I was working that evening at Camp Fuchinobe, just up the road from Kami Seya. My buddy and I were pretty junior, and as soon as the word hit the wire, there were brass and civilian big shots coming out of the woodwork. A CTTC I knew from KS was scheduled to make that cruise, but he switched with a pal of his. Another guy I knew was scheduled for that cruise and the Navy was flying him in from Bremerhaven. The plane broke down and he didn't get to Atsugi until after Pueblo had sailed. They put him on a small bird to Sasebo, but by the time this guy got there, she'd already sailed. The wife of one of my work mates was working at the Credit Union at NAS Atsugi, and she was put in charge of all the "hostile detention" accounts.
Ax. You ought to write for Snoopy.