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Destiny
Destiny
Destiny
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Destiny by Ronald Rucker
Destiny is the story of Charles and how he became a hero while in the US Navy.
Leaving family and friends in Florida, Charles travels the world and finds himself along the way as well as true love in Spain.
From prostitutes and bars to “Smoker” boxing matches and specialized training, he enjoyed the experience of Navy life.
When faced with the truest test of courage, Charles makes the only decision an honorable man can make.
In Beirut, Charles and his team of peacekeepers are sent to thwart a Shiite Moslem terrorist’s plot of attaching a prototype nuclear warhead stolen from China to the hull of the battleship New Jersey, timed to detonate once the ship is strategically re-positioned in the center of the encroaching American fleet.
The book takes you there.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateApr 24, 2014
ISBN9781933061009
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    Ronald Rucker needs to work on his narrative. A lot of things happen but there is no flow. Charlie doesn't come alive for me. He says he loves Caroline, but I didn't feel it. The ending was predictable.

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Destiny - Ronald Rucker

adventure.

Chapter Two

On their way to Orlando, two other recruits were picked up at their homes. Arriving at the recruit training command around noon, the guard waved them through with a subtle smile, knowing that it was going to be their first day at boot camp.

The group was dropped off in front of the administration building to get all the paperwork together and begin taking their physicals. Most of that day was spent standing around in their underwear, following the white line on the floor, then the red line, then the green line and so on.

They completed their physicals around eight o’clock that evening then were escorted to the open bay barracks.

The man who was indoctrinating them was a third class Petty Officer, whose rank was indicated by the crow insignia and single chevron beneath, on the left shoulder of his utility shirtsleeve. At the time, the Petty Officer seemed to be of high rank because the recruits—or ‘Boots’—were at their first enlisted rate of E-one and he was an E-four.

Bunk beds were scattered about in all different directions, filling the room. Take any open rack for tonight. Tomorrow, you will be assigned to a company and receive your first issue of uniforms, he instructed upon entering the building.

The showers are in the head—over there, the Petty Officer told them, while pointing to a door at the far end of the room. When you enter the shower area, use the soap from the dispenser next to the water valve, take a folded towel from out of the hamper and when you’re finished, throw it into the empty hamper.

You all get a good night’s sleep. You’re going to need it for tomorrow. After uttering those last few words, he walked out the door and left them for the remainder of that night. Charles sat down on one of the bottom racks, took off his pants and rolled them up, then stuffed it under his pillow. Lying down, he pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes, but got only bits of sporadic rest.

In that compartment the lights stayed on all night and the many people were restlessly moving around and conversing, making it difficult get any sleep. At 4:30am sharp the next morning, they were awakened by the loud noise of a metal garbage can being knocked over, then kicked again forcefully across the barracks floor and smashing against the wall.

Gentlemen! Out of your racks, pop tall and muster over here! one of their Company Commanders by the name of Petty Officer Jones yelled at the top of his lungs. At the back of the barracks there was one man still lying down in the bottom rack, seemingly unaffected by the command. He rolled over facing his back to them, as if annoyed by the commotion.

Petty Officer Jones was a hyperactive, black man that seemed like he lived on a strict diet of coffee and sugar. Jones took offense to this act and quickly strode directly over to his rack to confront him. The rest of the recruits gathered together up front as they were instructed by Senior Chief Petty Officer Gerald, the other Company Commander. Finding it difficult to resist paying attention to what was going on at the back of the barracks, many of them looked over. Jones squatted down beside the rack of the man laying down and moved his face near his upturned

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