[mookiemookie]

Sub Lieutenant (bah, Neal...you had to make my rank one of the words I cannot spell to save my life!) Mookie plops down on one of the bunks. He takes the cigarette from behind his ear and lights it in one singular motion. As he takes a drag he contemplates the situation that he and his shipmates find themselves in. As he exhales, he leans back on the bunk with a sense of resignation.

"Bloody hell....it doesn't sound like these Jerries are going to be rolling out any welcome mats for us. That Oberst fellow sounded downright savage...psh....'Laws of War' indeed. He acted like it was his personal tankers that we attacked. What else did he expect us to do? Invite the crews over for dinner?

In any case, we'll have to set up a watch system. Something about this place just feels off. I don't know what these Jerries are doing here. Damn strange place to put a garrison."