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SOH-CM-2014
<center> </center> <center>The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
By Randall Jarrell
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.
By Randall Jarrell
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.
Link takes you to the EAA's Project for their Ball Turret Project on "Aluminum Overcast". Pretty interesting.
http://www.eaa.org/video/eaa.html?videoId=71171263001
I threw the poem in for context...actually, counting casualty statistics, the Ball Turret Gunner was the safest crew position on the airplane.
</center>http://www.eaa.org/video/eaa.html?videoId=71171263001
I threw the poem in for context...actually, counting casualty statistics, the Ball Turret Gunner was the safest crew position on the airplane.