{"id":1564,"date":"2018-05-27T05:50:00","date_gmt":"2018-05-27T05:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/?p=1564"},"modified":"2025-09-29T17:11:34","modified_gmt":"2025-09-29T17:11:34","slug":"for-memorial-day-a-5-line-poem-the-death-of-the-ball-turret-gunner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/?p=1564","title":{"rendered":"For Memorial Day; A 5 line Poem. &#8220;The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"250\" height=\"74\" src=\"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/6a00d834525a2f69e20224e03cd6f8200d-250wi.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-13182\" title=\"B 17\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p> <a class=\"asset-img-link\" href=\"http:\/\/tomfaranda.typepad.com\/.a\/6a00d834525a2f69e20223c84e2e24200c-pi\" style=\"display: inline;\"><br><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The ball turret is the one on the bottom of the B-17, shown above.&nbsp; Usually a small man, jammed in. A horribly dangerous place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A five line poem, written by <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Randall_Jarrell\">Randall Jarrell<\/a>. Below the poem, the explanation &#8211;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>From my mother\u2019s sleep I fell into the State,<br>And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.<br>Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,<br>I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.<br>When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Death_of_the_Ball_Turret_Gunner\">The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"200\" height=\"133\" src=\"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/6a00d834525a2f69e20223c84e2e09200c-200wi.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-13181\" title=\"Ball turret painting\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The ball turret is the one on the bottom of the B-17, shown above.&nbsp; Usually a small man, jammed in. A horribly dangerous place. A five line poem, written by Randall Jarrell. Below the poem, the explanation &#8211; From my mother\u2019s sleep I fell into the State,And I hunched in its belly till my wet [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1564","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1564","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1564"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1564\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13183,"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1564\/revisions\/13183"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tomfarandasfolly.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}