A letter from a groomsman.
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Dear mom,
Sorry that I haven't written or called in a while. Just got back from another patrol. We managed to bag ourselves a destroyer, but we were lucky that time. Being a member of the Silent Service is difficult at best given the BS these freaks pull out. Hopefully they'll develop a new torpedo that can actually do its job the way it's supposed to instead of running off into the wild blue the moment the enemy flinches. Wires and the sonar on our torpedoes is worse than useless, because useless would imply that at least when they launch, they vaguely adjust their course and depth in pursuit of a target.
So, we're usually stuck on picket duty or ferrying stuff that can't wait for the convoys, either because it's absolutely critical or because someone had money and connections. A shame we can't do the fun stuff, like raiding convoys, sending capital ships back to the depths from whence they came, or at least trolling Ivan.
But I suppose I have happier news. Apparently the man in charge of the guys in Sasebo (or was it Kure?) fell madly in love with one of the ships under his command, Mutsu. And it was recently confirmed that she's pregnant and expecting twins.
Which naturally explains why she's getting married to her CO, who, oddly enough, shares a name with Admiral God himself. It's funny how a few of the crew insisted that you couldn't impregnate a Shipgirl and I was the one to prove them to be a bunch of idiots when I broke the news. I was riding that for the rest of the day, much to the annoyance of the rest of the sonar room. Even the guys in the torpedo room said they felt my smugness.
And the even funnier thing is, I got roped into being a groomsman for the whole thing. Which naturally means I'm probably gonna end up with one of the bridesmaids, who are absolutely guaranteed to be Shipgirls, as a dinner date. I'd rather Cathy be part of this whole thing. I'm rather nervous considering this is the first wedding I'm actually participating in rather than merely observing, and she has experience.
But at least you can be proud that I spent an evening with someone. Maybe it'll go somewhere, maybe not, depending on who I land. I hear that a certain Wolf made her way into this pen full of sheep, which'll be interesting (it's a long story, but think of Cathy's friend, Ruby) to deal with. Funnily enough, Arizona is present. A damn shame Mr. Sanderson is no longer with us. He'd be proud to see her again, in proud fighting shape instead of a tragedy, even if he didn't serve aboard her.
In addition to feeling nervous, it also feels odd, to be surrounded by so many VIPs when it comes. I can't exactly confirm who's coming, but I know that it's definitely going to be one of the defining moments of this war, much like our recent recapture of Woody Island. Lots of politicians and whatnot, from what the scuttlebutt says.
I'll be sure to send pictures of the reception. Pretty sure a few people are gonna be jealous of whoever I end up dancing with, even though I can't dance to save my life. I want to say more about this, but I can't exactly put it into words. Cathy would kill to be here if it were normal people, but instead, she's still in shock from anime being real and history literally coming alive. Should probably see about dumping one of the girls on her. Maybe confronting it will help her.
Curiously, on that note, I remember having a dream, where she was friends with Yuudachi, for some reason. I knew it was her because of her distinctive 'poi'. Dunno where it came from, but whenever she yells it and we're nearby, it pretty much counts as active sonar. But she looked different. Brown hair, among other things I can't remember.
Seeing the two meet would be funny. Hell, seeing her meet any of those girls would be funny given how colorful they can be, especially New Jersey and Kongou.
Anyway, be sure to tell everyone else that I said hi and that I'm still alive and seeing daylight and not a stain on the seabed.
With care,
Jamie.