From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.- Randall Jarrell, The Death of the Ball Turret GunnerView us on Podbean - thestoryyouneverheard.podbean.comVisit our website - www.thestoryyouneverheard.com
