Peacetime

On a Navy ship, there's nowhere to run. Especially from your own crew.

The Vietnam War is over, and the USS Mackinaw is bound for a six-month Mediterranean deployment. For the more than two hundred men aboard, peacetime means long watches, rough seas, endless work, and the promise of trouble in foreign ports. For the ship's twenty-three-year-old hospital corpsman, known to everyone as Doc, it means tending to whatever-and whoever-comes through the sickbay door. There is no doctor aboard, and...