And Then There were Two

The launch motored slowly around the sunken behemoth. A half-moon cast odd shadows on the ocean’s surface, but made the men’s work of collecting newly risen oil from the old ship easier.

The men, each in uniform, worked with a silent reverence as they viewed the water-logged deck below them. There, men scrambled port to starboard, aft and stern, removing barnacles and seaweed from the rusting hulk.

It was December 7th once again, and the sailors of the USS Arizona were hard at work making the long dead ship ready again to receive one more of their newly fallen shipmates.