A U.S. Naval Academy midshipman endures legendary tongue lashings and banishment to a broom closet from the Father of the Nuclear Navy.
The time was about 1900, after a series of very long days. Like the others, this day was filled with tests and interviews, hours of mental intensity interrupted by hours of mind-numbing boredom. I was a first-class midshipman at the U.S. Naval Academy, and this was the singular event that would determine the course of my professional life.
