Great nations are facing off, here, so far, far from their Capitals
The Empire has flung its tentacles far and wide, and now, at Kodiak, at Esperance, Kalgoorlie,
finds two of its great limbs dangerously stretched, caught, entangled.
The great land of the free, and its friends, has been the net. A net spread over a third of the arc of
the world, a net that has at times been rent, torn, stretched to its very limits.
The threads of the net:....
The men of the regiments, the men in the ships, and the pilots, and the planes of the airforces.
The net, however, has stopped stretching. It may, may even have begun to close..
The net encloses sharks. Lots of them.
And they need to tear the net again
New threads. Combining into string, into cords, into ropes.
Today nearly 20 betty sorties, escorted by nearly 50 fighter sorties come to Esperance,
wave, after wave, after wave.
There are now nearly 60 Fighters defending now. New cords, new strings.
A stronger net.
The big convoy remains unmolested.
It continues to unload, unload more string.
big seas, fast ships, life tastes better with salt