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"I were on the U.S.S. Minneapolis when we ran aground, and the men had to sleep ashore.
Very first light, the hamsters came, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the squares in the old calendars like the Battle o' Waterloo and the idea was the hamster come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that hamster he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that hamster looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a hamster is he's got really cute eyes. When he comes at ya, he seems to be actin' cuddly ... 'til he nibbles ya, ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The sand turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those hamsters come in and... they nibble you ever so gradually.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men to hamster bites and one to a paper cut fillin' out all the forms about it. I don't know how many hamsters there were, maybe ten, eleven million. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. Reached over to wake him up. Tapped him on the hand, and then I saw the blood on me own hand. Well, he'd been nibbled, and one of his cuticles was gone completely. Noon the fifth day a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never go into a pet store again. So, eleven hundred men went onto that beach. Three hundred and sixteen men come back home with their fingers and arseholes fully intact, the hamsters took the rest..."
Very first light, the hamsters came, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the squares in the old calendars like the Battle o' Waterloo and the idea was the hamster come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that hamster he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that hamster looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a hamster is he's got really cute eyes. When he comes at ya, he seems to be actin' cuddly ... 'til he nibbles ya, ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The sand turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those hamsters come in and... they nibble you ever so gradually.
You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men to hamster bites and one to a paper cut fillin' out all the forms about it. I don't know how many hamsters there were, maybe ten, eleven million. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. Reached over to wake him up. Tapped him on the hand, and then I saw the blood on me own hand. Well, he'd been nibbled, and one of his cuticles was gone completely. Noon the fifth day a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never go into a pet store again. So, eleven hundred men went onto that beach. Three hundred and sixteen men come back home with their fingers and arseholes fully intact, the hamsters took the rest..."