Ein Gedicht aus dem zweiten Weltkrieg. Es beschreibt aber sehr eindrücklich das Leiden des Einzelnen im Getriebe des Todes.
"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"
Copyright Credit: Randall Jarrell, "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" from The Complete Poems. Copyright © 1980 by Randall Jarrell. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Source: The Complete Poems (Farrar Straus and Giroux, 1980)