I recall the time we went into Buckner Bay, Okinawa. It was a dark and miserably cold night. Ship crews encounter many such days and nights. We take it all in our stride. The rain was absolutely pouring down. One could hardly see a hand in front of the face. Crew members like me thought we were lucky to get into a cutter and go ashore. The rain was so heavy one was unable to see the coxswaine, even my naval cap shrunk.