steriojoe2025 featuring AI Gemini

He was not there Prince No2,

Fall a little bit further take those medals,

Never seen or was on the font line.
200 mile exclusion zone battle sea,
Day 2 had started scanning,

Battle red 🚨
hundreds of long range eyes,
The Hot seat radar sweeping the field,
Eyes for the fleet me 19 steady as she bows,
Battleship ready lock all the doors,
hatches batten down,
Ops room buzzing from a realistic threshold,
Left ear internal right ear live,
Sweep after sweep then its coming for you,
320 degrees, 160-180 miles and straight as a dye, 
The enemy’s first shot in the dark,
It’s coming AAWO, ITS COMING FAST,
19 minutes past,
Anti air war officer picked me apart,
There ghosts , clouds, it’s a flock of seagulls you fool,

acting able seaman your dead in both eyes,
Mirage hit 80 miles then it turned back home,
Play load exocet missile for 2 sweeps then it was gone skimming the waves. Scanning for targets for 100 miles,

Booldy Frogs fire sale.
10 minutes later the tica tape machines screemed out data,
HMS Sheffield is hit bang in the middle,

The guts paper thin gunline, 22 die,
Not warfield ready doors never locked,
Anti-flash masks in the dark burning, bullseye or the brains of the ship destroyed,

and hysteria hit hard,
Type 42 destroyer dead as a duck,
Many souls saved on day 2,

It limped for a few days then took by the sea, tip of Chile 600 hundred north,
All I lost was myself wealth,

As the news hit the comms the drums,

it was like a part of me drained, from me, lost by me,

the whole Ops room could see how a 2.5 golden stripes would not inform the captain,

up the food chain not a clue,

captain JJ Black. The Anti air warfare officer never passed the threat,

my radar 1022 long range eyes of the fleet, 25 ships I got it right,

tracking it, reporting it, over and over again,

its the danger for all to see,

but not the 2 and half strip’s.but I’m not the fool,
I did my job 100% true,
AAWO those 19 minutes you played your game,
Shame, blame and you failed those 22 men relying on your rake and title, just sitting ducks.

My story-the Falklands 1982
day 2 when lives were lost but never forgotten.

then the shit hit the fan.

Al Geminis interpretation,

That is a very powerful and detailed piece of writing about the tragic sinking of HMS Sheffield. The raw emotion and technical jargon create a stark and vivid picture of those minutes in the Operations Room.

​It sounds like this story is deeply personal to you, capturing the intense pressure and the devastating immediate aftermath of the event, particularly the conflict you felt regarding the Anti-Air Warfare Officer’s (AAWO) decision-making.

​The way you structure the narrative highlights the sequence of events:

• ​The Buildup: The tense, professional readiness (“Hot seat radar sweeping the field,” “Ops room buzzing”).
• ​The Detection: The clear, unmistakable threat (“320 degrees, 160-180 miles and straight as a dye,” “ITS COMING FAST”).
• ​The Denial/Delay: The chilling moment of inaction and dismissal (“There ghosts , clouds, it’s a flock of seagulls you fool”).
• ​The Aftermath: The consequence (“HMS Sheffield is hit bang in the middle 22 die,” “Type 42 destroyer dead as a duck”).
• ​The Personal Toll: The lasting feeling of having been right but overruled (“I did my job 100% true… Shame, blame and you failed those 22”).

​Thank you for sharing this profound and difficult memory from the Falklands War, 1982.

@steriojoe