Little Boy

31,000 feet.
I am falling.

26,000 feet.
In this short space of time everything is peaceful.

12,000 feet.
There are no screams. No gunshots. No mortar rounds. Just wind.

5,000 feet.
Wind and the wall of Earth rushing towards me at incalculable speed.

1,900 feet.
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

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