I found this video profoundly moving.
Charles saw and did things that were and probably still are unthinkable to "civilized men."
Here, in it's entirety, is one of the most corruscating works of poetry ever inscribed:
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
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.
The word is that Charles is ailing. Reports claim he would like this video to go viral. I'll try to help. Won't you?