Hey! Soooooooo... I'm back with a preview of my first multi-chapter story. It's most likely going to be forgotten by me but in case I don't forget from the mix of school starting back up, anxiety and depression, getting a 1k+ per chapter will NOT be easy. At all.
NOW with that out of the way please enjoy this poem I wrote up at 1 in the morning YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY- now sleep *doesn't sleep until 2 or something near that*
PS: Try and guess which navy's perspective I'm looking through.
They went to war with a tin can navy
To guard bulky convoys, that sure were heavy
Obsolete ships and PT boats
Was all they had to keep afloat
From the West of the Atlantic Sea
Came the Krauts, bastards thee!
Their U-Boats ripped our boats to shreds
Yet on our admirals shoulders was a stubborn head
The cries for help from Europe, so far!
Came the help so needed from afar
Broken, beat by the kreigsmarine
They decided that the Germans were just plain mean!
In December '41, came the Americans from their ports
"Welcome to the meat grinder" said our captains with a snort
Full of energy in the bars and on the streets
Short years ago we stood there with our own two feet
The war waged, technology changed
Suddenly we could see them, as our weapons exchanged
On came legends, both flesh and steel
The wolf packs sank, our pain they now feel
The shouts of joy could be heard far and wide
Across the Atlantic, coast to coast, worldwide
The war was over, Europe was free
But they didn't walk away completely scot-free
Even years to come, as I walk away from the sea
I know the Queens of the convoy, watch over me...
(Anonymous)
It wouldn't be for another 80 years until these nearly forgotten ships would be needed again.
And this time the threat would be much larger than any of them could imagine...