— But to me the Navy is not a business. We have many traditions. In my career, I've experienced most of them. Some good, some bad. However, I wouldn't be here today if not for our greatest tradition.
— And which one is that?
— Honor, sir.
— There's only three choices a colored man has in the Navy.
— What, chief?
— A cook, officer's valet or getting the fuck out of the Navy.
Two thousand men, and fifty thousand tonnes of steel,
Set the course for the Atlantic with the allies on their heel.
Firepower, firefight...
Battlestations, keep the targets steady in sight!
Into formation! The hunt has begun!
Death and damnation, the fleet is coming.
The terror of the seas
The "Bismarck" and the Kriegsmarine!
From the mist a shape, a ship is taking form,
And the silence of the sea is about to drift into a storm,
Sign of power, show of force...
Raise the anchor! Battleship plotting its course!
Pride of a nation a beast made of steel,
"Bismarck" in motion king of the ocean.
He was made to rule the waves across the seven seas,
To lead the warmachine,
To rule the waves and lead the Kriegsmarine!
In the Navy,
Yes, you can sail the seven seas.
In the Navy,
Yes, you can put your mind at ease.
In the Navy.