History Repeats
Sealion stood inside the office in full dress blues, including his flat hat which reads ‘U.S. Navy’ in gold letting. With his seabag beside him he waited for the admiral to return so he could officially report in as part of the USN detachment on the base. It had been a long time coming, since the war and eagerly awaited to see how much things have changed between the former allied and axis navies.
CRASH! Suddenly the doors stood open and his skin went white, without a moments thoughts he whipped out his torpedo tubes and fired two shots.
“Oh damnation...”













