he waited at his action station, his loader at his side ready to load his gun with each 2-pounder shell, βPingβ¦ Pingβ¦ Pingβ¦β it wasnβt false, they had picked up something on the radar, perhaps a school of fishβ¦ βStand byβ¦ contact foundβ¦β somethingβs thereβ¦ maybe- βBANGβ a gun goes off above deck βCONTACT MADE, FIRE!β Gunshots sound around the deck, then he sees it, the enemy sub LOAD THE GUN, KONNER! he yelled to his loader
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