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Second in Command's Log
April 19, 1961 Second in Command’s Log:
The captain was issuing orders on deck. I heard his command as he ordered everyone to brace themselves.
The gray fog flashed white.
It was a blinding white.
Pure White. Like driven snow.
It was so bright that even the best sunglasses on the market wouldn’t have been enough to stop it from burning the eyes.
Then the ship was hit.
One of the crewmen tumbled over and rolled hard onto the steel deck, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Medic stumbled, but got to him before he could roll out into the ocean.
Suddenly, the light from the gray fog flickered and for a moment went black. Then the attack came back stronger. Bombs were exploding on the decks causing heavy damage and casualties. The noise was like the worst earthquake rumbling and deep, filling every space, moving through the water like a speed boat. That’s when we realized that the attack wasn’t coming from the aliens. It came from our own fighter planes. We were being attacked by our own men. They shot right out of the gray fog guns a blazing and hadn’t realized the damaged they caused until their third pass.
They thought they were still in the gray fog battling the aliens. Then as quickly as they hit, it stopped. The gray fog was normal, the noise gone, and our fighter planes crashed into the ocean one by one as if being led there by an escort.
Our captain stood tall on deck and just held his breath...
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