This story was either written by an author with no grasp of English grammar and punctuation, or it was not edited at all. Perhaps both. The military ranks of army and navy are intermixed and synthesized in a way that indicates that the author did not do much research when undertaking this writing project. The author seems fixated on the matter of height, telling us the height in feet and inches of each new character as he or she is introduced in the first half of the book.
For whatever reason, this story appears to be a mashup of Science Fiction, Ghost Stories and Fantasy. The mixture of genres does not work.
Clearly, Science Fiction should be based on Science, but the excruciating minutiae with which space battles are described in this book is truly mind boggling. The overwhelming barrage of military nomenclature for missiles, torpedoes and lasers, when combined with detailed acceleration rates in both kilometers per-second squared, and in "gees" (gravities) becomes nothing less than mind-numbing.
Chapter Twenty Three begins with the "purple prose" sentence: "It was a dark and stormy summer day ..." To me, those words conjure images of Snoopy of the "Peanuts" comic strip typing away on his typewriter while sitting on his doghouse. Oh my! Either this is the worst book ever written, or the whole thing is a giant joke perpetrated by the author on his readers.