Shinn
I wasn't Charlie anymore. Twenty-three was my name, nHu~son.
* We got shipped to Japan to stack bodies and pile rubble after Fat Man and Little Boy. What was it like?
It was gray. Too quiet.
We damn near killed some officers. An l~beam fell 'cause the cables they gave us was shit. I got beat tilll couldn'[ walk. The pmoners drug me back. Details of dead bodies, festering wounds, the smell of rotting flesh are withheld this time. I fear it will become a part of me the way something sticky congeals to your sole. He speaks of intimate violence:
They were kickin' Ernie, an' he kept trying
up. An officer grabbed h~ hair, stuck a pistol under his chin. He pulled Ernie's face to h~, then shot. to get
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