The Iron Rusts but the Edge Remains Razor Sharp Against the Ignorance of Youth
CHAPTER 1: THE TASTE OF DECK LUBRICANT The grease on the Formica table had the same rancid, industrial tang as the grease on a littoral combat ship three hundred miles off the coast of nowhere. It clung to the small valleys of the faux-wood grain, resisting the yellow rags of the mess attendants. He sat…