Counting down from five, he pulled the pin on one of his Mills grenades and tossed it through the flapping blanket covering the hut window, then another and another. The grenades’ time delay had been shortened to four seconds. The blasts shuddered into one, an overpowering wave of heat and noise sweeping across the wharf, rocking the stack of bricks next to Sowerbutt like an invisible giant hand. Sowerbutt thought he heard muffled shouts amid the explosions, something like “Morrigan” and “Mein Gott”.
Another huge blast followed, shaking the wharf for what seemed like minutes, large waves speeding across the water below before splashing up against the moored ships and over the edge of the wharf. Even the towering cranes swayed. Then a white flash of light mushroomed skywards through the dark, turning twilight into bright day-time across No 4 Quay for a couple of seconds; Sowerbutt watching the heavy showers of debris raining down. Shreds of blanket and clothing dancing in the air, large lumps of timber and pieces of twisted metal and what looked like the remains of a smoking boot. http://amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
Another huge blast followed, shaking the wharf for what seemed like minutes, large waves speeding across the water below before splashing up against the moored ships and over the edge of the wharf. Even the towering cranes swayed. Then a white flash of light mushroomed skywards through the dark, turning twilight into bright day-time across No 4 Quay for a couple of seconds; Sowerbutt watching the heavy showers of debris raining down. Shreds of blanket and clothing dancing in the air, large lumps of timber and pieces of twisted metal and what looked like the remains of a smoking boot. http://amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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