Chapter 29
Once again alone in his office, Sullivan was thinking about his immanent return to active Naval duty. This whole mess, they were in the middle of, made him want a cigarette. He hadn't smoked since his active duty days aboard the USS The Sullivans. Those long duty nights on the ships bridge he smoked and drank black coffee in excess. Trips across the Atlantic seemed endless...he rarely found it exhilarating as some of his shipmates did. He had always preferred solid earth under his feet. There were parts of his Navy experience that he wouldn't trade, but those long nights at the helm were not the best of memories, not the worst either. There was one of his fellow officers, a Lieutenant, that he had admired who had been promoted to Operations Officer. He often wondered wh
