this is a short poem about a gunner on a fighter plane during WWII. the first two lines, i didnt really understand very well. starting on the third line, he says that 6 miles above the ground he was awoken from sleep by anti-aircraft fire. i thought that the last line was very blunt. the gunner does not live through the fight and when the airplane is on the ground, his body and blood were washed out of the turret with a hose.
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