The Victory, Part Two

Though the life and the lifetime expectations of a Navy man were, quite literally, worlds away from those of a Guard officer, the two men had bonded during the mission tour, and had both gained insight into operational worlds quite alien from their own. Nearby were two of the ship’s crew personnel, deck ratings. The overseer’s three man work crew, lugging their equipment panniers and bulky in their yellow overalls, stood sheepishly behind their boss. On his fifth or sixth visit, he finally realised why he liked the liquor-house on Hainehill Street.