Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,232 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

A Furor Of Friendly Fire - Poem by Lynn W. Petty

Leyte Bay, Philippines,1944

The eye of day was closing.
It was dusk at Leyte Bay.
Twenty ships lay at anchor.
A low marine layer covered
The entire bay.
It was that time of evening
When it is difficult to discern
The difference between a wolf
And a dog, as the French say.
A Zero broke through;
Pulled back, up and out,
Before any ship's guns could fire.
All gunner crews were taut
And tense. Waiting.
Then, through the cover came
Another plane. This time,
A furor of fire broke loose.
It was dusk at Leyte Bay.
It was that time of evening
When it is difficult to discern
The difference between a Japanese
Zero and an American
Torpedo Bomber.
Death shut the eye of day.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was there to see our own plane shot down.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016



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