Samuel L. Gravley Jr. joined the Navy on December 8, 1941. He did so because the Army would not take a young black male who just graduated from High School in Virginia. It is the story of his rise from a Fireman Recruit (he wanted to be a machinist mate, to his transition to the Officers Corps as a Reservist, to the regular Navy and his rise to the rank of Vice-Admiral.
Granted, to be the first black Admiral in the Navy, he had to be in the right place, at the right time and had to know the right people. He did so not because he was black, but because he tried to do the best job to whatever task he was assigned to, whether as a young Ensign on a sub-chaser,or Commandant of the 3rd Fleet. For the most part he learned from correspondence courses and by paying attention to what was going on around him, asking questions and doing as he was told.
The book is great, the story inspiring, and the "Afterword" by his wife, Alma, was a touching tribute to his memory. I especially enjoyed his tour on a DGL in Vietnam because he referred to the USS Constellation (my ship) once or twice.
Zulu Bravo