It appears the US psyOps division is busy writing stories for people in Toronto.
This story is so flowery and bull-embellished I don’t know where to start.
Yet, if false, it is another noble lie. I get that diving into unknown waters is dangerous. I myself hit the bottom of an unmarked hotel swimming pool and nearly killed a tooth.
Who says 220;left her coordinates”? Isn’t this a military term? Don’t us lowly civilians just say left our contact information, or phone number?
For his 21st birthday, on Dec. 28, father and son were set to travel to Antarctica with tuxedos and martinis, planning to make a toast with the penguins. Rob said he might still do that trip one day, but not any time soon.
Heier, who had left her coordinates with St. Michael’s, hoping to learn the status of Frenette’s condition, was contacted by his family. She visited them at the hospital the weekend their son and brother died. They thanked her profusely for her efforts.
Of course, the obligatory “smile” reference:
We will all miss his smile, his laughter, his talents and his energy! –
Apparently he’s not that missed – not one comment in the past 11 days! C’mon psyOp writers – better backstopping of stories please!
Oh, and here’s the bridge, (note all the masonic statistics of it) since none of the writers bothered to show it. My guess is the water is probably fairly shallow … but wouldn’t a lifeguard, as this person is said to have been, have at least gone feet first?
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