Past Pain
Going up for a smoke
Two guys ahead
Then there’s fire and pain,
Blinding pain, burning and boiling of flesh.
Blackness of unconsciousness.
Pain of recovery
Burns all over
Hearing loss,
Damaged body.
Learning the cause
A Jap kamikaze,
Killed the men
Who were closer
To the door
Leading to the deck.
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