A chief petty officer taught me shorthand, which got me promoted to yeoman first class.
I passed a typing test and became a member of the staff of Rear Adm. Newton.
Another nice thing was that I would type out letters home for the admiral's stewards. They would then feed me the same food the admiral ate.
I received my parents' permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.
Chicago's buoy was a couple of hundred yards astern of Arizona, and I was saddened to look at her.
If it's free, it's advice; if you pay for it, it's counseling; if you can use either one, it's a miracle.