Happy Birthday to Israel.
A long time ago, 1953, in a Galaxy, far far away, I was a Licensed Third Engineer working as a Marine Engineer on board a freighter. The name of which, I no longer remember, but I do remember that the boat was loaded with wild horses. The ship was en route to Israel. The horses were going to help Israel grow.
The people taking care of the horses were Cowboys, for the most part drunken Cowboys for the trip out, Mennonite Boys for the return trip to clean the stalls.
On the trip out, we lost a horse a day. The dead horses were pulled out of the stalls by the ships rigging and dropped overboard.
The pay for the boys was trips to the Holy Places, as long as the shipped was docked. The trips included Mary's Well and the Manger. I went on that one.
Each morning the Mennonite boys would come off the ship for their visit with jugs for the holy water.
The cowboys managed to drink all the alcohol they had and then all the after shave lotion that was on the boat.
The Horses were not allowed to lay down, if they did their bunk mates would step on them.. So when a horse got seasick enough to quit and lay down, the ship's whistles were rung and out came the cowboys to make everybody stand up again.
That was my little contribution to the growth of Israel.
Some times it is nice to reminisce.
Happy Birthday
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