[Esp/Eng] Concurso TBT una foto una historia un día de esos. Papá a sus 13 años. / TBT contest one photo one story one of those days. Dad at 13 years old.

Hello beautiful TopFiveFamily community! I am delighted to greet you again and join the TBT contest one photo one story one of those days to which every Thursday @lanzjoseg invites us to remember important moments of our lives. This time I want to share a family memory, a picture of my dad when he enlisted in the Venezuelan Navy, as a cabin boy, he was 13 years old. I had always heard that story, that he started at a very young age to work in the navy as a cabin boy, but I had never had the evidence of a photo, but this has happened until recently, when I was searching through my grandmother's things that one of my aunts kept in the apartment that was hers, I found these wonderful treasures, there are photos of my little dad, of my little uncles and this photo, which is a miniature, of when my dad joined the navy, being practically a child; He was there for about 12 years working with the navy, he even lived for a while in England and in Germany, where they were building and arming a destroyer type ship of the navy, called Nueva Esparta, which at that time were the best and most modern ships in the Venezuelan Navy fleet. There my father learned many things, because he loved machines and became a specialist in marine engines, and excelled in a means of propulsion based on boilers. While on board that ship he participated, as a crew member, in the “Porteñazo”, which was an uprising of the naval base in the city of Puerto Cabello, in 1962, against the government of Rómulo Betancourt, he was in favor of the government, which in the end put down the rebellion, it was a historic moment in the naval history of our country, even Dad had a scar on his thigh and once told us that it was a bullet wound that grazed him there and left him wounded.
And it seems like a lie that all this started with this photo, when he was going to enter the navy and they immortalized him with this image, so many stories that Dad told us about what he lived in that stage of his life, so many things that he learned when I recorded those old photographs and those manuscripts and letters, many postcards that he sent to my grandmother, where he told everything that was happening to him, the things I had learned the places I had visited. It was like a reunion with my family history and I hope to repeat it soon.