As promised in the 16 Week Writing Challenge, I will be putting up samples of work I did from the preceding week.
From my memoir in progress, Down Ladder: A Submariner’s Tale.
“Well, Clark, I got one question for you, and you’d better answer honestly, or there will be serious consequences. Understand?”
“Yes, chief,” the ball in my throat popping out my lips.
“Clark” he said, doing that fucking leaning in close shit they must teach somewhere at military intimidation school.
“Are you a fucking Russian spy!”
“No! I swear, I don’t know what that form is. I really have no idea. Honest, chief, I’ve never seen that shit before in my entire life. I swear to Christ, I’ve never seen it before!”
“Is that so?” he said, standing back up straight. “Well, that’s funny shipmate, because your signature is on the bottom of it!”
He flicked the paper to me. It landed on the deck. I picked it up. My signature, unmistakably penned in my own stick-fence handwriting, was signed on the bottom. The date stamp told me I had signed it with PO Krotsky, back when I was enlisting. The rest of the document was, indeed, typed in a foreign language. They thought it was Russian. To me, though, it looked more like a computer made up its own secret language one day, just to curse its human masters.