Episode 1

April 27th, 1944

The CLAMOROUS blare of the siren woke me from my rather unrestful sleep. I sat up groggily on my small, rigid bed and looked at the wall-mounted clock. 3:47 AM.

“Anderson, get up, we have an emergency!” My crewmate, Miller screamed from the hallway. I looked over at his distraught face, and realized the seriousness of the situation, I quickly scrambled out of my bed, grabbed my tools, and followed after him. Navigating our way through the thin, metallic corridors, he described the situation.

“CURRENTLY, our storage room is filling up with water,” Miller explained, “We believe we’ve been hit by some sort of mine,” A million thoughts went through my head, and the fact that we were on a SUBMARINE in the middle of the MEDITERRANEAN Sea didn’t make those thoughts better. I heard the barking of orders, presumably those of the Captain’s, further down the vessel. I could also hear the gushing of water. When we reached the site of impact, the situation grew worse: the explosion had set off a reaction, causing a fire in the room. This didn’t help at all, as I had PYROPHOBIA, which was ironic, seeing as I was a repairman. O’Brian, the most GREGARIOUS and light-hearted of our craft, was of course at the one-foot breach, trying his best to TEMPORARILY seal the RUPTURE.

“I could use some help!” He exclaimed as water gushed over him. I realized we had to STRING something together, and fast. Noticing my welding torch used for repair, I had an idea, and ordered Miller to get to the mess hall and get a metal tray. Miller rushed off, and I grabbed the torch. The room was now filled with around a foot of seawater. Miller got back and swiftly I snatched the tray and ordered the others to hold it as tightly as possible to the vessel wall. It took some time, but eventually all four of us were able to secure the tray to the wall around the crack. Quickly and accurately, I began to weld the sides of the tray to the wall. The embers from the flame fell on my arms and legs and started to burn them, but I barely noticed.

After I welded the tray, we all stood there holding it shut until the metal cooled and the breach was sealed. There was a slight bulge in the tray, but it would hold, hopefully. We were exhausted when it was over, but it was GRATIFYING. The Captain, in a tired voice ordered us back to our bunks, and told us we would deal with the water in the morning. I volunteered to stay behind and watch the breach, which he gave me permission to. As the others went back to bed, I welded the tray a bit more professionally, then sat back on a crate, listening to the steady and mechanical hum of the ship’s engine. I couldn’t stop thinking about the day after tomorrow, for on that day our orders were to engage several German battleships.

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Episode 2:

April 28th, 1944

I was down working on some leakage in the engine room. PERSPIRATION was covering my face, not only because of the intense heat of the room, but because of tomorrow’s orders. I had checked the temporary breach thought the day yesterday, and so far the tray seemed to FORTIFY the rupture well. I had to wear special gloves throughout the day. The vessel’s doctor and DERMATOLOGIST recommended it due to my spark burns the day earlier. Just as I was finishing up my repair I heard the Captain’s voice over the intercom:

“Anderson, get up to the meeting room,” I put my tools away and headed to the location. When I got there, O’Brian was being his usual EGOTISTICAL self and telling the crew about his grand adventures, which were obviously not true. In the middle of laughter, the Captain entered the room. We all stood attentively.

“At ease,” he said with a grim face. He sat down. “I’m here to BRIEF you all about what’s happening tomorrow, in case you didn’t know,” My hands started trembling. With a sigh, he continued. “Tomorrow, we will be intercepting a NUMEROUS amount of enemies, a squad of around five German battleships, and trying to take as many of them down as possible,” The room was dead silent.”I will be giving more information later, but for now, that is all,” Most of the crew just stared blankly, knowing this mission was near suicide. The Captain got up to leave. Before closing the door he gave us the orders to resurface in five minutes.

Standing on the deck of the submarine and looking across the sea was beautiful. The calm waves PACIFIED my thoughts. One of the main reasons I chose the navy and not the Air Force was because of my ACROPHOBIA. That’s when I heard it. A screeching sound of metal. I looked behind me and saw a U.S. Bomber flaming across the sky towards the water, not even an eighth of a mile away. I watched the vessel crash into the water wth a huge Whoosh, and shortly after, three yellow rafts spring up from the water. I signaled down the hatch of the submarine to rescue them.

There were about five survivors from the wreck, and two others had died. The crew said they were flying with their squad when German fighters came and disrupted their formation. They were shot in three of four engines and ended up here. Our sub was already full, and with even more it would get a lot less COMFORTABLE. Not only that, but some of the crew was badly injured. How we were supposed to battle German ships with an overcrowded submarine and less food, medical supplies, and even air was ILLOGICAL to me.

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Episode 3:

April 29th, 1944

All I could think of was how RIDICULOUS this mission was. It was practically suicide. Yet here I was, not even three hundred yards from five fully prepared battleships. I was at my designated station when the VOCIFEROUS voice of the Captain over the intercom.

“Prepare to engage!”

I INGESTED some of what little air was left on the sub. I SENSED two barely audible thuds that shook the submarine. I could only guess these were the torpedos. Seconds later a loud rumbling reverberated throughout the sub. The torpedos hit. All of the sudden, multiple rumbles and shakes could be heard all around us. The enemy had somehow already spotted us. I was called via intercom to the engine room.

I imagined the worst, and got the worst. PETROLEUM and water was spewing everywhere. It was only a small breach, and could be FORTIFIED easily. We fired off several more torpedos when we were hit. A loud bang at some other part of the ship could be heard, as well as metal creaking. The submarine dipped, causing me to REVOLVE around the room. The order came from the intercom to abandon ship. I made my way to the primary hatch, passing the place we’d been hit, now full of DISTORTED metal and water. I reached the hatch and climbed up onto the deck, where there was an inflatable raft. The enemy battleships were out of range now, but the damage had been done.

To my surprise, only three of the crew seemed to have made it. It was a MIRACLE I was alive. Miller, O’Brien, and one of the bomber crew, who’s name was Yossarian greeted me with heavy heads. We watched the submarine sink to the bottom of the Sea. No one else had made it. We decided on a course of action to head to the nearest island, about a days worth of MANUAL rowing. We had sunk three of the five battleships, and left the others with damage. Looking one last time at the place where our ship used to be, I started to row.

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Episode 4:

May 2nd, 1944

It wasn’t long before an allied battleship found us floating. They were very SYMPATHETIC. The Captain of the ship had told us we would be sai