Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Peace of War

Christmas Eve in a time of war.
Our sub was a sitting duck.
Hitting rocks on the ocean floor,
We surfaced slowly, just by luck.
If all held, home port could be made.
But first we had to make it through
Ships of the enemy blockade.
That would be a miracle true.
We kept on course into the night.
Enemy ships were closing in.
There was no way we'd win a fight.
We waited for them to begin.

Their signal lights flashed out in red -
"Merry Christmas," the message said.