It wasn't because of previous childhood experiences, it wasn't because she found her job stressful, it was simply because, every single year, she woul... find herself spending Christmas alone. You see, even though she was close with her family, they lived too far away for her to visit them, and her friends were always busy with their own arrangements, so she would always end up with a Christmas dinner for one and a soppy Christmas film.Another lonely Christmas was approaching, and Stephanie was. Scruggs used the hailing funnel to reach them. “WE ARE THE ANGEL’S FLIGHT OUT OF NEW ORLEANS! WHO ARE YOU?”There was no answer, so he tried again with the same hail and got no answer. We were very close when he tried for the third time. This time, he did get an answer—a bullet that hit the deck at his feet! Son of a Bitch! That was a declaration of war if we ever heard one, so Capt. Scruggs turned the battle over to me. At this point, only two men were needed to manage the boat, so I had. I was jerking away and heard a knock on the door… That ruined it for me because I thought she was gonna walk in…“Hey… You want a sandwich?” Carmen asked…“Sure!”I get out of the shower and my mind is distracted and I walk out of the bathroom naked drying myself off… “Oh… My… God...”I look up and Carmen is there in the hallway… I cover up right away and laugh it off saying – “I thought you were downstairs…”She laughs it off too and says – “See ya downstairs”I get dressed and head downstairs. Me. The first was the news of a cruel adolescent prank at the Naval Academy. An unpopular female midshipman found a printout of a black and white picture of Bobbie being raped by Arkan pinned to the pillow on her bed one night. The printout showed the young woman being sodomized by Arkan, her agonized face clearly visible to the viewer. On the back of the picture was the message, "THIS IS HOW YOU'LL END UP SOMEDAY, BITCH." Despite draconian measures by the Academy, the person who put the picture.