1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (10/11/2015 2:53:07 AM)
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Dec 13th Kuching Cruiser Boise cuts through the clear seas at full power. Mere words But to see the picture Creaming bow, guns pointing, no straining ahead, blackened already, quivering, as if in anticipation The bridge, crowded with helmeted men, every single one it seems with a set of glasses raised , staring ahead Funnels, the grey haze of boilers steaming beyond the limits streaming behind. The great rooster tail.......the great wake , a line of boiling water, due west, with out variation, with out waver. Dawn is breaking That quiet cool time before the sun begins to blaze Boise steams. Steams hard Her battle flag streams, tattered And on her bridge wing, still almost wet, her first battle star. There will be a need for more.............. She turns a little to port, straightens again Destroyer Scout slides down her starboard flank, her decks almost awash, her fires hissing as the sea wallows her up. There is time, a little, to cheer, before resuming the chase The two remaining british destroyers, Thanet, Thragan, are fighting for their very lives, the enemy vague upon the horizon, flashes of fire in the early morning mist CL Isuzu.......3 destroyers. The quivering guns swing, swing, rise, fall, steady Boise belches fire, rapid fire, rapid death, rapid destruction The enemy reel away, utterly defeated, burning. Boise's ammunition is now done The sun rises, the mist clears, the horizon leaps ever further away. It flashes, flashes....heavy cruisers, multiple ships. A single shell pierces Boices side, she shudders, steams on, speeds on, and on, too safety... Cruiser Boise. How long before all of Japans sailors hear of THIS ship, and shudder??
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