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It wasn’t until later on that morning that I saw the door inch open, ever so slightly. Having been ordered to report to the shipyard dispensary, I figured they (meaning the Navy) wanted to examine me, that is, my body, to see if I was physically fit to make a West Pac cruise after my [...] 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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