The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

 

"A ball turret was a Plexiglas sphere set into the belly of a B-17 or B-24, and inhabited by two .50 caliber machine-guns and one man, a short small man. When this gunner tracked with his machine guns a fighter attacking his bomber from below, he revolved with the turret; hunched upside-down in his little sphere, he looked like the foetus in the womb. The fighters which attacked him were armed with cannon firing explosive shells. The hose was a steam hose." -- Jarrell's note.

 

 

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New Critical explication for "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner"

 

  Randall Jarrell's poem "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner," though only five

  lines in length, stands as one of the most powerful anti-war poems ever

  written.

   

  Reading the first line, one pauses slightly after "sleep," dividing the line

  in half. The halves make a sharp contrast. The point of transition in this

  line is "I fell", a helpless movement from the mother to the State, from sleep

  to the State. The mother and the State make an evident contrast, and so do

  "sleep" and "the State", which resemble each other in their first sound and in

  their position at the end of a half-line but which have such different

  associations, for sleep is comforting and the State is associated with

  totalitarianism. ("The country" or "the land" might be comforting and

  nourishing, but "the State" has no such warm suggestions.)

   

  We will soon see in the poem that life in the "belly" of the State unnaturally

  cramps the man in its icy belly. He "hunched in its belly" until his "wet fur

  froze." We gather from the title that "its" refers not only to the State but

  also to the airplane in whose womblike ball turret held his confined existence

  and died. Given the title, the fur probably literally refers to the fur collar

  of the jackets that fliers wore in World War II, and it also suggests the

  animal like existence he led while confined by this unfeeling foster parent,

  the State-airplane. His unnatural existence is further emphasized by the fact

  that, in the airplane, he was "Six miles from earth." From such an existence,

  far from the "dream of life" that people hope for, and still hunched in the

  turret like a baby in the womb, he was born again, that is, he awoke to (or

  became aware of) not a rich fulfillment of the dream but a horrible reality

  that is like a nightmare. "Woke to black flak" imitates, in its rattling k's

  at the ends of words, the sound of the gunfire that simultaneously awakened

  and killed him. His awakening or birth is to a nightmarish reality and death.

   

  It is not surprising, but it is certainly horrifying, that in this world of an

  impersonal State that numbs and destroys life, his body is flushed out of the

  turret with a hose. This is the third horrible release: the first was from the

  mother into the State; the second was from the belly of the State into the

  belly of the airplane; and now in shreds from the belly of the airplane into

  nothing, an act of metaphoric abortion. That this life-history is told flatly,

  with no note of protest, of course increases the horror. The simplicity of the

  last line, more effectively brings out the horror of the experience than an

  anguished cry or angry protest could do.

 

Adapted from Sylvan Barnet. Writing About Literature, 204-206.

 

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