We had stopped in Aden, Yemen, to gas our ship. It was approximately 1115, and another sailor had just stopped in my office to see if I was ready to go to lunch. We were standing there talking when, out of the blue, we heard and felt this tremendous explosion. We took off running to our General Quarters (GQ) stations, but there was no alarm and no one was saying anything on the IMC. People were running everywhere wondering what in the world had happened to our ship.
There were people covered in blood and this black stuff like oil or something. Only one person was screaming. The place filled with smoke immediately. We were trying to get organized, wondering where to go, what to do, and trying to calm others and task them with something to do.