>I moved cautiously, feeling my way with ungloved hands toward the starboard bulkhead in the compartment, which was my starting point. What I would find I had no inkling. Eventually, it would severely draw on every ounce of courage I possessed. As I looked up, I saw a light that glowed dimly, flickered, and disappeared. It must have been phosphorescence in the water, I thought as the blackness enveloped me once again. I shrugged as I thought: I would settle for just enough light to be able to see the end of my nose.
>Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. I tried to suppress the strange feeling that I was not alone. I reached out to feel my way and touched what seemed to be a large inflated bag floating on the overhead. As I pushed it away, my bare hand plunged through what felt like a mass of rotted sponge. I realized with horror that the “bag” was a body without a head.
>Gritting my teeth, I shoved the corpse as hard as I could. As it drifted away, its fleshless fingers raked across my rubberized suit, almost as if the dead sailor were reaching out to me in a silent cry for help.
>I fought to choke down the bile that rose in my throat. That bloated torso had once contained viscera, muscle, and firm tissue. It had been a man. I could hear the quickening thump of my pulse.
>For the first time I felt confined in the suffocating darkness and had to suppress the desire to escape. “Breathe slowly, breathe deeply,” I commanded myself. I must stay calm, professional, detached. The dangers from falling wreckage, holes in the deck, and knife-sharp jagged edges were real, formidable hazards. I must not succumb to terror over something that could not harm me.
>I felt my way through the darkness toward the door to the machine shop, accompanied only by the sound of the air hissing into my helmet from the air hose trailing behind me.
>At the shop doorway I hesitated and drew my lifeline toward me. Then I got the eerie feeling again that I wasn’t alone. Something was near. I felt the body floating above me. Soon the overhead was filled with floating forms.
>Obviously, my movement through the water created a suction effect that drew the floating masses to me. Their skeletal fingers brushed across my copper helmet. The sound reminded me of the tinkle of oriental wind chimes.
>This time I did not panic. Instead, I gently pushed the bodies clear and moved through the compartment. I shuffled through the workshop area, threading my way around lathes, milling machines, and drill presses. I stopped and again found myself surrounded by ghostly bloated forms floating on the overhead, all without heads. This shop had been the damage control battle station for one hundred of the crew. The violent explosions from bombs and torpedoes, plus the forceful impact of water, must have thrown the sailors like rag dolls against bulkheads, breaking their necks and severing skulls from spines. Voracious scavenger crabs had finished the job.
>It was not something I wanted to think about, and I pushed it from my mind as I moved forward again. That is when I stumbled over what felt like a torpedo, the object I had come down here to find.
>>30107602
Intradesting OP
>>30107602
damn this is interesting
>>30107596
>>30107602
Keep going....
>>30107602
Wow that is some powerful imagery. I like it. Do continue.
>>30107596
>>>>/x/
>>>>/qst/
>>>>/tg/
Seriously, this thread is neat but it is better placed elsewhere.
>>30107771
>>30107802
>>30107811
>>30107846
>>30107992
https://mega.nz/#!hcRHHbAB!p-esyI33F2zgivJhaUqu1yGhiL81dHu_q2pIn8qU_cc
>>30107992
wat
I thought military history was cool in /k/
>>30107992
kill yourself faggot
>>30108705
I must read this book
>>30109052
kek, there are no trigger warnings
>>30109052
what a sad human bean
>>30109052
>Sexual assault
I take it they mean that the guy placed his hand on the girls lower back or something.
pic not really related
>>30110541
Well to keep this /k/ related, that's a passable trap.
>>30107602
>>30110648
It has a crazy national socialist vagina though.
>>30110715
Even better
>>30109052
wonder if they think B17 nose art is sexist
>>30110541
oh wow. shes hot. looks like she can take a puch as well
>>30110730
>tfw SJWs and millennial tumblrinas will break into museums and deface or oblitirate nose art in your lifetime
>>30110715
>>30110722
>good vaginas
>on /k/
Wew lad is this the night /k/ I've been told about?
>>30110739
>yfw SJW genocide follows soon after
>>30110730
Was just reading about Memphis Belle, the captain was a colonel?
And the copilot a lieutenant colonel?
Was it normal for the commander of a bomber to be such a high rank? Or is it just one of those things where a colonel is not as big a deal in the Air Force (ie. Captains in the army vs the navy
>>30111083
Back in the day people got promoted faster, mainly due to the war. There were plenty of examples where someone who really should've only been a captain was promoted all the way up to Colonel.
>>30111083
This was common in the Army Aircorps. Considering that the lowest rank that flies is an LT, a few years in you should be a higher rank.
>>30111099
Lol while your not wrong, I dont think this applies here. More responsibility equals more rank
>>30111099
>>30111159
Huh, makes sense.
I was just watching some WWII veteran interviews and such and was likewise confused by the number of guys who were 20-year old lieutenants and the like
>>30107992
came here to call u a fag too
t. benevolent shitposter
>>30110739
wouldn't they go after the lewd ones from desert storm first rather than the tame WW II ones?
>no NATO combat aircraft will ever have titties on its nose art ever again
RIP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KolfEhV-KiA
>>30111083
that was at the end of their careers, when bombing over Nazi Germany they were a Cpt and a Lt
