Tin Can Fate

The submarine stayed silent. Our insides shuddered as we saw. The base of our war vessel hitting the sea floor. Too deep to escape and survive the voyage to the shore. Although the sub was intact it could not move any more. We felt the eerie silence of realisation setting in. We looked at one another and spoke of nothing. Without food or water we wouldn't last very long. Go mad inside a tin can was not well thought upon. We took out our side arms and faced our friends in pairs. On three we squeezed the triggers after saying many prayers. The tin can still sat silent but with the annual crack of sound as the gunfire tells the tale of our fate on hitting the ground. Echoed through the years since our final day. The lights faded to total darkness on this ship of tragic fate. But we are together as friends who chose the easy gate. Our fate forever haunting our tin can in the sea, on the floor. Trying to accept the fact that we could do nothing more.