HELLO! I am USS Cowpens CVL 25! One of the Eagle unions many azured vessels, I like a hand full of others am male! I started my life as a Cleveland Class Light cruiser, and was converted into a light aircraft carrier before my completion! I received...
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---May 11th---
---USS Matthews Point Of View---
Limping atop the calf missing leg, into Queen (Decided to name her Queen of Free France Fight me) Richelieu's chambers, where I have been summoned! Her royal knights opening the double doors into the chambers as I arrived. Letting me walk through, closing them behind me as I entered. Saint Louis, a ship built just days before the collapse, and split of France, found praying at the foot of steps to Richelieu's thrown, stood up from prayer, Richelieu approached, her flagship pole, with the true French flag, the original, the Free France flag flying, and preformed a knighting act with the pole, showing acceptance into her knightly ranks, and respect for the praying vessel. My only complaint, being her allowing the flag of her nation to rest upon the ground in any fashion. However, or not the ground being so painfully clean that you could eat off it right now, the act of letting the flag touch the ground, is not traditions, is frowned upon, and disrespectful to your home in my nation. However, I overlook it. Places around the world have different traditions, different opinions and make different decisions. I take in the beauty of the mighty Queen of France once again like I always have, a religious, and well-mannered woman, respected, and looked up to by those whom stand before her.
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Not long after my entry, laying her eyes upon me, lifting her flagpole straight, resting its base atop the floor how it would if it was flown out front the building. She gestures unto me, to remain in silence, to come, to pray with her fellow warship. I listen, I approached with a limp, stepping down, she came to me, turning around as she arrived, helping me to what many use as an altar. She helps me unto my knee's aware of my injuries. I lock my fingers between each other. I close my eyes and go into the position I've always taken when I pray. I may hoot, I may carry on, but like many soldiers, like many warships, like many who seen war, I am religious, though I did not start the war this way. But like many who are introduced to it! War changes you, you will find yourself looking for reason, for things you'd never have looked for before, and God, was one of those things. Of course! I don't plan to bore you with it.
As my eyes are closed, she sat before me atop the last step, atop her knee's, praying for the both of us. We sit, all of us in silence for quite some time. As we leave prayer, Saint Louis took her leave, only me and Richelieu remain, helping me onto my feet, she spoke. "I apologize for summoning you so late in the afternoon, I know your trying to relax and heal! But I had to see you one more time!" Well mannered, I responded with understanding. "Is there something urgent you need delivered?" I ask, assuming it to be the case like the last time. Gently she takes my hand and places it on my shoulder. "No, something else, the one's you saved? Do you remember them?" It had only been three days, so I did of course, but which one's she was referring to, the POW men, or the ships. "I do" "they, have begged and brought up wishes that you receive compensation for your actions that night, having heard them out for your deeds, I cannot turn down their request." Taking, and lifting the Croix de Guerre Cross of War from her pocket and pinning it beside the existing more casual and common medals of Eagle Union origins to my fatigues.
