Summer Battles

The fan blows cool [ocean] breezes across our faces.

We choose our tactics and strategize our assault.

My fleet floats, poised for the attack.

Take aim, call out the coordinates.
"C-2, G-5."
"Miss, Hit," the enemy responds.
Damaged weapons are removed; the order, "Carry on."
"Take your best shot."
More shots fired, more misses, more hits.

Battleship sunk.  I lost.  Because you lose one battle doesn't mean you lose the war.
All summer, full steam ahead.