Hi ZynnYaw,

Congratulations! From a small forked wing little bird (swallow) with squeaky chirp, you have risen to a new height in life, promoted to be the Chief Strategist and in charge of a mighty naval Task Force. By your own account, composition of ships, lethal weapons and the fire power of the forces under your command sound ‘Awesome’. You describe the material hardware as ‘my naval forces’, ‘my missiles’, and ‘my fleet/my ships’. I am pretty sure and have no doubt whatsoever that your opponents and enemies must be shaking in their pants or longyis because of your saber rattling. The former Secretary of Defense Mr. Run-fled must have promoted and entrusted this enormous assignment to you before he was kicked in the ass.

When I was young I like reading about WWII episodes and naval battles. Recently, in Australia, they found HMAS Sydney, a battle cruiser at the bottom of Indian Ocean just off Western Australia coastline, sunk by a German Raider ship called the Cormorant (a bird with great appetite). I have read quite a few famous naval battles too, Tripitz sunk off Tromso in the Artic circle by British midget submarines. Graf Spee ‘The battle of River Plate’ at the River Plate in Argentina. ‘Sink the Bismark’ episode sunk by the British Atlantic fleet.

So you are now an Admiral, so may I address you as Admiral ZynnYaw. Your command HQ will be on a flag ship USS Swallow (zynnyaw). To my knowledge, there is the Sixth Fleet stationed in the Mediterranean Area and the Seventh Fleet guarding the Pacific Region. Which fleet are you in command? Your fleet must be poised off the Tanintharyi coast ready to strike at any moment, waiting for orders from the Master to deliver a deadly, quick, efficient/effective and lethal blow. As Mr. Run-fled said just before the invasion of Iraq War ‘Shock and Awe’ I pity those at the receiving end.

By the way, are you part of Cent COM (Central Command), Sitcom (Situation Comedy) or Sickcom (Sick-in-the-head Command)? Everyone in the AO Forum would love to know and read of your adventurous escapades.

If you can’t tell us of which Command and Fleet you are in charge, then we must assume, it is not in this earthly world, but on an imagery planet created in your own psychotic mind. Playing with tin soldiers, tanks, planes and ships, set out on a table, maneuvering and moving, playing war games can so much fun. Beyond that and when it get too much over the top, then you may need to seek and consult a psychiatrist to check it out, before you ultimately end up in a Cuckoo Nest or Asylum and finally in a straightjacket.

I enjoyed reading this post and it is really funny.

I am Polaris.