And so far as the young lieutenant commander could remember, he'd never been wrong.

He was looking at himself, years ago, only a lieutenant commander then.

The lieutenant commander and his wife came out to meet them.

He left the service in 1947 as a lieutenant commander.

He looked up into the face of a lieutenant commander.

This was, the lieutenant commander knew, the end of the line.

It was a question the lieutenant commander could never ask, of course, much as he might like to.

This was not really what the lieutenant commander wanted at all.

Down at the far end, a lieutenant commander raised her hand.

He had been told that the lieutenant commander wanted to see him immediately.