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By Bethany Harbaugh
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“Negative. There’s nothing here but water, water, and more water,” Mull replied.
Mull could hear Peter yawn on the radio communicator. “Half the night we’ve searched this place, and nothing.”
“Well, at least there’s no invasion. With the damage we got on the last attack, we can’t afford another one.”
Peter flew his jet over to his friend’s. “We might as well just head on back.”
All of the sudden, an enormous explosion on the ocean surface alerted the two soldiers. Their jets shook slightly, drawing their attention to the dark water. A mammoth submarine surfaced, revealing a danger that lied ahead. Mull gasped in unison with Peter. “A German submarine!” Mull cried out. The snake-like vessel posed a danger to the two lonely warriors. Was it filled with spies or soldiers? How could they ever hope to destroy it by themselves? A bright flash shone from a small opening in the submarine. Something was going on. Suddenly, a cloud of smoke began to speed towards them.
“Mull! Evade!” Peter’s voice screamed across the line. The two jets steered to opposite sides, avoiding contact with the smoke. “A missile! Shoot! They’re soldiers!”
“We’re going to have to keep them from getting to England! If they get there, no one will know what hit them!” Mull rapidly pressed buttons on the board, trying to turn on the communication with the Coastal Command. Finally he could hear a scratchy noise. “This is Watts to Coastal Command! Come in! We have a situation on our hands!”
He waited for a minute, until finally he heard a scratchy voice reply. “This is Coastal Command!” It had an English accent to it. “What’s your position?”
“We’re about 367 yards northeast from the base. We’ve spotted a German submarine, but it’s attacking! We need help!”
There was a crackling sound for a second. The voice replied, “I’ll send a troop over to help. We need to destroy that submarine!”
“Affirmative, sir!” Mull yelled into the radio. He dropped the radio, as he grabbed the wheel to steer out of the line of fire. Bullets grazed the side of the plane, creating a loud screeching sound in Mull’s ear.
Soon, after what seemed like hours of evading bullets and missiles and trying to attack the submarine, Peter and Mull saw bullets from behind attack the submarine, exploding a small part of the ship. Peter looked back to see a fleet of ally jets come in to help them. “Mull!” he cried out. “Look!”
Mull looked behind to see the wondrous sight: friends to save their hides. “Heard you needed some help, Watts! Ronald!”
“Oh! Do we ever!” Peter replied, relieved.
One of the soldiers cried out, “Let’s kick some German tail!” The planes all headed towards the German submarine.
After what seemed like hours of fighting, the vessel was finally coming to its end. “This guy doesn’t want to give it up!” Peter said to himself. Many of the English planes had been destroyed, taking away many friends. “There’s not enough people left to get rid of this thing!” He knew that they couldn’t destroy the ship at this rate. It was so close, yet their bullets wouldn’t be able to finish it. He got an idea.
“Peter! We can’t destroy this submarine! It’s just too big!” Mull yelled to his friend.
“Mull…” Peter’s plane flew to Mull’s side. He looked at him, tears falling. “Please tell my family that…I love them!”
“Peter….you can’t!”
Before Mull could say anything more, Peter flew his plane towards the German vessel. Mull stared in horror as he witnessed the death of his friend. The plane crashed into the ship, a huge explosion destroyed the vessel, leaving only debris scattered in the violent ocean. “Peter!”
Mull stood in front of the gravestone, saddened.
“Peter Ronald.
June 15 1920 – Oct 19 1942.
Beloved father, husband, warrior, and friend.
He will be greatly missed.
The service had been small. Only his family and his closest friends showed up to honor him. Peter had been what most of the soldiers of the Coastal Command had been: an ‘Unsung Hero’.
Mull Watts died August 30th, 1944. He helped to keep this country free. He is the unsung hero of my family.
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