May was quiet she still sobed a little and was holding on to andy tightly pressing her self to him for comfert. it was a bit of a drive to the ship yards. Witch wher grity and durty chimnys pured black smoke in to the sky. corpes lined the road and armed gun men watched them from windos and roofs all throught the factery district. At the gate of the ship yard there sat to AA truks a howitser and motoer cicle with a mashin gun mounted to the side car and a garnade luncher on the handle barsand some 20- 25 guy somkeing dring and jokeing around at the gaurd post of the gate.