OCC: okay so here it goes. oh yah and this first update is different from the rest as it is supposed to be the grabber. The rest will be in military history and book form.
Epilogue
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October, 6th, 2010
Greenwich, Britain
National Maritime Museum
Wallace paid little attention to the museum guild secretly listening to his Ipod and texting his friend Douglas, who had skipped school to visit some Uni girl who didn’t know he was still in middle school.
As Wallace followed his fellow schoolmates and the tour guide he felt a hand grip him on the shoulder. Wallace already knew who the hand belonged to just by glancing at the long blood red finger nails. It was the history teacher Mrs. Lawrence.
“Wallace could you turn around please.” saying it as a demand and not as a question.
Wallace did as he was told and turned around to look at the aged old bat that was his history teacher.
“Now Wallace would you kindly take off that ridiculous hood and empty your pockets.”
“Now why do ‘ave to do that ?”
“Because, I’m in charge here you little piss ant, and I have a feeling that you have ignored my direct orders not to bring any cell phones of music players to the museum.”
“yes, mum.” Wallace said solemnly as he took of his hood and emptied his pockets revealing his Ipod and cell phone.
“I should have guessed, by the blank look in your eyes that you weren’t paying attention. Now tell me exactly why did you bring this after I told the whole class not to?”
“Cause this shit is boring. I mean world war two was like thirty years before my dad was born and world war one was like before my great-gandad.”
“listen to me you little shit, this may all seem like a joke to you and your generation, but I was there. I was a little girl when the German Luftwaffe bombed London. My father was a sailor who never came home because of that war. I’m not going to let you dumb little shits forget the sacrifice that we all made just because you have Ipods and Iphones. I want you to write a comprehensive report on the history of”- She paused for a moment and looked around the museum and saw a sign that had the name of a ship that she had deep personal feelings about-“the German aircraft Carrier the Graf Zeppelin, and don’t even think about just copying and pasting some stuff you found on the internet onto a word document. I want at least twenty pages, written in Times New Roman, and with a clear bibliography.”
“What happens if don’t?” Wallace asked with a sly grin on his rather obnoxious looking face.
“If you don’t I fail you and, since this is a core class you won’t graduate at the end of the year and you will have me again next year. How does that sound?”
“Your can’t do that.” Wallace said almost pleadingly.
“Yes, yes I can.”
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Decades earlier and a world away in the chilly Northern Sea Admiral Wilhelm Marschall looked out from the castle that was the Graf Zeppelin. Flack burst in the air above the German carrier as enemy aircraft attempted to knock her out of the sea battle. Wilhelm watched as German FW-190F fought four to one odds against their British counter parts, but they were holding back the enemy planes as best as they could. One of the men on the telegraph spoke up waking the Admiral from his trance.
“Admiral we have confirmation that the British carrier Victorious has been sunk and the Emperor has been damaged.”
The Admiral certainly liked that news “ How many of out 190FBs are on the return?”
The young man looked as though he did not wish to speak.
“Out with it Damn it!”
“seven, sir.”
The Admiral said nothing but the crew could see it on his face. They had sent 20 torpedo bombers to try and hold of the British carriers, and whilst they had succeeded in sinking one British carrier there would be ten others to take its place while there would be none to take the place of the Graf Zeppelin when it was sunk which the Admiral knew as a given. As the Admiral thought of this he realized then and there that Germany would not with the war, that it could not. There would never be enough Germans and planes to take on the world all alone. And so moments before a Corsair released a torpedo that would strike the tower and kill the Admiral instantly he came to the full realization that the war was lost.
A massive explosion echoed out across the deck of the Graf Zeppelin and then another echoed out as a torpedo tore into the side of the crippled carrier. The first and last of her kind the Graf Zeppelin burnt and sank just like her nation. And so ended the short life of the Graf Zeppelin.
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“Sink the Iron Empress!”
A TL on the short life of the only German Aircraft carrier
The Graf Zeppelin
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