My grandfather enlisted in the Navy at the beginning of World War II.
At the time, he figured that it was inevitable he would get drafted and if he enlisted he could at least pick his branch of service.
He picked the Navy, thinking that he would be farther away from the front lines.
He was newly married, a baby on the way.
He wanted to survive.
The finishing touches went on the house he built for my grandmother the night before he shipped out. He built it himself nail by nail. She and the baby never slept a night in that house, moving in with her mother instead.
Stationed in the Pacific, he quickly realized it was not what he had bargained for:
“The problem was that I could not dig a fox hole in a steel deck…”
So, for everyone who has ever faced fear in the Navy…