Example in this ebook CHAPTER ONE - FAREWELL TO THE PLYMOUTH The launch purred smoothly across the calm waters of the harbor, making for the Navy Yard pier. Their feet braced against the slow roll of the boat, two young men stood looking at the huge gray ship they had just left. aIam beginning to have my doubts, a Scoot Bailey said almost to himself. aSame here, a the other replied. March Anson was shorter than his friend, but more solidly and compactly built. His gray-blue eyes were steady and cool, matching the set of his jaw, but the crinkling lines at their corners showed that this apparently serious young man spent a good deal of time smiling or laughing. aShe was a swell ship, a Scoot said sadly. aWas!a exclaimed March. aShe still is! Just because Bailey and Anson have left her, donat you think she can carry on any longer?a A slow smile spread over his face as he turned to look at his friend. But Scoot was serious. aOh, sure, March, a he replied. aBut sheas out of our lives now. Sheas past tense for us. Andawell, sheas been just about everything to us for a year nowahome, mother, and sweetheart!a aI know what you mean, a March said. aAnd itas natural for us to wonder if weave done the right thing in being transferred. Right now weare looking at what weare leaving. In another ten minutes weall be concentrating on what weare going to!a Scoot Bailey turned around and sat down. aIam going to start right now, a he grinned. aNo use getting sentimental about the old Plymouth at this point. Iam going to start thinking about the Lexington or the Shangri-La or whatever aircraft carrier Iall be on in a few months.a aGood idea, a March agreed, sitting beside the tall and gangling young man who now stared ahead at the Navy Yard. aBut thatas one trouble right now, Scoot. Neither one of us knows exactly where heall be. If you knew exactly what ship youad be attached to, you could make your thoughts more specific. When you get there, you know youall love her just as much as youave loved the Plymouthamore, in fact, because youall be flying at last!a aYes, I know, but what about you?a Scoot asked. aI still canat figure out why you want to be a pigboat man. And what can you dream about now as you look into the future? The name of some fish, thatas all.a aSure, subs are named after fish, a March replied. aAnd they have some swell names, tooathe Barracuda, the Dolphin, the Spearfish, the Amberjack!a aYes, they sound all right, a Scoot grinned. aBut what if youare assigned to the Cod or the Herring or the Shad? No, I canat figure out what you see in those stuffy, cramped, oversized bathtubs!a This light-hearted argument had been going on ever since March Anson and Scoot Bailey had been in the Navy together. Neither one minded the jibes of the other, but the dispute as to the respective merits of air and underwater craft never ended. aCozy and snug, a March said stoutly, athatas what subs are! Not cramped and stuffy! Whyatheyare all air-conditioned now!a aMaybe so, a Scoot said, shaking his head, abut no air-conditioning can match the clear blue sky a couple of miles up there where Iall be flying! Boyawhat a chance! Just what Iave always wanted!a Their departure from the cruiser Plymouth was forgotten now as they thought of their futures. Only one aspect of that future was rarely mentioned by either of them, and they tried not to think too much about it. In their new activities they would not be togetherathese two who had been inseparable friends for so many long years. They had met in the first year of high school, back in that small Ohio city which now, during war, seemed so many miles and so many years away. Scoot had lived in Hampton all his life, but March had just moved there from the farm which his mother had sold when his father died. A widow with a son only thirteen years old could not run a 160-acre farm, she had decided, not if her son was to get the education she had determined he would have. To be continueaMight be, a Mac said. March knew that if ... It was near the surface, far away, and it was not like a depth charge. ... It had run submerged so long that its batteries were almost dead. But as ... aI wona#39;t say another word against pigboats, a he said.
|Title||:||March Anson and Scoot Bailey of the U.S. Navy (Illustrations)|
|Publisher||:||WHITMAN PUBLISHING COMPANY - 2015-03-30|