As promised in the 16 Week Writing Challenge, I will be putting up samples of work I did from the preceding week.
From my memoir in progress, Down Ladder: A Submariner’s Tale.
I’d heard off the Kursk accident as well, which killed all 118 hands on board, but that was Russia’s business — not ours. Somehow, though, I’d never heard of these total tragedies from the past. I simply can’t imagine the impact losing a submarine today would have on the national conscious. When the Thresher went down, it was big fucking news. The nation mourned. President Kennedy made a statement. The national ensign was ordered at half-mast for three full days.
The truth was, from triumphs to tragedies, you couldn’t get away from U.S. Submarine Force history on base. Most of the roads are named after WWII era submarines that went down in battle, or others that were lost at sea. In fact, each street marker lists how many hands were lost when she went down. You see their sacrifice at every turn, and every intersection.
That’s reverence, America. True reverence. Get it?