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The rest of the aircrew stands at the doorway don't know what to do while the commanding officer's presence, then Lightning arrives. He enters the room before the rest of the aircrew enter, and salutes to the one at the front of the room, he then order the rest of the aircrew with a word "Stand-fast!" (A term used to have the members of the room to either sit-fast or stand at attention and face the person who is the commandant of the room). as he is entering a briefing room with a commanding officer in it. He did not surprise with the age of Aingel, as he is at the same age as he is. He keeps his hands up for a salute until he is given an instruction to sit easy. At this stage, the room is covered with mostly Marines and Army, while he doesn't see an Air Force personal at all beside himself and his aircrew.

Lightning chooses a seat all the way at the back, next to the door. As Lightning sits down with the rest of the crew, he pulls out his wingman's dogtags, and rather paying full attention to him, while rest of his crew have their attention on the Naval Commander, Rear Admiral Crossed. Lightning did not bother listening to other's report, but just to prepare what he has to say when he might suddenly be asked couple of questions.

Jimmy Cross
DLCCN Admiral
Debrief


Jimmy settled down from the salute at the words, "At ease." His shoulders slumped to normal heights, and he straightened his dress whites. He cleared his throat and began to speak. He wrung his cover in his hands. Instead of facing the young man alone, he faced part of the room. So they all could see, and hear what he had to say. He did plenty of public speaking at the academy, so this should be simple. But the fear of being blamed for war casualties still burned at the back of his mind. It was why he was here, and not commanding a fleet for the US.

"Gentlemen," He started, seeing a single female in the group he added, "Ma'am"

"After the point the Army was sent landside to clear the island of tangos, a submersive vessel appeared on sonar, with malicious intent. Moments after appearing it unleashed a hail of conventional missles onto the four frigates deployed at the time. Leonardo, Michealango, Raphael, and Gabriel were all hit. Only the Micheal, had severe damages. Men were tossed overboard and fire erupted in the lower decks. Columns of smoke appeared from the center of the ship, and I feared we'd lost her. Right Away the rest of the Frigates returned fire, and repelled most of the attack, and elminated the threat. With the sub gone, Micheal down, Gabriel and Leo came in and scooped up survivors and put out the flames.

"At the end of the day 53 men were confirmed dead, and 67 wounded. Only three from the other vessels. The rest were from the ship, Micheal. The ship survived, barely. She is undergoing clean-up and repair down at the 'Lick'."

The Lick was the nickname for the Island most Sea Based operations and trainings occured. It was the location of the Navy's Head Quarters. It had a landingstrip as well. Jimmy scanned the room, eyeing the survivors. Not as many as he thought. He figured this was an officers only deal.

"Deck officers, and fellow Sailors alike who aren't working on the repairs are writing the letters home. Although the mission was a success, there are engineering problems, and the great loss we suffered here today. I recommend we end the brief in prayer, but we'll get there. Aingel, sir, without needing to explain your age or odd appearance, you should be able to recognize the great cost in life we had today, and the severity of damages to the ship and crew of the Micheal."

Jimmy not getting anything from the group, nodded and sat back down next to Trident. His head hung low. The mission while will be remembered to some as a success was a failure to Cross. He'd put on a happy facade later on that night, but the great losses would hang with him the rest of his career here. Just like all the rest of Sailors he'd let down back in the United States.

With God always being a part of his life, one would think he'd be able to move on. But he couldn't. Each and every man he'd served with was important to him. Each was special and had their own tales to tell. Each had families and friends. People to care for them. Love. Love those families had to live without for the rest of their lives. Possibly at the fault of his own. He hated it. But he continues to serve, for the ones still out there. Not for glory, money, or the deceased. But to fight for those fighting.