Chapter 34
1400 Hours
January 20, 1943
Washington Navy Yard
Washington, D.C.
Lieutenant Tim Sullivan looked up from the drawing board in the weapons research center and tried to uncross his eyes. He’d been staring at the technical drawings for the new dual-purpose gun for over two hours.
Tim glanced at his watch. Damn it! I’ve missed lunch again, he realized. I’m too focused these days. When I concentrate on a project, I lose track of everything. Maybe it’s just as well. I’m still not keen on eating in front of other people.
I’ve got to admit that the surgeons have done a great job on my face, Tim thought. Most people won’t notice my wounds. You have to be close and look hard to tell that the Jap anti-aircraft artillery nearly tore off my lips. I wish I had more nerve function. I s
