Shestories

In 1994, I stood with  my oldest son, Brian, on  a piece of land called Deer Point in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. We were both looking through  binoculars at the same thing;  United States Coast Guard cutters bringing in thousands of Cuban refugees  whom the Coasties had rescued from the waters between Cuba and Florida  to a safe haven at  Guantanomo Bay.  For  very selfish reasons, as I watched I wished them all to be returned to Havana.  Their presence  in Gitmo meant my boys and I would have to leave and my husband would have to stay,  keeping us apart for one year.   This is what I saw, but Brian saw something else.  Nine years later he graduated from the United States Coast Guard Academy, and he now flies the C 130 out of Clearwater, Florida…..often looking for  refugees  in the waters between Cuba and Florida.