After two weeks of debilitating battle on foreign shores, a damaged, and listing Wolfpack managed to steam to safe harbor this week. However, actual safety is relative, and can only be ascertained after close introspection of the inflicted machinery, and more importantly, crew collective psyche.
Shell shock, or PTSD, is real, and I must confess, from the brass on down, the specter of the disorder may very well be present. Regardless, repairs must be made…and quickly.
The coming, invading, force from BC is not nearly as formidable as the most recents, but if the ship isn’t righted, it could soon sink before our very eyes. Forget the next wave to follow. This one, this one right here, has the potential to cripple the boat from stem to stern. Or…
The Wolfpack cannon blows BC cleanly, and precisely, out of the water, at least demonstrating, for the time being, the shipyard millwrights and doctors did some pretty sound work. If Saturday goes that way, and it can/should, then I’d have no shame in resurrecting this American hero, and his famous words:
“I’ll see your eight, Mr. Monies, sirs, and I’ll raise you nine. “
