbles up.
But then I heard a most unwelcome sound: a whoosh of air escaping. The incoming air hose had detached from its cradle in my mouthpiece. Instead of air I got a mouthful of saltwater. “Uh-oh!” I thought, “ this is not good.” I did have a very serious ...