The
wind threatens to blow me off the deck
Rain
painfully rips across the flight deck
Waves
crash ten feet over the 60' high deck
Each
threatened to wash me off the ship
The
sound of chains breaking is like a shot
Jets
and planes are coming loose to run away
Shadowy
shapes grab more chains to catch
The
many chains break setting them free
Keeping
your footing on grease soaked decks
Shapes
gathering around a jet in danger
A
jet shifts and someone dies pinned in two
Horror
seen by the continuous lightening
Balls
of lightning roll down the deck
They
are like bowling balls for us pins
The
smell of sulfur and metal combined
My
hair stands up in static and fear
In
the lightning a destroyer seems to fly
The
propellers turn hopelessly in the air
With
a crash the destroyer submerges
Will
the destroyer rise again all hope
Weariness
weighs down and you stumble
You
notice the deck is pitching erratically
What
power can make a carrier move so
Our
meager power shrinks before the storm.
Later
the footprints on the wall are painted
Four
and six inch armored plating welded
Plane
parts, chains and body are removed
We
return to the tiny danger of possible war
From
my time aboard the USS Independence CV-62