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For one thing, my great grandfather had been a gunner’s mate in the Union Navy. For another, when I was growing up in Brooklyn my father used to take me rowboating in Prospect Park. Then, when I was in seventh grade I learned how to do the hornpipe. Also, I had crewed for some of my friends who owned sailboats. Finally, I knew how to swim.
All this told me that I was destined for a naval career.