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Viper_7242NC #1 Posted 13 January 2022 - 11:13 PM

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The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

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.
 

 
So say we all.

Ace_BOTlistic_Cosmo #2 Posted 13 January 2022 - 11:16 PM

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I've always felt that poem in my gut

Badazz men fought in that death bubble


if the pilot's good, see, I mean, if he's really..sharp, he can barrel that baby in so low [he spreads his arms like wings and laughs],

you oughtta see it sometime, it's a sight. A big plane like a '52. VRROOM! There's jet exhaust, fryin' chickens in the barnyard.






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