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 the 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.
Go read this.
4 comments:
Oh.. so sad
This is one of my all-time favorit poems.
That was a very touching story. My 87 year old Dad was a career Naval Officer but only began to talk about WW Two a few years ago. I know I should record some of his stories.
Thank you for that link. As I found your blog though somebody's insight and perspicacity, you have led me to Sippican Cottage. Wonderful site.
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