In Spring of the year 1942,
The war had escalated; among new
Weapons of war, and destruction, and hate
Still advanced for their time, as of late.

Less than a year earlier, in winter of
1941, there was precious love
In the Pacific Ocean, dotted with islands
Not including, of course, lonely Thailand.

The islands were many- covered with
jungles and beaches, shrouded in myth
Few ventured forth, including the many
Of the militaries of most, including the plenty.

By May of that deadly year,
Japan and America had held dear
The islands they controlled, and fought over daily
The commanders all sat, laughing gaily.

By June of the same time,
Oh, my lord, they're coming, I'm
Running, and you should do the same
Before they arrive, and you are tame.

America had lost gravely
The Navy they had, gone ably
And forcibly down, down below
To the deadly bottoms of the silo.

And so the tattered remains
Of the navy, and the brains
Of the many commanders, young and old
All of them, dangerously bold.

The carriers met the enemy's ships
Prepared to give them many rips
To send them down, down below
To the deadly bottoms of the silo.

The planes were launched, the battle began
The commanders said, "We can,
And we will, out to the end of time.
Yay, I'm happy, I can rhyme!"

The battle was over, quick and painless
It seemed to all, quite ageless.
Four carriers were lost to the Rising Sun,
Only one to the US, their job done.

The battle marked the deadly way
Bloody, violent, costly, say,
"We can do it, and we will
Fighting is easy... but up a hill..."

Many would follow, deadly and violent,
Far later would the Ocean be silent.
The battle in 42, midday
This is the Battle of Midway.

(Probably the WORST poem I've ever written :P)