The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.
Petty Officer, Kyle Corbett sat at an empty table near the back of the mess hall and adjusted the collar on his blue and white uniform. “We’re about to go under,” he said to himself. He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. “This is what you trained for.” he said, but already he could feel the claustrophobia mounting around him. He felt the pressure, as if someone had their index and middle fingers on his temples and pushed inward, compressing his skull until it punctured his brain.
The voice of his father, the admiral, pounded at his eardrum. “Be a man. Marry a white girl. The Navy will beat that nigga-loving faggot out of you.”
“You should be at your post,” said Chief Petty Officer, Diana Knox, her blond hair wrapped in a bun underneath her hat.
“Yes, ma’am.” He stood erect and saluted her.
word count: 149
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