How does the writer feel about war
Than a rolling little subchaser out of nowhere took on a dim shape alongside us and with it's motors held itself steady about thirty yards away. We could not see the speaker but the magaphoned voice came loud across the water telling us of a motor breakdown in one of the troops carrying barges farther back. We megaphone advice back to him. His response returned to us out of the darkness the voice was youthful. I could picture a youngster of a skipper out there with his blown hair and his life jacket and his binoculars, rolling to the sea in the Mediterranean dusk. Some young man who shortly before had perhaps been unaware of any sea at all and then there he was a strange man in command of his ship, suddenly a person with acute responsibility carrying out with great intent ness his special small part of the enormous aggregate that is our war on all our lands and seas of the globe. In his unnatural presence there in the heaving darkness of the Mediterranean, I realized vividly how everybody in America had changed, how every life had suddenly stopped begun again and again Onassis different course. Everything in this world had stopped except war and we were all men of a new profession out in a strange night caring for each other.
Hearing the voices of the subchaser's captain caused the writer to think about
(1) his own youth back in the United States
(2) his responsibilities to the men on his ship
(3) the invasion that was about to begin
(4) how very dangerous their situation was
(5) how the war had changed everyone's life