Engaged in bloody war games this afternoon with my daughter Kristen (A great way to spend a summer afternoon I might add when the punishing outside heat is certain death to old people & small children). My strategy was to move my giant floating armada into one tight cluster with the exception of my patrol boat (which anyone who has played the game knows is the hardest to locate).
At the onset it was like December 7, 1941 all over again! I tell you from the first shot fired, Kristen couldn't miss as she luckily stumbled upon my fleet like sitting ducks. With one swift devastating blow she sank my ships like the Dow on a bad earnings day without the slightest regard for her father's preservation or dignity! Pitiful! ;0)
My only hope rested in my vagrant, listless patrol boat (formerly known as a "cruiser") which I fervently prayed would sustain life long enough for the Allies to muster enough strength & resources for a substantial retaliation.
Alas! I would not be denied! My darkest hour would give way to a victory for the ages! My oldest simply could not hunt down the whereabouts of my only remaining vessel in time to save her own Naval fleet which would prove to be her ultimate demise! (Right about now you're thinking I seriously need to get a life aren't you?) Good fortune may not prevail come tomorrow but for now moral is high with the troops as we relish in the sweet savory smell of victory.
Regardless, we shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas & oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence & growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields & in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender!