7:00 P.M. 12.5 hours on the job. I am tired and want to go home.

All learning aid material related to nuclear power is confidential and must be secured with a padlock in my personal locker. I go there.

My locker is approximately 12″ x 12″ x 12″.

I am around 6′2″ tall.

My locker happens to be the one on the very bottom about .5″ off the floor.

Cursing occurs.

7:03 P.M.

Three separate attempts made to open the lock with the exact same combination that has worked for 6 weeks. No dice.

More swearing ensues.

7:04 P.M.

Ask fellow sailor to attempt opening my lock. No such luck.

Confusion and vituperation follow.

7:05 P.M. Clock is ticking; anger is building. Five separate attempts have been made between two individuals to open the lock. All attempts fail; outlook not so good.

7:06 P.M. I kick the locker with my right foot. Lock falls to the ground, door swings open, small dent made.

7:06:13 P.M. Faith in government security declines. Small chuckle to self.

7:07 P.M. “Good enough for government work,” I think to myself as I leave for the night.

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