 U.S.S. Drowler, Commander Howard W. Gilmore. Gilmore and Drowler, in the memory of the U.S. Submarine Force, the names are inseparable. That is to go. Have a swimming party. The men are starting to smell like Russian exclamation. No bother. I'd like to go for just myself. Professional sailor, a man who knew how to live and how to go four years old, 34 and an 80. Like at Pearl Harbor here, a box, you know, typical normal-sized Navy family. You'll be in charge. They take orders from your ma. Aye, aye, sir. Hello, Isis. You understand that? Mora, Maureen, you listen to your mother, take care of her now. Stand by for a set-up. Let's go. Keep for the time you get back. It'll be nine. After a heavy depth charging, Gilmore battle surfaces for emergency repairs. Up you go, boys. Watch it. That's a family charge. I don't like it up here. 5,000, a 1,000, a 1,000, a 3,000, a 3,000 charge. Very well, then, what do you think? Professional Medal of Honor. Family of the US submarine force, the names are as mentioned either, a gunfire on a roaring sea, a submarine's life threatened, and a voice speaking out of the night, take her down. Take her down.