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USS Parche (SSN-683)
Topic Started: Jul 25 2008, 10:46 AM (81 Views)
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Lucius Gearhart returned home to his temporary quarters on base after a 3 hour meeting with the commander...Master and commander of the ship that was going to be making sure the Parche wasn't destroyed, the USS Narwahl.

He started into his rustic kitchen to wash his hands and prepare a dinner for one. It was already past 8 o'clock local time and he hadn't eaten since earlier in the day. The pans and post shuffled, the glow of the single light bulb over the table shining off of each of the stainless steel sides. He began to pull things from the refrigerator against wall. Father Hubbard's cupboards were bare. Nothing but Rice-a-Roni and the final slab of London Broil. The heat was turned, the gas was ignited. His mind was running. Wondering what the next day would hold for Parche.

His eyes caught a glimpse of the cabinet filled with photographs of a life past by. At 19 he joined the navy, now at 46, he was commanding a special operation boat. The navy had become his home, but Alicia didn't understand that. Everything was there. All of the components of an amazing relationship. Love, heartfelt hellos and good byes, each time, her non-questioning of what he was doing, where he was going, the rift growing.

He clicked on the record player in the den and the speakers. He had just picked up the new album by The Police while he was off base in here in New London. In and out. The tireless restocking of supplies, and right back out. The songs beat seemed to almost mimic the sizzling of London Broil in the pan. He proceeded to walk around in a trance of music. Something inside of him was triggered when Commander Branch told him while he was leaving...

"Why don't you just calm down. I'll handle the screening and you'll handle the diving and holding steady on the bottom alright? We'll be real smooth, like we're trying to pick up some ladies"

...It made him hurt inside...Alicia...and the kids back in San Francisco, living off of who knows what. He didn't even try and justify his actions of that night. He knew what he did. He knew he had to put her in her place, but did he have to do it front of his kids? In front of them in broad daylight? No...There was a better place and he knew it. He allowed himself to slump down, alongside of the old oven. He'd been in New London for 3-4 days now. Bare refrigerator in his temporary quarters was a little fitting. Actually, completely fitting seeing as though he was an empty man since the divorce. Taking chance he never used to. All of these foolish mistakes...Where would it end.

He continued to sit for an hour while the broil burned and the rice shriveled. He went to bed hungry the night before seeing the dawn for the last time. He almost forgot to turn off the oven.




USS Parche (SSN-683) - Currently restocking her supply of food. Will be leaving New London tomorrow afternoon around 1300 hours

USS Narwhal (SSN-671) - Prepped for launch. Will be leaving port at 1200 hours
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