here you go

There was a time, when men were kind


And their voices were soft

And their words were inviting

There was a time, when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time it all went wrong



I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving



Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted



But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they turn your hope apart

As they turn your dreams to shame



He slept a summer by my side

He filled my dreams with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came



And still I dream he'd come to me

That we would live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather



I had a dream my life would be

So different from the hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

2 tons of him

here you go mom enjoy
Quint: Mr. Hooper, that's the U.S.S. Indianapolis.


Hooper: You were on the Indianapolis?

Martin: What happened?

Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was

comin' back, from the island of Tinian Delady, just delivered the bomb. The

Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in

twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger.

Thirteen footer. You know, you know that when you're in the water, chief? You

tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. Well, we didn't know. `Cause our

bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh.

They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The

sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know

it's... kinda like `ol squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like

the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark nearest man and then he'd

start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go

away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right

into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...

lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't

seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white.

And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean

turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in

and rip you to pieces. Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred

men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many

men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a

friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, bosom's

mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and

down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten

in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura

saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He'd a young pilot, a lot younger than

Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat

PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most

frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So,

eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out,

the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

Martin: What's that?