Reflections of a Blackshoe by VAdm Harold Koenig, USN
I like the Navy.
I like standing on the bridge wing at sunrise with salt
spray in my face and clean ocean winds whipping in from the four
quarters of the globe -the ship beneath me feeling like a living thing
as her engines drive her through the sea.
I like the sounds of the Navy - the pierc ing trill of the
boatswains pipe, the syncopated clangor of the ship's bell on… Continue