The GASYOAS crew set out on another Canadian invasion. Code name “Boardwalk Café”
The Beach Head was Wallaceburg Ontario. After slipping up the Chenel Ecart undetected by the Chippewa the A plus was securely moored and we stormed ashore over the seawall. This was risky do to being a daylight invasion. But no one expected Americans on a Tuesday or so early in the day. We had attained the element of surprise. The locals were so shocked to see us they immediately began showering us with that home bottled BLUE beverage. In this part of Canada no one speaks French so communicating was relatively simple. It was not a problem to get more of that Blue stuff.I think they had already had plenty of that stuff because as we got up and left they started dancing around and taking off their clothes. The CAP has seen these c siders do mysterious things before so back to the boat he went. Just in case this was some kind of devious distraction to try and hamper our escape. The crew on the other hand was fascinated with this unusual behavior and decided to hang back and try to decipher what all this meant. After leaving this place thoroughly confused he was captured by the dreaded Canadian Athore-i-tie.
Apparently the Authore-i-tie noticed the confused state and immediately decided to set this straight. Meanwhile standing guard back at the boat the CAP was contemplating what to do. He did not have a crew. With the situation becoming critical and the compelling need to egress under cover of darkness the A plus was readied for sea. Navigation systems were checked and lighted. It was assumed that the crew was on a special Op’s mission and was possibly going to escape and evade over land. Off into the darkness and fog the A plus set out for home still crewless. The little voices in the fog were saying to the CAP, “Never Leave your Wingman!” I guess they meant CREW too. So, back to the wall. The CAP immediately set out to setup a communication network to search for the crew. Searching for a helpful and friendly local the CAP happened upon one. It was found though that this local was not a local at all. An Eskimo and this land was foreign to him as well. But he did know what a telephone was and took me to his igloo to use it.
3 Hours later communications established and still crewless. There was no time left. The A plus again set out. The fog was gone and so were the voices. The wind was calm sun was warm and the water was without ripple. The A plus’s engine hummed a gleeful tune. But the shame of loosing a CREWmember weighed heavily upon the CAP. In all the previous GASYOAS adventures this had never happened. Unknown was the fact a recue operation was being mounted across the border. As the A plus was slipping away to the north the Calvary was approaching from the south.
After a safe and uneventfull return to the homeland and a high level conference, the crew was found! It was learned, after thorough interrogation and a short detainment the authore-i-tie determined that the only thing they would learn from the crew was name rank and serial number. There was no choice other than to turn the crew over in the face of the charging calvary. The Calvary rather than return to the south snatched the crew, blazed a trail across Indian territory, boarded a timely steamer and slipped out of harms way across the St Clair.
It has been determined after a snap investigation that, all crew members be properly briefed and conditioned for extended operations.
Thanks to all the helpful and friendly folks in Wallaceburg. Even the Authore-i- tie and the Us Calvary.
GASYOAS will be back! One more thing worth repeating, GASYOAS adventures may not always be fun but they are never boring.