Tulp had never liked submarines personally. He always made that joke about submarines just being tubes with alot of semen. Not because it was funny but out of spite. He didn't even know what he did aboard the ENS Killershark, he had just thought that it would be the best way to deal the the Tilapian F100s on this 'training exercise. Ofcourse it wasn't training nor an exercise anymore."
He grabbed the intercom.
"Communications, please record this message.
Men, petty officers, officers. Eutopians. I had always thought that the threat came from our own politicians, I became part of politics to stop them, atleast I thought. Our politicians, the Spanish, the French maybe the Yanks. First I thought that the Tilapians were a threat as well but after the Cuban War I thought that that was wrong. Why? Because I believe in an old Eutopian tradition, honour. In the Cuban War we fought side by side with the Tillies, we shed blood side by side. We became blood brothers, or so I thought. They have broken that sacred honour, that blood-bond. However, we will never forget that, we will not let them get away with that. Even after our death will our spirits hound them. The knife in our back might kill our body friends but it will never kill our honour.
I will not say that we shall overcome, I shall not say that the vulcano that killed much of the invaders is a sign that the Almighty God is comming to our aid. No, my brothers in arms. We will not survive this day for what if we do? We ill see our loved ones death, we will lose our honour as well.
They, in their villas at Buen Puerto Beach, they in their palaces. They think they can sleep in their beds. They think they have broken the Eutopian Spirit. We could sail away to Bermuda, we could sail away to Miami. That could be our first reaction, to save our own lifes. Men, those lifes would be worth nothing, for a nation that surrenders to Tyrants will lose more then only their bodies and property, the light will go out.
In hunderds of years my brothers, everyone will forget about the Tillies, even their betrayal will be forgotten like tears in the rain. From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
yes, this may very will become our Thermopylea, however it will be Tilapia's Stalingrad.
To my brothers in arms, soon to be brothers in blood I say this: It is indeed a terrible day to die, however it is even a more worse day to surrender. To Eutopians everywhere which will soon here this message: The Eutopian Navy and myself will do it's duty, I can expect no more but also no less then everyone to it's own. That was all, it was a honour and a privelidge to serve and fight with you., this was Admiral Henry John Tulp, Eutopian Navy, Thank you."
Tulp then turned to Captain Williams.
"Captain, I want you to put this message in a communication bouy and send it above water, it must begin transmitting to anyone who can hear, try to contact sattelites, only when we have left."
Williams could only nod.
"Helm, bring us to a safe depth, we don't want the Tillies to sight us before we put a torp in Cortez's arse, then set course to the South, to the Tilapian Fleet."
Tulp loved submarines...