#6 – Fighting
Every breath was defiance: every kick was flung against a fate that was as cruel and cold as the depths below. Amid the mountainous swells, crashing and flailing as spray stung his cheeks, the last of the Derby PALS rolled and twisted in the grey dawn. A thousand miles away his love was waiting; a thousand miles away, a father would be welcomed home. A new day was dawning on the surging mid-Atlantic, the Laconia now settling to her bed and sleeping far below. A wedding was expected back in England: a searchlight was gleaming on the horizon.
(c) Tim Austin 2016
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