IN THE NAVY, a 1979 disco song performed by the Village People, was an ironic track about young men volunteering for service in the U.S. Navy. The draft was abolished in 1973, and all military positions since then are filled by individuals motivated to serve their country and get paid for education in a classified knowledge. A member of the Village People was portrayed as an American Indian and the Navy inducted members of many tribes into their organization. One branch, that only accepts Navy personnel that volunteers, is the prestigious, more lucrative but dangerous job of a submarine sailor. These stealthy, nuclear ships come in three forms: Attack, Ballistic, and Cruise Missile submarines with a boatload of classified information built into them. The Native American sailors who installed themselves aboard these vessels have been collecting vital data for decades. The memory of what the pale faces did to their people long ago is seared into their souls by the Elders who have passed the stories down. Take heed the wolves who attacked the native women and children while the braves hunted, for now the wolf must die. Being encapsulated under water with high voltage electrical systems, extremely high pressure steam, a deadly reactor, chemical, conventional and nuclear weapons, and valves that if opened at the wrong time could flood the vessel and send her to crush depth in a short time. A lot could go wrong. The 18 Ohio Class submarines have plied the world’s oceans maintaining peace by their mere existence. Aboard the vessels are men dedicated to what they believe in and would be willing to die for their CREEdance. One by one, the Tridents go silent like they were trained to do, but the hushed hulls give off their final locations as the escaping red air explodes violently to the surface. The 2nd threat has been nullified. The confused wolf runs without direction, as the throat constricts with each panicked breath it takes.