Faith of My Fathers Page #2

At 300 feet below the surface,

we turned off all auxiliary engines...

to minimize the noise

while the destroyer circled above us.

The temperature hit 120, humidity was 100%.

We stayed there for 18 hours.

We were pretty much inhaling

our own breath...

when I gave the crew a choice:

Surface and fight,

or surface the sub and scuttle her.

- What did you do?

- It was unanimous. Fight.

- So what happened?

- Well, I'm here, aren't I?

- The destroyer. Where was the destroyer?

- About 3,000 feet from us...

going in the opposite direction.

Yeah, I figured if we'd started our ascent

five minutes earlier...

we'd have bumped right into its hull.

- You never told me that story before.

- It wasn't your first day at Annapolis before.

- You scared?

- No.

Yes, you are. Everybody is.

And you should be.

This place is no vacation.

And you've got a lot to live up to.

Both me and your grandfather

were close to last in academics...

and first in demerits.

You and Slew did okay since.

- I guess we fooled them?

- Yeah.

- You think I'm gonna like this place?

- You're not supposed to like it.

Sir, Midshipman Second Class Witt.

May I be of assistance, sir?

Thank you, Witt.

I'll leave my son in your capable hands.

Aye, aye, sir.

It's all about character, son.

That's what it's always been about

in the end.

You didn't think I was gonna unpack it, too,

did you, plebe?

Do you think you do as you please here?

Do you not know

your bombs kill our families?

You do not hear the screams of them

above the clouds.

This is my prison and you will pay

for your crimes just like all the others.

When I ask, you will do as I say!

Who's the officer of the watch? Sound off!

I said, who is the officer of the watch?

The officer of the watch is Cmdr. Burns,

Company B, Midshipman Witt.

- The proper address is "sir. "

- Sir!

What's the mission of the Academy?

Sir, the mission of the Academy is...

to develop midshipmen mentally,

physically, and morally...

and to imbue them

with the highest ideals of duty, honor...

Next Army-Navy game?

Sir, the next Army-Navy game

is in precisely 112 days, sir!

Precisely 111, dummy.

What's the next meal?

Sir, to the best of my knowledge,

the next meal is tuna salad sandwiches...

pickled buffalo chips,

milk with lemon wedges...

and a yummy slice

of Lady Witt layer cake, sir.

You think you can talk to me like that?

You think

your daddy's gonna cover your ass in here?

Sir, I don't need him to, sir.

- You're lower than whale crap, McCain.

- Sir! I love the ocean, sir.

- Stop and drop, McCain!

- Happy to oblige, sir!

One, sir.

Two, sir. Three, sir. Four, sir.

Good morning to the Marine Fifth Division

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