Their blood ran cold with horror,
As they gazed on the awful scene,
Their faces paled with anguish,
... And their gills turned faintly green.

For seldom has anybody suffered,
As they did, that horrible day,
Seldom before have humans,
Beheld such a ghastly display.

There on the deck before them,
The shattered remnants flowed,
And a steady stream of crimson,
Sought it's level on Burma road.

And they stood in breathless silence,
As men who were stricken dumb,
For they had just seen the Duty PO,
Drop a case of Pusser Rum!

 

Anon