“Corporal, I want to see Admiral Painter.” “The admiral’s in flag quarters, sir. Do you require escort?” “No, son. I used to command this ship. Come along, Jack.” Ryan got to carry both bags. “Gawd, sir, you actually used to do this for a living?” Ryan asked. “Night carrier landings? Sure, I’ve done a couple of hundred. What’s the big deal?” Davenport seemed surprised at Ryan’s awe. Jack was sure it was an act.
