What I saw was worse. My head was pinned to my couch and I was looking to port. I had absolutely no choice. That's the direction I was looking when all the weight hit me. You try moving your head while being subjected to what felt like five gravities. If you can do it, You'll get the heavyweight award for having a muscle-bound neck. Me? I just laid there and had to watch. Okay, I could have closed my eyes but I was hyper-aware of everything going on.
We had been arranged in four rows of four and I was in the front row along the starboard inner hull of the ship. I saw the port-side hull broach. No, make that rip. The port-side hull ripped almost as if somebody had taken a dull knife to a piece of paper. The gent two seats port of me (Our Colony leader, fer gossakes, though I don't know how he accomplished that! He certainly wasn't picked for intelligence!) was one of the idiots who had insisted on opening his visor and relaxing suit discipline. I watched as the atmosphere rushed out of the ship but when I saw blood start spurting out from where his eyes had been, I finally closed mine. That saved me from seeing whatever it was that knocked me out.
Maybe it was just a side-effect of the explosive decompression, I don't know. I never did find out what hit me, so that could be it. I have absolutely no idea how long I was out, but it must have been a while. When I did come to, I shook my head and tried to get up and out of my acceleration couch. I couldn't.
I was disoriented and not to be held accountable. I couldn't figure for anything why I couldn't get up. Then it struck me, almost as hard as whatever it was that had knocked me out. I couldn't get out of the couch because I was still strapped in!
I unstrapped and stood up. Looking around, I called out over the emergency circuit, "Anybody still with me? Anybody okay? Anybody?"
No answer. There was still background static in my helmet receiver, so I knew the emergency circuit was working, even if the private and common circuits weren't.