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This episode of Against the Odds contains depictions of violence. Please be advised.

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Lieutenant Commander Lewis Haines stumbles through the officer's wardrobe of USS Indianapolis, looking for a way out.

The air is so thick with smoke you can barely see. Let alone breathe. His lungs are burning. He knows he needs to get outside to the main deck as to few feet above him.

Down here below deck, it seems like everything is on fire. Only minutes ago, Haines was in his quarters when he was awoken by two large explosions.

He escaped his room and dodged fires to get here to the ward room where he knows there's a ladder at least on the top side. But he's disorient. Dizzy from smoke inhalation. He can't find it.

He feels his way along a bulkhead and comes to a small round opening, a porful. He sticks his head through it and takes a deep gulp of fresh air.

And now, for the first time, he's able to see Indy's exterior. He looks down and sees a huge hole in the side of the ship.

Debris pours out, mixed with a black liquid that he thinks must be the oil from the ship's engines.

Something wet smacks him in the side of the head. A rope. Haines realizes he can use it to pull himself up to the main deck. He grabs and riggles through the porful.

Careful not to fall into the dark sea below. The rope chafes against his aching hands, which are covered in burns. But slowly, he hauls himself up the side of the ship to the deck.

As he flops over the edge, he can't believe what he sees. The deck looks like a battle. Badly burned and lie everywhere. Many screaming in pain.

Others walk around dazed, in shock, scorched uniforms hanging from them in tatters.

Haines is Indy's chief physician and his medical instincts kick in. He rushes up to the closest injured man he sees. But the man pushes Haines away. He's still leeryous, screaming.

Don't touch me! Don't touch me!

Haines backs off and goes to help the next man. But he has no medical supplies. Then he spots the ship's pharmacist carrying a first aid box.

Give me that quick!

Haines ripples through the box until he finds a pack of morphine syringes. He goes up to a burned covered man lying on the deck and holds up a syringe.

The man gives a weak nod and Haines injects him with a pain killer. It won't do anything to treat his burns, but at least it will numb his pain.

Haines does the same for more injured crewmen, injecting them with morphine until he's out of syringes. Then he flags down a sailor rushing past.

Hey you! Yeah! Get me more supplies from the sickbay!

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