He'd spent his entire career
in missile boats, so often tracking contacts which his submarine would ma-
neuver to avoid, even though the boomer fleet prided itself on having the
best torpedomen in the fleet! He saw suddenly, in his mind's eye, long, quiet weeks beyond the snow-covered mountain, in the backlands of the world, where he would move to a rhythm of night and day, wind, snow and silence he had come to love.