That same nightmare haunted her ever since she returned. Eyes wide open, she searched the sea through the mangled hull until a torpedo set off a fiery explosion that consumed her. A small splash outside caught her attention. Weakening, she raised her head off her chest where it lie. Bleeding profusely from open wounds, the woman collapsed against a bulkhead. A great pain flared in her head as a salvo of Japanese shells impacted the bridge. With fire behind her green eyes, she watched as the guns futilely fought against the enemy. The woman staggered to her feet, pain narrowing her vision. With the sound of tearing metal, an explosion ripped open the hull to sea. Almost too late to save the dying ship, the thunder of guns echoed down from the main deck. Blood matted down what was left of her auburn hair, now charred. She had numerous wounds across her body, wounds that increased in size every time the ship shuddered beneath her feet. Throughout all the chaos, waded a woman in a sailor’s uniform. The hall was crowded as sailors rushed around, trying to save their ship. The deck plates shuddered underfoot, lights flickered as shells impacted the ship.
Location: Naval Base Coronado, San Diego, California
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