War continues and after death more sailors are deployed.
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Dark clouds came in like a storm,
the sailor stood on the edge
of the cannon platform,
the smell of smoke
was thick in his nostrils,
made him choke,
and he would stink of it for days,
after so many explosions,
death came in so many ways,
and the souls could hear the prays,
everything destroyed,
during these attacks,
more sailors deployed,
just to end up on their backs.
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