Liberty is something that all sailors are familiar with; "dungaree liberty" they may not be. It isn't often used and in today's modern times it isn't much needed. But, sometimes in the past it was used as a very rapid, valuable and effective way to "clean up" a liberty port. Local toughs and troublemakers who preyed on the poor unsuspecting men in navy blue were subdued by sailors who dressed in their dungarees and took the fight to the backstreets, alleys and entertainment spots where the locals had made the fleet unwelcome by making it unsafe for them. When young Torpedoman's Mate Tom...

The Kasbah in Algiers. Dark and mysterious, a sinkhole teeming with the dregs of humanity; noisy, desperate and dangerous-looking men, and a few veiled women. Thieves, murderers, ruffians, men who trafficked in everything from hashish to human beings were everywhere. For a few dinars you could find someone who could make anything disappear forever. The American Embassy's briefing officers had specifically warned the sailors of the battle group against coming here. Nothing good could come of visiting the place. It was the last place that a pretty American woman sailor should go ... unless she...

When Midshipman Samantha Wilson stepped out of the taxicab and took her first steps at Annapolis she had butterflies in her tummy and goosebumps on her arms. This was the culmination of her hard work and preparation. She was about to embark on the adventure of her life and she just hoped that she could handle it all. She worried that the men who had sent here would be let down if she didn't give the Naval Academy her best performance. She had come from the Fleet and her performance there had been what had got her ticket punched to come here. She'd caught some breaks along the way of course,...