Torpedoes
The low-pitched pings.
Butt holes shrinking rings.
Men kissing and rubbing posters.
Quietly we crept up and got closer.
Mouths muted, everyone's set and ready.
Patiently, silently, slow and steady.
Our torpedoes loaded; target aligned.
After we had to run, stay hard to find.
Aim taken, decision made, shots fired.
Answering questions to the ones that inquired.
A Cruise ship was sunk, lots of lives lost.
2457 soles that day, that mistake cost.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
"Friendly fire."
Not good.
Well written.
Mistakes can be costly and here in few words this strikes home. Sounds historical but could be metaphorical. Nicely written
You've cracked the fact, and made it real that this happens more frequently in war than many times anyone lets on.
Mistakes can happen and things go awry, but I'm sure it doesn't lessen the remorse or regret when something such as catastrophic as this happens. A fine write from one who knows firsthand the perils of war.
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