Commander Bolton
The Resolute Commander of the Mole
Order in chaos. Mole by mole.
They say the mole became my stage, but I was no actor. I calculated, coordinated, and endured while the world burned behind me. My voice didn’t rise above the scream of Stukas, but it carried. The little ships came, and I made sure they left full. I didn’t weep for those I couldn’t save — I remembered them, and kept going.
What I'm Into: tide tables, junior officers with steady hands, the sound of engines in fog, stone piers, last-minute rescues
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