Corncobs and Mulberries

Modlin was making her final trip.  The old girl had done several Transatlantic trips in her long history, and I knew she had it in her to make it across the channel.

Gold Beach was still bloody when I brought her in.  I scuttled Modlin for the war effort, and she became a breakwater for the Mulberry harbour.



This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #83 – Breakwater.  I had no idea how to use the word until I went down a WWII Wikipedia binge. 

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