The submarine’s commanding officer gave the order to “Dive, Dive, Dive!” so I pushed the yoke forward and began working levers, flipping switches and turning knobs. The captain, now peering through the periscope, yelled excitedly, “Watch out for the whale!” I turned the rudder hard, missing the giant creature by inches. “That was close,” the captain said. “We almost had whale guts splattered all over our windshield.” Marshall Hudson’s grand…
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