In the end, they stripped her bare—hazardous materials removed, sensitive systems gone—leaving only a clean carcass for science and war-planning. The Harpoon missile hit with clinical precision, tearing into a ship that no longer shot back. Some watching had once called her home. They saw not just metal sinking, but years of sweat, fear, and pride slipping beneath the waves, sacrificed so the next generation might survive what she never had to face.
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