By Michelle Pichette
Lee Crane stepped into the Radio Room of the Seaview only to be greeted with the sight of an exhausted Communications Officer. “How you holding up, Sparks?” he asked with genuine concern, knowing that the man had been hard at it all day.
Lee nodded, but knew he’d be
tired himself if he’d had to keep up the pace that
“Thank you for keeping everything organized and everyone from getting out of hand,” Lee told him.
“Oh, that’s okay, sir. It’s not like it wasn’t expected,”
Lee grinned a little and nodded at the man’s vanishing back, than sat at the radio to make his own communication. It would be the last in a long line of them as the day drew to a close. A soft voice buzzed over the headset he had pressed to one ear, drawing him back to the matter at hand. “Hi Mom. Happy Mother’s Day,” Lee said into the mike, glad that the Admiral allowed these calls.
Happy Mother’s Day