Nothin' like a big dump in the morning (AmandaQuirky!)

Gleaming with a fresh coat of silver paint, the letters of her name emblazoned proudly across her side in bold navy blue, she flew high above the cities below.  Such a big island--such a strange, foreign people--she had heard her crew talking about teaching them all a lesson.  They had used words she thought were... maybe not... kind?  But she knew how soldiers were.

Her thoughts stopped then, as her pilot whispered one word, his voice full of terrible gloating: "Nagasaki."

She relaxed; and out it came.

Ahh.  There was nothin' like a big dump in the morning.

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