Marlow was the man . . . His shipmates knew him from days in the Fleet, deploying in harm's way to defend his nation's interests and kick the ass of anyone who happened to try to interfere with the lawful exercise of power. Sometimes that involved hunting sleek black ballistic missile-toting submarines in the norther operating and eastern Pacific patrol areas. Those were games involving action above, below and atop the waves fed by information on orbit. Exciting times in Makalapa ...