Impact 50 meters. Shudder of Target Zero
Charlie was walking his barrage right in upon
us. The second salvo erupted 50 meters dead ahead of our bunker.
No one spoke, no one moved. There was no place else to go. It
was too late. Salvo number three was already coming. We just
waited. We all knew, by now, that the enemy gunner was shortening
his range by 50 meters each salvo. We were Target Zero. Then
eardrums and hearts and dreams burst. My camera shuddered (left
photo). Three shells exploded against our bunker's outer flank,
15 feet away and I was deaf and alive, with muddy Marine boots
in my face. Not deaf! Another salvo echoed far away, 50 meters
behind us which seemed quite beautiful until we heard the worst
sound of all.