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Attack bombers appear above the Seventh Fleet. That first brilliant hush hush hush hush of white light atop the tropical island. No sound is heard. Noiseless flashing blue water then visual rip white rising white silence leaps into soft clouds paced with fire. A lapse of silence seconds between the sound and the fury for a moment we were ageless before the deafening click One thousand two thousand and the stars finally began leveling with me. Those very coalminers would never escape allthoughts would remain unwedded and unawed in the stereo twilight. Were there ships in the desert were there chicken in the sea were there oceans of dead in the blue tumulil Yes I guess we could just leave them down there. Yes.