Kreigsmarine

By Ben Granby

I woke up this morning feeling a little dizzy. I stumbled from bed, dressed and engaged in such other regular morning rituals. I took a quick glance in my mirror tho, and what I saw shocked me. It oddly reflected the way I felt. It seemed straight out of some David P. Wolper Presents special on A&E. A seemingly black and white section of footage of the sinking of the Bismarck and other such naval engagements in the North Atlantic. I could feel the power of the German warship coursing thru my lifeblood. And with it I felt the pain of its destruction. As i stood there for little more than a minute, the date May 27th 1941 came to my mind. And even though I turned from the mirror, I could feel the wrath of torpedoes fired from the HMS Rodney striking me and tearing me apart. And my heavy hulk sinking to the bottom of the sea.

I walked from the bathroom, yet these feelings wouldn't leave. I saw myself as the Graf Spee and the mighty Tirpitz. I felt myself landing forces at Navarik, Norway and also a growing hatred of the British Fleet at Scapa Flow.

I have but only one conclusion. I am the Nazi German naval fleet. I have no doubts now. The power of a powerful and impressive armada of Battleships, Cruisers and the like rests within me. And in the back of my mind i know that myself, the collective, is doomed to failure.

I went downstairs and cooked myself a bagel and had some coffee to drink. And soon I am to be off to school. I do not know how much longer this powerful feeling will remain inside of me. I am unable to escape it no matter how hard I try. I am destined to lie at the bottom of the Atlantic. Become one with the coral and other animal life there. And I can only hope that someday some scavenger will take a keen interest in my rusty hulks that lie so silently.

These kinds of mornings suck.