The harbor is already a mass of destruction and panic;
screaming everywhere, men trying to fight fires, move the
wounded; the second wave of planes hits, and tremendous
explosions now rock the secondary ships like the destroyer
SHAW, blasting it apart.
But the Japanese pilots are now having trouble with the thick
black smoke coming out of the damaged ships, and off the oil
fires along the water. One torpedo plane, its pilot flying
blind, clips the superstructure of a battleship and spins to
a crash.
Still, even in the chaos on the ships, the sailors struggle
to survive, inventively. Men trapped on one burning ship use
the severed barrel of a five-inch naval gun as a bridge to
cross to the less damaged ship anchored beside them.
Others jump into the water and swim through the burning oil,
towing buddies too wounded to swim themselves.
Below decks, sailors have organized a line and are passing
ammunition from the ammo lockers, hand to hand up to the guns
on deck. Blasts from bombs hit them and ignite the ammo
they're holding, setting off a chain reaction of explosions.
On the deck, the sailors are out of ammo. An OFFICER grabs a
SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SAILOR.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Human really born to make mistakes
Come on,dry your eyes.....wipe your tears.Never like to see you cry..won't you please forgive me?
I wouldn't ever try to hurt you,I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone and to fill this space of emptiness
I'm only human,of flesh and blood I'm made
Human.....Born to make mistakes!!!!!!!!!!
So many nights I longed to hold you,so many times I looked and saw your face
Nothing could change the way I feel ...........no one else could ever take your place
I am just a human.please forgive me.The tears I cry aren't tears of pain,they're only to hide my guilt and shame....
I forgive you now I ask the same of you ,while we were apart I was human too
Human.................born to make mistakes
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will as we are human too but we must carry on as we are human too ^_^
I wouldn't ever try to hurt you,I just needed someone to hold me
To fill the void while you were gone and to fill this space of emptiness
I'm only human,of flesh and blood I'm made
Human.....Born to make mistakes!!!!!!!!!!
So many nights I longed to hold you,so many times I looked and saw your face
Nothing could change the way I feel ...........no one else could ever take your place
I am just a human.please forgive me.The tears I cry aren't tears of pain,they're only to hide my guilt and shame....
I forgive you now I ask the same of you ,while we were apart I was human too
Human.................born to make mistakes
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will as we are human too but we must carry on as we are human too ^_^
PH line
Out of BLACK we hear the sound of an airplane roaring by.
Flying over American heartland. We see the earth through the
pilot's perspective as sky and ground swap positions, the
plane swooping down and storming over the ground.
is a biplane, racing over a field lush with young plants. It
releases a trail of crop spray, and climbs again...
Up into a crystalline blue sky where sunshine pours like
honey over family farms stretching to the horizon. Maybe
it's not heaven, maybe it's just Tennessee. But as long as
there's been an America, men have fought and died for this
place -- as volunteers.
Far off, but visible from the plane is
A BARN - DAY
The barn is unpainted except for hand lettering that says
"McCawley Crop Dusting." Another plane noise, this one made
by kids, brings us to TWO BOYS, sitting in the shell of an
old plane propped on crates, scavenged of it's engine, seats,
and wheels.
The boys sit in it's cockpit, butts crowded onto the nail keg
they've replaced the seat with. They've even attached a 2x4
as propeller, as if their imaginations needed any help. They
wear overalls and have bowl haircuts: RAFE and DANNY, 10
years old.
Flying over American heartland. We see the earth through the
pilot's perspective as sky and ground swap positions, the
plane swooping down and storming over the ground.
is a biplane, racing over a field lush with young plants. It
releases a trail of crop spray, and climbs again...
Up into a crystalline blue sky where sunshine pours like
honey over family farms stretching to the horizon. Maybe
it's not heaven, maybe it's just Tennessee. But as long as
there's been an America, men have fought and died for this
place -- as volunteers.
Far off, but visible from the plane is
A BARN - DAY
The barn is unpainted except for hand lettering that says
"McCawley Crop Dusting." Another plane noise, this one made
by kids, brings us to TWO BOYS, sitting in the shell of an
old plane propped on crates, scavenged of it's engine, seats,
and wheels.
The boys sit in it's cockpit, butts crowded onto the nail keg
they've replaced the seat with. They've even attached a 2x4
as propeller, as if their imaginations needed any help. They
wear overalls and have bowl haircuts: RAFE and DANNY, 10
years old.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Joy in the rain
Last night , i went out with my old friends...We have some chit-chat at the beach 's stall.Having chicken wings and coconut juice. Enjoy and funny night.
After that, we stop by STAR,is really cool and windy, so we sat down at the lobby with live music carry on. Too bad, we didn't bring camera. I like the environment at that time, smooth , relax, stress-less, enjoy......while , the wind blow our mind to far far away, i don't know about others, but i can feel that. Suddenly, wind and rain come at once, we ran to the car with happy and funny mood.( Isn't it suppose to be worry?)Hahahah........but in the end i got sick. What a memorable night even in a few hours.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Hair Cut
I need a hair cut!!!!!!!!!!!!
Which style will suit me? i wonder........
Cut cut cut and cut. That's what i mean in other way.
only i knew it..
Which style will suit me? i wonder........
Cut cut cut and cut. That's what i mean in other way.
only i knew it..
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