A drawing of a man with a gun in his hand

The Naval Academy kept Matt on his toes;, but I knew, that he has strength in his supple swimmer physique. Matt wasn't Paul's butcher or muscular athlete, which I eventually became. Matt was in his final year at the Naval Academy. And now, when it was closer to its commissioning, Matt was in a lighter mood, than I've seen him in a few years. Admit, It was still a little strange to see, how Matt and the Naval Academy crew shrink from time to time, as I remembered his shaggy brown brown hair from his youth. But for the time being, he now outwardly looked like a midshipman of the first class, Academy College High School Student, The mischievous spark in his blue eyes told me, that he was still a playful extrovert, which he always has been.