Enlisted Prize Essays 1972
Along with its ships, America seems to have mothballed its emotions—and its national honor. From Bunker Hill through Belleau Wood to Okinawa and Inchon, we met trouble head-on. But, nothing seems worth fighting for anymore, and many have convinced themselves that neither flag nor freedom is worth the life of a single American boy. And, as we rationalize, the Soviet Navy and merchant marine capitalize on their growing maritime strength and on America’s deepening doubts in itself and its future.
It is 1974, and the isolationists’ dream has become a nightmare reality. The Russian Seventh Fleet patrols and exercises off the West coast, while the Soviet Sixth Fleet is on station in the Gulf of Mexico and on the East coast. The American Sixth and Seventh Fleets have been absorbed into the First and Second Fleets of the continental United States. U. S. merchant ships, fishing vessels, and naval units venture to sea past the omnipresent Red warships, which take on the increasingly ominous image of blockaders.