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PENSACOLA NAVAL AIR STATION
PENSACOLA, FLORIDA
EARLY MORNING
Captain Anthony Worley was a career officer. He lived for the Navy, breathed for the Navy. One glorious day, he might even be called upon to die for the Navy—and he would pay the price willingly, counting it a life well spent.
In the few short months since he’d assumed command from his predecessor, who had passed away peacefully in his sleep like a tenderfoot civilian, Pensacola NAS had flourished under his strict supervision.
He was damned proud of the men and women under his command! Every plane and helicopter that landed safely was a tribute to his leadership; every successful rescue mission was another bright feather in his cap.
His only regret was that mandatory retirement was looming on his personal horizon. He wa
