“You have them for more than three years, then?” Ramius asked. “Oh, yeah. Hell, otherwise we’d be letting them go right after they’re fully trained, right?” Why couldn’t the Soviet Navy get and retain people like this? Ramius thought. He knew the answer all too well. The Americans fed their men decently, gave them a proper mess room, paid them decently, gave them trust—all the things he had fought twenty years for.
