After reading tales such as this one all I can say is that my soul revolts against the kind of abuse meted out against military recruits of all kinds, in this case teen-aged naval recruits. The idea of having to climb a 142-ft mast is something I don’t even want to think of. The randomness that matched a slender boy with a burly heavily-muscled brute as a boxing partner, fairness never enters the equation. Mess call was the only truly positive part of this recruit’s day. Once more I repeat that military discipline and me are polar opposites. The book could use some editing but it does follow its own logic, Naval Logic it seems.
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