[Anthony W.]

Well, I originally posted in another subforum, but I think you guys down here might enjoy it more...

I just started writing it for fun - maybe it'll go somewhere

"Wet Dog - The Fleet Boats"

*Enter* - show Gato docked at sunrise, few men on deck untying mooring lines

[Timpani quiet roll to base drum crash w/ gong/crash symbol. Go to black - gold lettering "Wet Dog"]

[Fade letters to "The Fleet Boats"]

[Slide show of combat camera footage (still and video)]

Narrator: It was a long war - and not one we wanted to be in - but we were there.
Every day - every night, only the muffled sound of our engines - and the crashing sea
We knew where we were - and that if anybody else were to as well - it could be the end.
Three watches - morning, noon, and night.
Nobody like the day watch. Wasn't much better than the night - but it had that extra element of fear.
In daylight, you could be spotted. No cloak of darkness to hide behind.
Not exactly ships we were worried about. It was the aircraft - the scorpion of the skies - that we were afraid of.
And when you saw one - all hell broke loose.
Sometimes it'd be a lone patrol plane - maybe a passing fighter. Not too much to worry about.
We'd just stay up and fight it out.
But more often than not - it was one of those goddamned flying boats. Armed to the teeth and determined to see your oil slick.
When you saw one of those - time slowed down. Instinct kicked in - the same every time.
Alarm call, down the hatch, diving stations. Alarm, down the hatch, diving stations...
Sometimes we got lucky - they didn't see us.
But others - we got caught with our pants down - in the middle of the dive.
Then we had a real problem - depth charges.
Sealed in a drum - sometimes 125 degrees - sounded like somebody pounding away with a hammer on the outside.
Sometimes one got close - we'd pitch and roll - desperately fighting to stay on even keel.
It was that feeling you really remembered - the helplessness - the fear.
That's what got to you.

[End slide show]

*To scene* - in a bar - oldies music playing - decorated like an old sea shack
Some men dressed in their khakis and some not - some talking - some sitting there with their heads down

[Close up of a clean shaven man with his hat on, standing up with minor decorations displayed]

*Freeze frame*

Narrator: Thats captain Myers - bravest man I ever met. Never knew much about him - but its a good bet he's saved my ass on more than one occasion.

*Unfreeze* Show young, country looking boy taking a shot *Refreeze*

Narrator: That's Neil Johnson - my best friend - and one hell of a mean drunk; met him my first day on the boat. Him and I have been in and out of more trouble than anyone else on the boat.

*Unfreeze* To focus on a red headed nerdy looking guy sitting on a stool depressed *Refreeze*

Narrator: And that's me - Warrant Officer Johnathan Davis.

*Unfreeze* [Female bar tender enters scene]

Bar tender: What's got you down, sailor?

Johnathan: I don't know - just missing my folks back in Maine. Leaving on patrol again tomorrow. Rumor has it some of us are goin' home after this one...

Bar tender: Well-

*Focus on Capt. Myers, sound of tapping on a beer bottle is heard*

Myers: As some of you may have heard, tomorrow morning we set forth on our final patrol as a unit. We're being rotated.

[Cheering]

Myers: Now, as it does seem fit, I propose a toast. To the Gato, to the United States, and on to Japan!

[Loud cheering]

Myers: Now don't have too much fun tonight - we shove off at 0800 with you, or without

*Fade to black*

Johnathan: We had to carry Neil back to base that night - kicking and screaming all the way - drunk - as usual.
Didn't bother me much - not like I was going to get any sleep either.

*Fade into barracks, men asleep, two women standing at the door looking in*

Woman one: (Solemnly) Such a shame they don't even know...

Woman two: Know what?

Woman one: You haven't heard? Tomorrow they're going to Tokyo...

*Fade back into black*

*Fade into scene of narrator and Neil walking towards the submarine at sunrise*

Johnathan: You know - Neil - I really have a bad feeling about this one. I don't know what it is - but it isn't good.

Neil: Na, man, we've done it all now. There ain't nothin' can touch us. Them Japs-

[Switch to view of sailor on conning tower]

Sailor: You cowards comin or what? Come on, we leave in 20 minutes!

Johnathan: Looks like we better get on it. Don't want to be last in line for steak dinner tonight!

Neil: Last one up the gangway bunks in the engine room! Haha, alright lets go.

*Switch to scene of men crowded around the control room, Captain Meyers in the center*

Myers: Well - I guess its about time to reveal our destination - and I know you guys aren't gonna' like it. This time - we're goin into Tokyo bay *gasps heard*; straight to the heart of the enemy - we've been assigned to hit em' where it hurts. And if that isn't enough, we've got a rendezvous with a force just off the Phillipines. Came down through intel that Yamato and Musashi will be cruising in the area, along with just about every other big gunned battleship in the IJN. It's our job to find them, and, if possible, put some of them out of action.

*Pause*

Myers: Men, I know it isn't going to be easy - and I don't think its right that command is expecting so much - but I also know that if there's ever been a crew that can do it, I'm looking right at it.

*Pause again*

Myers: As you were.

Myers: (Whispering to his ranking officers) I don't want you guys to show an ounce of fear. If one of you cracks, so does the rest of the boat.

[Show narrator returning to the bunks]

*Enter bunks - Neil sitting on his*

Johnathan: Where were you? Myers was just telling us where we're headed this time. We're goin to-

Neil: I already know. Tokyo. And we're goin' after the center fleet on the way in. *Stammering* I - I just don' know what to think. I never had so much - apprehension - bout' anything before.

*Long Pause*

Neil: I din't wanna' admit it to you, but, I'm scared jus' as well as anyone else on this boat.

Johnathan: Its alright, man-

Neil: No, it ain't. On all our other patrols we' been up 'gainst merchants and maybe a convoy escort. It's always been the same getaway - dive - silent - wait. It's somethin' I've gotten used to - even the depth charges didn't get me worried too much till now.

*Pause again*

Neil: But if we're goin' up against the main fleet - it just ain't gonna' be that easy. I've heard the stories - bout' other subs runnin' across large forces - bein' depth charged for hours on end - hundreds of em' - with 10 or 20 destroyers up top. I also heard that most them boys don't get out'a situations like that. I just don' know if I'll be able't take it...

*Johnathan sighs*

Johnathan: I know you can. You did not make Chief Engineer by sitting around thinking about all the things you can't do.

Neil: Alright. Thanks man - I needed that.

Johnathan: Any time. I'm right here with you - all the way to the end.

Anonymous sailor in other compartment of ship: Davis! Cap***8217; Myers wants to see you in the control room ASAP!

Johnathan (calling back): Alright! I***8217;m coming!

Neil: Hey John***8217;, you promise ya***8217;ll keep up to date on what***8217;s goin on the next few weeks, alrigh?

Johnathan: Sure thing, man. I***8217;ll drop a word in if something happens.

What do you think?

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