Very little goes through your mind when you're knocked out by a bomb from a low flying Stuka. You're not really awake or asleep, you're just sort of... there. It's pleasant really, while you're out. But somewhere in the back of your mind you know when you come back, it won't be pleasant. God, I hate being right all the time.
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