They serve-----
Here i wait as blue clouds are above and songs of nature in throngs of harmonies vibrantly in hope's calls grow into a crescendo's call, a chorus of awe at its creators hands so filling the springs new year with life and new growth. In the meantime the noises above are not so friendly and groans oft without warning loudly dispel calmer thoughts.
Heavy engines clatter loudly above and distant pump pump sounds soon break into slashes so near as your skin crawls with unknown outcomes and sweat is your constant state of existence. Alarm!!! Alarm!! as voices raise in harsh pitch, bells loudly sing and distant sounds grow louder and you shudder as your horizon becomes dazed and you hold onto anything that is able to support your feeble frame against such terrors. In mercy sometimes you may see a calmer face starring at you a wry grin or some quick wit usually followed by obscenities loudly raised to break sheer agonies as fears grips like a vice imposing its domain. Other times, darkness and smell of diesel and hearing ruptured pipes are your only relief to take your mind captive as your boat becomes a coffin yet your aware of all things.
Life as a sub-mariner is never a choice of a sane man, who would endure thus in sanity's calm yet war is never a sane choice made by rational reasoning as more imposed due to debts unpaid and ideologies opposed amassed at crossroads already proven wrong yet argued vainly.


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) An insight to operational decision covering December 1941 to April 1943 