Captive Honor

Captive HonorWhen he Awoke before dawn in his small room aboard the U.S.S. Oriskany, Al Stafford was having trouble breathing. He lay in his bunk for a few minutes, with his eyes open, telling himself that it was all right, that the tear that gripped him like a fist was nothing to worry about.Stafford's sensation was the old feeling that comes to men in combat: the feeling that this would be the day, the feeling that your number was up. There was no specific reason to account for his dread. But...