In the opening moments of one of my favorite “Submarine” shows, there is a depiction of the sinking of a submarine that still to this day, I can not watch. There is a similar scene in the fantastic film “Ice Station Zebra” (based on a true story), which I almost always skip through. Both scenes are integral to the plot lines, but (a) I already know that and (b) there are some things in this world that I do not like to think about. At the top of that list is being aboard a sinking submarine. It’s an unbelievable shitty way to die. And it is at the top of the list of my remaining nightmares, even though I know that I will never go to sea again. The disappearance of the Indonesian Submarine this week is running the traditional course of “A sub is missing,” to “There is still hope,” to “Time is running out” to not quite yet loss of all hope gauntlet that by the end of the weekend will be over. Too much time will have passed and there will be no sign of life or hope of recovery. I hate this particular news cycle, because – as is entirely appropriate – I get asked about it and requested to talk about “what I think might have happened” to cause this loss. I don’t mind bringing honor to me who have died doing what I once did. I hate that we have to do it again. And we will again… Others go down to the sea in ships, ply their trade in mighty waters They have seen the works of the LORD and His wonders of the deep. -Psalms 107:23-24