Phone Call to Bobbie Bootcamp seemed like eternity. It was December 25, 1996 Christmas day. There I was in the US Navy’s bootcamp standing in line with my division waiting to enter the galley. Why I had chosen to be in Great Lakes in the of dead winter I will never know. More than anything I wanted to hear my girlfriend Bobbies voice on the other side of the barbed wire fence. It had been four weeks since I had made contact with the outside world. I might as well have been in Siberia. It was just as isolated and just as cold. The temperature was 12 degrees below and snow was slowly growing o