Here's the first chapter for y'all. It's a little short I know, I'm working on the second. Leave a comment follow etc. Thank you!!!

I was never the toughest kid around. I was a mean little sucker. But in a good way. I was taught by my parents that I was to never pick on someone weaker than I and to stand for what is right. I was well known for standing up for the littler kids. Well throughout my childhood I must've stopped numerous bullies.

I don't know why I joined the Navy. Maybe I didn't like the Nazis thinking they were above everyone else. Maybe I missed fighting. I don't know, and probably never will. Which brings me to my current state. A few months before, I was chosen as the commanding officer of the USS Seawolf. The finest S-class submarine in the U.S. Navy. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read my orders. My own submarine. I was one of the 61 men to be chosen to command this class. You can guess what I did... show off to all my friends, family, went to the bar proclaimed loudly my importance. Blah blah blah. You get the idea.

I entered the Navy as an officer. I wanted to command. It looked like fun. So I figured I'd try it. I love my job. I'm working with the finest men in the U.S. Navy. I have 3 other officers with me. Claude Covington, Robert Madsten, as well as Charles Nelson. All outstanding men. Great leaders. I'm proud to have them in my crew.

On a submarine, there is very, very little space. There were only half the required bunks because with where we are, we have to be watchful. One sleeping watchman could kill us all. We mainly travel above water, because the batteries take awhile to charge and underwater drains them fast. Now it's time to tell you about when I first received my orders as CO...