Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian Delady. -Just delivered the bomb; the Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. -Huh uh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief...the sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like `ol' squares in battle like you see on a calendar. -Like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark would go for the nearest man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away.... Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then...then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and in spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first dawn, we lost a hundred men? I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand... I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player; bosom's mate. I thought he was asleep...reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon on the 5th day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened?...Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life jacket again. So, Eleven hundred men went in the water...Three hundred and sixteen men come out. The sharks took the rest. -July 29, 1945.
Comments to Lifejackets
Poster. Woot.
An old one at that
still a good one
Still a fucking poster.
i wonder if they work....
It won't work. He didn't attach the lower strap to his waist.
yeah and he removed the "under penalty of law.." tag
ha!!!serves him right.... law breakers... now if we can only get the cunts that remove matress tags
Anything that slows down the bullet is fine by me.
apparently it works better than a sky blue track jacket.
if they are smart the probebly fill the jackets with sand.
Do they look smart?
They aren't smart.
they no smrt
by judjing from colour of the skin ....yes not so smart
smart.. nigs vs nigs all sides in civie clothes. Stolen life jackets stop you shooting your own mates from a distance.
Well...the dude with no life jacket is about to die.......Maybe the enemy just laughs too much to shoot the dude!
of course they dont work, theyre black.
I think he is attempting to hide his identity, by using a disguise so the evil spirts attached to bullets shot at him can't find him.
Haha! thats great!
Using the attached signaling whistle he can call for the back-up lifeboat.
He probably thinks it will actually work lol I would like to see the look o his face when he gets shot in the stomach.
fuckin nigs always gotta carry guns, always gotta be angry, always gotta get shot, always gotta wear life jackets.
Maybe this is New Orleans...it all fits...black dudes with guns and life jackets and bleeding waiting for Bush to blow another levee!
you may be on to something there...
THESE are ghetto niggers. not you gringo wealthy faggots
Shit that floats
...doesn't always flush
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian Delady. -Just delivered the bomb; the Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. -Huh uh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief...the sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like `ol' squares in battle like you see on a calendar. -Like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark would go for the nearest man and then he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away.... Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then...then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and in spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first dawn, we lost a hundred men? I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand... I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player; bosom's mate. I thought he was asleep...reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon on the 5th day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened?...Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life jacket again. So, Eleven hundred men went in the water...Three hundred and sixteen men come out. The sharks took the rest. -July 29, 1945.
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