HONOR OFF THE GLORY OF RUSSIA CAPE Part One The ship ran hard into the arctic night, beating solidly into each steeply bent swell before being forced up and over, its double steel hull built more for pushing through broken ice than cutting through raging ocean seas....
HONOR OFF THE GLORY Of RUSSIA CAPE Part Two Donald injected the morphine into the muscle of his left thigh, making sure not to hit a vein. It was called skin-popping, and using only muscle penetration he could float like a butterfly instead of passing out and losing...
HONOR OFF THE GLORY Of RUSSIA CAPE Part Three Donald snaked across the deck toward the closed door once more. He felt energized, the pain from his head wound gone, the warm fuzzy glow from the morphine a memory. He was headed straight for the light switch on the...