Stand and Fight
By Feral Sephrian
Chas sat on his bunk aboard the Naval landing craft repair ship, ARL-48 Arcas. A journal rested on his pillow as he scribbled that day’s entry onto one of the last pages. He was relieved that their ship was scheduled to dock in Toulon within the next few hours. Of course, he was always glad to be in Toulon. It sure beat being over in Vietnam. Chas had received letters from home saying some of his classmates and cousins had been drafted into service. It made him glad that the seven years he had spent in the Navy since graduating high school meant he was allowed to remain stationed in the Mediterranean, and that all his siblings were girls.
Still, it wasn’t as though life on the Arcas was a pleasure cruise. Chas and his crewmates had to constantly be on a
