Driftless
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Portsmouth, May 2, 1945
HMS Coventry would never go to see under her own power again. She had been ordered to the Royal Dockyards for preparation to be placed into ordinary. Two world wars had worn her out. The engineers were happy when they could coax twenty six knots out of her knackered equipment as she shook and shuddered as if she was having a whole body orgasm when the captain called for twenty seven knots of greater. She was a moaner in high seas. Now, her crew would be allocated to other tasks. The scuttlebutt on the waterfront was that the crews of ships built before the youngest hostilities only sailors birth would be decommissioned. There was no longer need to protect Atlantic trade from surface raiders or even submarines where any warship was enough of a threat. The old ships lacked the range and the firepower to survive near Japan, they had little need and less life to give.
By the next morning, the dock yard engineers had already laid out plans with the ship's officers to strip her of the few advanced electronics, her more than adequate light anti-aircraft batteries and a substantial portion of the ship's galley equipment. Some would be placed into long term war reserves while most would be manhandled across the harbor to equip far more modern ships that would soon be heading east to reinforce the British Pacific Fleet.
To use that old western epigram: HMS Coventry was "rode hard and put up wet..." Apply any flavor of meaning you choose to that line.
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