I first visited her around 1970, when my paternal grandmother died and we journeyed from Florida to Mississippi to bury her. I was about 9 years old at the time and we stopped at the Alamaba on the trip back. I was smitten with love for this ship; guns everywhere, hiding places galore, something fascinating to see around every corner. Also moored behind the Alabama was a WWII submarine, USS Drum, but I really had no time for her; too small, cramped. My love was given to the big battleship.
I knew before I left her that I wanted nothing more than to be in the US Navy.
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