Chapter 9
NAS Jacksonville, FL
WEARING HIS UNIFORM for the first time in nearly a month, Chris drove to NAS Jax Monday morning and located the office of his new commanding officer, Lt. Scooter Cobb, MD. Lt. Cobb was close to six feet tall, rail thin, and had red hair. When the usual formalities were over, Lt. Cobb instructed Chris to have a seat.
“We don’t stand on formality around here, Chris,” Dr. Cobb said. “All those formalities tend to get in the way of proper patient care.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Before we get down to business, do you need housing?”
“No, Sir. I’ve rented a small house,” Chris said.
“Is it nearby?”
“Yes, Sir, it’s in the Murray Hill neighborhood, maybe five, six miles up Roosevelt Boulevard from here.”
“Not that you’re not entitled, but I have to say that a house is ki
