I am barely able to open one eye but make out Lynn standing over me. “Jack, wake up,” she says. “I had better be on fire,” I say hearing my voice as if at a distance. “Come on, Jack, wake up,” she says again. “I don’t really want to do that just now,” I answer. “Okay, Jack, you’re on fire,” Lynn says. “Fine, just roll me over then,” I say but my mind has now caught up to my barely open eye. “What time is it?” “Time for you to get up. You’re going to want to hear this,” she says. “No, I’m actually not,” I say but rise to a sitting position anyway. “Okay, what is it?” “There’s someone calling on the radio. Seriously, shake yourself out of it and come downstairs,” Lynn says planting her hands on her hips. I know this is her ‘I’m being serious move’ and does more to wake me than anything else. I ignored that posture once. That will never happen again. I make my way wearily down to the radio. Squelch breaks from the speaker and I hear a voice calling, “This is the USS Santa Fe on UHF guard.
