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Over the next thirty days, I was made to perform the most inane work imaginable, tasks strictly meant to be punitive. Many an evening was I forced to scrub oily decks down in the bilges, on my hands and knees, with an old brush and can of scouring powder. Or worse yet, was I made [...] After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the stateroom suddenly burst open. In walked an older officer, whom I had never seen before. A hefty though fleshy gentleman, he introduced himself as the ship’s Chaplain. “What’s your name, son?“ he asked reassuringly. “Drury, Sir,“ I responded as I wondered what tack he’d take. [...] To make matters worse, a day or so later, I received a very disheartening letter from Mary. I had begun to wonder about her after her letters had grown fewer in number and farther apart, which wouldn’t have bothered me so much if she hadn’t been the only consistent relationship in my life at the [...] As he fell silent, I grew uneasy. What could I add to such an eloquent discourse? Besides feeling intimidated by his intellectual acumen, I was embarrassed that I had never given such thought to my situation. How could I? I was too wrapped up in my self, to have time to think about anything or [...] In many ways, I was just like the other guys on the ship, for I was still too much into the habit of putting down my feelings—a pattern of behavior I’d acquired from my stepdad who, in turn, had acquired it from the temple priests of the Great Gray Mother. And like the others, I [...] |
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