“We were on our way to Ford Island. Since our last off-crew, the Navy had instituted a change to the bi-weekly muster. We had to physically report for roll call instead of just phoning in our status. While we were traveling along the Kamehameha Highway, I found our surroundings engrossing. It was a beautiful Hawaiian morning. The early morning sun was barely cresting the Koolua Mountains. A faint full moon hung like an aberration in the daylit sky. Palm trees along the thoroughfare cast long... shadows across the road. Dewdrops adorned the grass and glistened in the solar rays. Pearl Harbor’s wavelets sparkled and shimmered. The sun was the common thread of all the factors fixating me. I sighed when comparing my current situation with living in a submerged submarine. The prestige of belonging to the elite world of submariners did not negate how much I missed direct contact with the natural elements. After my discharge from the Navy, the sun would become a daily companion.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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