The Deepest Love...
My paternal grandfather, C. A. Baltimore, was amongst the elite class of forefront Belgian deep-sea divers in the early 1920s. A World War I Commercial Naval Diver that was trained in military bomb disposal. Otherwise known as an Ammunition Technician with core knowledge on how to safely neutralize munition planted deep within the sea beds often aimed to obliterate submarines and naval fleet. Though fascinated with such an underwater odyssey, it’s a running family rumor that he refused to wear the outlandishly heavy standard diving dress that was customary in that era, if he could avoid the custom. As much as he enjoyed the demands of his underwater duties with the Navy…he always had his heart set on being a free diver. He had awesome lung capacity and could hold his breath for up to 30 minutes without underwater apparatus while diving as deep as 150 feet in some of the coldest waters and that was his claim to fame.
