Wounded men were being dragged along the deck and down the hatchways to where the horrors of the cockpit awaited them. As Hornblower looked he saw a powder boy flung across the deck, dissolved into a red inhuman mass as a twenty-four pounder ball hit him.“Ha-h'm,” said Hornblower, but the sound was drowned in the roar of the quarterdeck carronade beside him.
-C.S. Forester
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