by William M. Koch
The author poses for a photo during a 1984 visit
to the dividing line separating Christian East
Beirut and Muslim West Beirut.
In 1983, after 32 years of service in the Canadian navy, I asked my career manager for a posting that would involve something different. At the time, I was serving on the staff of Maritime Forces Pacific, and after clawing my way from ordinary seaman to lieutenant-commander, I felt a change was needed—not that my career up to that point had been uneventful.
After all, I had served in seven ships, including minesweepers, frigates, destroyers and a cruiser. Included was ...