A poetic response to "Gentlemen, your verdict"

Fifteen For Five

Boom ! We are hit ! We are hit !

Like Thor's hammer powerful and devastating

Four engines blown,

we went deeper and deeper

Steering gears jammed, propeller gone, bow tank can't be opened,

radio seems to be the only hope 

Bruises, broken ribs, stunned,

waiting for the captain to speak

Shore station is calling 

saved ?

Whispers, pale faces, desperation

Planes, ships, storms,

no help is coming

Get a drink and call the married men

Nordin, Speer, Jenvey and Preece, special mission

Check the radio one last time

no, hopeless 

Gathering,

 finest crew ever seen

toast

drink

Fifteen clatters with fifteen cold bodies

white faces,still holding the white mug

Last command 

"wait"

You sir ? 

join my crew 

Unemotional 

Fifteen for five

Last words

Last glance 

Black out

Gone

Six days

Saved

Glad

Guilty ?