The rockets explode on the ramp like fourth of July skyrockets gone a stray. A fuel truck with JP-4 takes a direct hit, and the base novas with a deadly wild fire. A flare ship taking off hits a smoldering runway crater collapsing her landing gear, and she slides on her belly for what seems an eternity, then breaks up like a ship on a reef. The fiery rain continues on. No, not the chapel.
Troops sleep there waiting for their freedom bird home.
The BX, another building, another building, the rockets are hitting with devastating accuracy. The quiet dark night erupted into a hell storm of fire. The crew jumps on board and is taking cover and shouting commands. We're taking another beating boys, hold on for you lives. God save us all.